CHAPTER FOUR: SURF'S UP!
Tristan awoke from his place next to Rei, in a rather confused state. He was actually somewhat tired after his sexual escapades the previous night. He looked over at the contently sleeping blue haired girl, with a few strands of her hair on her face. He gently brushed the strands aside and stood up to go to the shower. With the warmth beside her gone, Rei felt there was something wrong and woke up from her peaceful slumber, stretching gracefully as the sheets cascaded down from her nude body. Her hair was matted all in the back from sweat and sleeping on it.
"Well that was something else!" Rei exclaimed while getting up to kiss Tristan on the cheek. "Giving me six orgasms in one night certainly makes you the best, but then again, you are the ONLY"
"Well, how could I not!" Tristan said, pulling her pale body up to his finely tuned body and pulling her lips to his own, running his tongue along hers. "It's a good thing it's Sunday"
"It sure is"
"Hey, my surfboard is supposed to come today along with my other car!" Tristan said with a happy note.
"Wow, I certainly can't wait until I see your kick-ass new car"
"It's a classic, and even cooler than my RX-7!" Tristan said and headed over to the shower. "You should come along and you could see it"
"Oh, I would be most delighted, Tristan! I throw myself to your most perfect feet and ask for your permission!" She joked, standing up, showing off her tight, lithe body for Tristan.
"Hey, where are my pants?" Tristan asked.
"You threw them out the window in a fit of passion, saying that you'd never need them again," Rei giggled and pointed at the window, which was slightly open.
"Ha ha." Tristan laughed flatly and looked out the window, before walking to Rei's bathroom.
"Have you ever considered waxing those legs?" Rei said as she walked over to her refrigerator on the balls of her feet, running her hands through the strands of her hair.
"No, I'm not into that kind of stuff, well at least yet," He said as he started the shower. "Why, do they bother you"
"Nope, just wondering," Rei called from the kitchen area, placing an orange on the counter. She wandered over to her bathroom and joined Tristan in the shower. "Don't drop the soap"
"Heeey"
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Tristan drove his highly modified RX-7 with Rei right on his tail, which was quite an accomplishment considering how much more technically advanced the RX-7 was versus the old technology Trueno was. "She's got to have a Formula Atlantic engine in there!" he mused to himself as he took the last turn, exiting the corner at over 140 km/h. Rei exited slower as she didn't want too much to go wrong at that moment.
"There it is!" Tristan exclaimed to no one but himself. His first car, a red 1997 Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX stood standstill in front of the house that he was staying with Misato, Shinji, and Asuka with. The Eclipse was far more heavily modified than the RX-7, having a fully built Lancer Evolution Three 4G63T with balanced Cosworth 9:1 compression pistons, JUN Machine work rods, a knife edged crank, HKS 272 degree grind intake and exhaust camshafts, Denso 1100 cc injectors that were held onto by an aluminum fuel rail, a ported and polished head for maximum flow into an ultra rare HKS-built equal-length tubing exhaust manifold that hooked up to a custom built Garret T04 with a SARD 45mm external wastegate venting directly to the atmosphere that went down to a modified Apexi GT Spec stainless steel down-pipe, then to a full 95 mm mandrel bent exhaust system built for the custom application with Apexi. A HKS inline fuel pump (ATL racing cell with surge box) and a custom built by SARD fuel pressure regulator kept the required 110 octane flowing. On the intake, a custom built temperature/pressure sensor hooked up to a Motec programmed ECU to run without the stock 1997 MAS which was a large restriction for such a large turbo. The intercooling setup was a custom Vmount setup utilizing an Apexi intecooler core allowed Tristan to run 2.0 bar of pressure on the turbo (he usually had it only run 1.5 bar for street usage), which was vented to the atmosphere by a SARD large diameter blow off valve. Taking in all this power through an AP RACING triple plate clutch was a custom built, straight-cut sequential gearbox RalliArt transmission with Hewland built gears magnesium case that sent the power to both the front wheels and the rear wheels via a carbon fiber-weave drive shaft where it met a the custom built RalliArt rear end with a Cusco 1.5 way rear LSD. Cusco LSD's were in the front diff, along with the center differential that was split 35/63 for absolute smooth power transfer that was biased to the rear. On the inside, a fully welded cage that was up to FIA touring car regulations was built, along with a fully strengthened chassis that had over 200 man-hours in construction. Yet it still had a carpet, along with very supportive Bride Zeta III seats, a full Eclipse stereo system, Stack cluster gauge, Greddy boost, Oil temperature, Water Temperature, Fuel Pressure, Oil Pressure, and exhaust temperature (hooked up to the number one exhaust runner) electronic analog gauges lined the dash. The exterior of the car featured a custom one-of-a-kind widebody that was remeniscent of the JGTC Silvia's. The stock 1997 hoop style wing was gone in favor of a fully adjustable carbon fiber Sard Fuji GT wing, which Tristan didn't like very much, but was required as the old style hoop had a habit of making the rear of the car lift at over 200 kph. The wheels were 18 x 11 inch wide Volk five spoke Challenge P Zero wheels, chosen mostly for their style, but eight sets of magnesium black Volk 18 x 12" TE-37's were already in the garage. As far as suspension, full triple adjustable threaded Penske coilovers with remote resivoir valving sat on all four corners with forged aluminum control arms, coaxial hats, solid pillow ball upper mounts along with Hypercoil springs on the coils to increase the neutrality of the car. The paint, however, was far from perfect. It was quite clear that this car had been used in many endurance races, with the cracks in the fiberglass, the darkened metal plate above the exhaust, and permenant rubber marks beside the wheel wells showed the car's age. Fourteen inch Brembo slotted rotors with eight piston Brembo calipers sat in the front, while 12 inch, four piston Brembos were in the rear. One could feel the raw power eminate from the Eclipse as it sat by the front of the house. The white number plates stood bare, begging for a number to be put on them. Truly this was one of the ultimate racing machines left in existance.
Tristan stopped his RX-7 in the driveway, and pushed open the door, hopping out of the RX-7. He started over to his heavily modified Eclipse but then something in the garage caught his eye. It was his 7' long Ashton surfboard, along with his Wavelength wetsuit, hanging up with a few more boxes of his clothes.
"I wasn't supposed to get this stuff for another two weeks!" Tristan cheered and went over to pick up his surfboard. But before he could do that the door of the house opened and Asuka ran out, and jumped on Tristan.
"Where were you! I was so worried, not that Tristan Delecour could ever be defeated by a mere man or men at any time, but there are so many people who want to kill you and I stayed up all night waiting for you and you never called!" Asuka wept into his shoulder. Rei slowly walked up to behind Tristan and grabbed his hand.
"I was at Rei's for the night, I couldn't make it back in time! Yeah!" Tristan said, thinking of what to say. "I wrote you a haiku though"
"... You did? Wow"
"Yup! Here it is: Your words fall/love for a warm place/night returns" Tristan said with the prose and excellence of the traditional Japanese haiku author.
Asuka's rings around her eyes from staying up all night suddenly didn't matter as she wrapped her arms around Tristan and cried out with joy of what wonderful poetry he wrote for her. It was like he summed up everything she had always wanted from a man to do, and skillfuly compared it to the ways of nature. So nice he was to write that poem of pure beauty to her. "Oh thank you!" Asuka cried, "you are too kind"
"Hey... What's going on out there?" Misato yelled from her upstairs bedroom, obviously hung over from the previous night. Her alchoholism had gone away after the issue with Kaworu and Shinji moving out, but returned once she learned she had to take care of the three pilots.
"Nothing! Hi Misato!" Rei said with a disturbingly broad smile, waving at her.
Asuka stopped sobbing long enough for her to start talking. "Tristan, there's a surf contest at Tokyo 3 beach! Do you think you could enter it"
"Enter it?" Tristan said, looking at his surfboard, "I'm going to win it! You two can go watch me win! Here are the keys to the Eclipse, Asuka! I trust you know how to drive a stick, right? The keys should've been given to one of you guys"
"I um.. Yes! Of course I can! I've got the keys in the house!" She responded, not wanting to fail Tristan. "I'll go grab the beach supplies and we can all get changed"
Rei looked sad, because she did not have a bathing suit with her at that moment. Tristan noticed this, and spoke up "You can just go naked! You're so stupid, Rei"
"I can't believe I didn't think of that myself! I should go do that! You're right Tristan, I am so very stupid"
"But isn't that against the public law?" Asuka asked, extremely jealous that Rei was getting all the attention from Tristan, as well as the fact that she was acting very strangely. Not to mention walking like a cowboy who had rode about four hundred kilometers on a horse.
"Right then, she can just wear one of yours then. Give her the smallest one you've got because you're a few inches taller." Tristan declared, showing off a dazzling row of teeth at the end of the sentence.
"Right! Rei, follow me!" Asuka shouted, grabbing Rei by the hand.
"I'm going to win!" Tristan yelled, pumping his fist in the air, and looking for the surf rack to put on his RX-7.
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"Wow, this certainly is one fine beach get-together!" Kaworu from his bright red swim trunks exclaimed to Tristan, Asuka, Rei, Shinji, Misato, Ritsuko, Maya, Gendo, Fuyutsuki, and Pen Pen.
"Yes it certainly is!" Shinji sighed and and dutifully applied the SPF800 to Rei's pale skin. Asuka had truly given her the smallest swimsuit she had, which was hanging together by mere threads.
"I don't want to get burned," Rei said laying on her stomach, while watching the waves roll in. A few people were out already, preparing for the contest. "Make sure you get ALL over, Shinji," she continued lowering the rear of the bottom of her bathing suit. Shinji just mumbled and kept applying it.
"Why do I have to do this?" he complained, rubbing the cream into Rei's rear.
"Because Tristan is waxing his surfboard and we are all busy getting drunker!" Gendo said, patting his son on the shoulder. "Don't give up, you've still got Ritsuko, Maya, and Misato to go"
"This sucks"
"Ahh... I love the ocean breeze," Tristan said to Kaworu who was sitting next to him. His muscles flexed as he applied the wax in a circular motion on the board.
"Mmmhmm" Kaworu agreed, wathching Tristan. It was so wonderful to watch the master at work.
"Oh no! There are a group of people in black trunks approaching with surfboards!" Ritsuko cried out, only to have sand kicked in her face by one of them.
"Which one of you is Tristan Delecour?" The leader of the group said who had a bone white surfboard.
"It's you!" Tristan said as he heard the voice. "DJ TIESTO"
"Oh no!" Fuyutsuki said, "It's the Surf Yakuza"
"... The surf yakuza?" Asuka asked, raising an eyebrow. "How many fucking Yakuza's are out there?" she continued, drinking down a malted beverage.
"Well," Misato interrupted, "There's the Drift Yakuza, Jeet Kune Do Yakuza, the Pimp Yakuza, the Surf Yakuza, the ultra scary and oh so powerful Fanfiction Yakuza, the Circuit racing Yakuza, the Skateboard Yakuza, the Pro Wrestling Yakuza, Cooking Yakuza, Plumbing Yakuza, Karate Yakuza, Catshow Yakuza, DJ Yakuza, Mafia Yakuza, Arcade-game Yakuza, Giant Robot Yakuza, and a bunch more"
"Um, Misato... What's fanfiction?" Rei asked. "Well Rei, it's where lonely people who live in their parents' basement write out situations about fictional characters created by someone else," she replied, looking at Maya get progressively drunker on wine coolers, dangling at the arm of Ritsuko.
Rei looked blankly at Misato before squeaking. "Watch where you put those fingers!" She glared at Shinji, who was bowing his head and begging for forgiveness. "Anyways, could you clarify that at all"
"Let me try," Ritsuko interjected, wearing a white one piece bathing suit. "It'd be like someone typing something up like having Shinji and Asuka falling in love, having a child, and that child battling new and more powerful angels, but with cartoons shows or Gundam or something like that"
Shinji and Asuka looked at each other blankly. Asuka began to laugh hysterically. "You mean to say someone spends their time writing that kind of shit about fucking cartoons? That's so pathetic! I mean, do they ever get out?" "I doubt that!" Tristan said, beginning to laugh at that concept.
Everyone started laughing at the idea of fanfiction, including the Surf Yakuza. "Even the Cat Show Yakuza beats them up!" DJ Tiesto said, laughing to one of his compatriots. "Ahem! Enough delaying despite the hillarious and pathetic writers of one of our brother groups, we shall defeat you... in SURF COMBAT"
"Yeah, yeah, We've heard it all before," Asuka yawned, tying her string bikini top a little tighter, lifting her breasts together even more. "That's what the last guys said and Tristan kicked their ass"
"..." DJ Tiesto didn't know what to say. "Yeah, but we're the Surf Yakuza! He won't be so easily winning this time around! We're winners! And you can be one too! Because saving the planet is the thing to do! Looting and polluting, is not the way, so here's what Captain Planet, has to say"
"Don't you have to go practice?" Tristan yawned while he sat back on the beach. "I'll have you know that pollution controlls are the LEAST on my mind with my cars"
"Ooooh! We'll defeat you yet, you miserable DJ, rally car driver, pro circuit racer, sex god, jeet kune do master, and all around kick ass superhero!" one of the surf yakuza members said, shaking his fist. "And your little penguin too!" Pen Pen hissed and threw a beer can at them.
"Fat chance!" Gendo said, eating a pudding pop. Fuyutsuki had finally come through. "Sex god, eh?" Misato thought to herself. It had been a while and Tristan did have that certain charm that Kaji had, plus a bit more.
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Tristan picked up his surfboard and brought it to the ocean. The contest was finally starting and the Surf Yakuza was already out on the crystal aqua waters of Japan's east coast. "Time to rip up the water"
"You can do it!" Kaworu cheered from the beachside.
"We believe in you!" Asuka and Rei cheered, jumping up and down for no apparent reason other than to cause a few of the surf judges to stare at them through binoculars.
"He certainly is brave!" Maya smiled, flat drunk, pointing at Shinji who was getting more wine coolers for her. "Go Shinji! I know someday you'll make up with your dad"
"But he already did," Gendo whined, his pudding pop almost done. "Thanks to Tristan, that is"
"But Dad, I.." Shinji said before being interrupted by his father.
"Zip it"
Tristan sat out on the water and watched the waves come rolling in. He sat up on his surfboard with the fellow members of the Surf Yakuza also wading in the ocean waters. A nice two meter tall swell approached Tristan and he rotated himself on the board, preparing to paddle. The wave broke, and Tristan paddled, catching it right on the top, swishing down the water.
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"Wow! You certainly showed those Yakuza how to surf!" Rei exclaimed, running up to hug Tristan, who had just become the ultimate surf champion of the world. "Won't you please teach me"
"No way! Me first!" Asuka yelled, shoving the paler of the two to the ground. "I had him first"
"Mine!" Rei cried, getting up off the wet sand that covered her hands and rear. "You always get them! I want one for once! I want to be in the spotlight! I always get stuck with Shinji! They always hit on you, you stupid bitch"
"... Girls, girls, there's more than enough Tristan Delecour, superstar DJ, to go around!" Tristan laughed and put his arms around both of their waists, wiping the sand off Rei. He started walking with the three to the group, who were already celebrating Tristan's victory over the Surf Yakuza.
"He's right you know!" Asuka conceded defeat. It was not easy for her to do that with someone like Tristan Delecour, but who knew what was in store for them both.
"That was a great job out there!" Misato said as the three pilots approached the group. "I couldn't have done better myself"
"Mmmm hmm! Why don't you get out of that wetsuit, Tristan?" Kaworu said, eager to help. "It couldn't be good for your skin when you are out of the water"
"Wow, you're right, Kaworu!" Tristan articulated and Asuka eagerly helped Tristan out of the Wavelength wetsuit.
"Tristan, I brought along some Technics 1200 MkII's for you if you want..." Gendo said as he called forward the NERV employees who quickly brought forth a PA system that would fill the entire beach with sound.
"Oh, would I love to! But I don't have my records!" He said, dissapointed with himself.
"That's okay, I brought that along with your Yamaha RM1x sequencer, a Juno 106, two Roland TB303's, a TR909, a Korg Monopoly, and a Korg Prophecy! Oh yeah, and there's some other stuff like a Kawai K5000 and some Akai MPC's and samplers if you want.." Gendo smiled and pointed at the men in the back of a truck carefully placing them on the stage.
"Gendo, how much did all that vintage equipment cost?" Fuyutsuki asked in a hushed voice.
"Fuyutsuki, if you have to keep on asking me those questions, I am going to fire you." Gendo hissed.
"Yes, sir!" Fuyutsuki said, shutting up as promptly as possible.
"Sugoi sugoi!" Tristan exclaimed, running up to the equipment to start creating a MASSIVE EPIC TRANCE TRACK. Everyone on the beach loved it and as the day progressed, so did the music which went from DEEP EPIC UPLIFTING TRANCE to DREAM GLOSTICK PROGRESSIVE FLUFFY TRANCE that could not be stopped. Everyone loved the music and danced. Even Fuyutsuki liked some of it and held up his arms to Tristan's most wonderful music.
"Ooooh! I'll show that miserable rat!" DJ Tiesto said to former supertrance DJ Paul Oakenfold.
"You must learn patience," Oakenfold said. "As the current ruler of SEELE, we must not miss anything, otherwise we would show ourselves as the true bad guys"
"... But he's so much better than we ever were"
"SILENCE!" Oakenfold demanded and planned his next move from the darkness.
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"That was some concert you put on!" Asuka proclaimed, lounging on Tristan's shoulder. "I was wondering if you were going to do that filtersweep on that bassline and bam! right out of nowhere, you rock the house down with that Juno 106 string! It's like the music talks to me!" she bubbled over with enthusiasm for his music, her breath coming in rapid spurts as her face and upper chest began to turn a light pink hue, before she collapsed on the beach, moaning.
"Right then," Tristan shrugged and picked up the dazed Asuka off the ground. "Get to your feet! You still have to drive my baby home"
"I'm so, so, so sorry, Tristan!" Asuka apologized and looked over at Rei Ayanami, who was clutching Tristan's hand. The feisty red-head had more than a few questions for her on the ride back in Tristan's car. The three approached the NERV group while pushing through layers upon layers of virgin Japanese school girls that wanted to have their chests signed by Tristan. He merely ignored them in favor of his two girls that he had with him at the moment. Asuka looked around briefely and dried off the fluid that had run down between her legs.
"And another thing... I want to tell you who's behind all that bull shit is!" Maya yelled, still drunk from wine coolers while pointing at Kaworu. "Homoman"
"What ever could you mean?" Kaworu asked, holding up a hand against his chest. "I'm certainly not sending an viscious army of gaybo's bent on destroying your dick!" he finished his statement off while wiping Shinji down with a towel. Shinji and Kaworu had run in the water while they were waiting for Tristan's NONSTOP DANCE TRANCE TRACKS to finish.
"It was such a good idea of you to bring that equipment to the beach, Gendo!" Ritsuko said, casually batting Maya's attempts to grope her breasts. "I mean, really"
"Naw, don't thank me for that super radical sharkleberry idea, that was all Tristan"
"Let's have a cheer for Tristan, the best TECHNO DJ, DRIFTER, RALLY CAR DRIVER, JEET KUNE DO EXPERT AND EVA PILOT EVER!" Misato shouted, throwing up her hand with a beer in it and almost bouncing out of her top. Everyone cheered for Tristan and knew that he was certainly the best pilot ever who could smash everyone in a pulp with his backhand fist.
"Wow, I must thank you all for this treatment, being a world wide super trance DJ isn't as easy as it looks, but with friends and bosses like you all, it certainly makes it a lot easier"
"He sure is a nice boy!" Ritsuko said, dreamily.
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"That was one fun-filled and exciting day!" Tristan said as he sat down for dinner with Shinji, Rei, Asuka, and Misato. Rei had changed finally into one of her Armani dresses after Tristan had expressed his attraction to them. Asuka was still wearing just a regular blue t-shirt with some khaki pants, and her jealousy was raging after she saw Tristan walk out of his room in a finely made McAllistair Rowe tuxedo.
"Yes it was!" Rei said, pounding down a beer STRAIT, and belching afterwords. "It was especially great how you kicked and punched your way through those hoardes of Dragon Ninja that ambushed us on the way back! You even defeated Karnov"
"What can I say? I'm BAD!" Tristan said while pumping one of his arms up rapidly.
"That and you rescued president Ronnie!" Asuka cheered, throwing a starchy mess of rice that Misato had made at Shinji. "He was going to take you out for a burger! Ha. Ha. Ha." Shinji ducked and the rice hit the floor with an audible thumping noise.
"Indeed!" Tristan said, finally sitting down. "What's this food"
"Crap," Asuka declared, throwing the plate at the wall. It shattered and remaing rice stuck to the wall. "Misato, you suck at cooking"
"I suck at a lot of things!" She said, winking while holding up a can of Ashahi. "Even maybe Delecour-chan!" Rei and Asuka both glared at Misato before she sunk back down from her comment.
"We should go out and eat," Shinji quietly said, not to disturb the electricity between the women.
"Now that's a good idea!" Tristan said, slapping Shinji on the back. "Got any ideas, bestest buddy in the whole wide world"
"Well we could go to that steak joint that Misato had promised us seven damn years ago!" Shinji said, his face twisted at Misato. Nothing had quite ticked Shinji off like an empty promise by Misato. Not only did she not show her cleavage nearly as much as her photo suggested, but she made him cook, clean, and made his life hell for over a year, and couldn't even scrape up the cash to let him go to the steak joint he was promised after defeating an angel. One that could have DESTROYED ALL OF MAN KIND! Shinji shuddered at that thought.
"Yeah, what ever happened to that?" Asuka asked, pulling her blue t-shirt down a little more over her stomach. It was a useless task as it was too short to cover her well-toned and flat abdomen, but it was just a habit she had picked up from somewhere.
"Err... I err... Let's go!" Misato said, running to grab her keys off the still sparkling counters.
"I'll pick up the bill!" Tristan said, and ran for his Eclipse. "Who ever doen't reach the car first has to drive the seven or their own car!" he called to Rei and Asuka who shot up at this new rule.
"You're going down, bitch!" Rei said, running for the door.
"He was mine first!" Asuka growled, grabbing Rei's ankle, causing her to crash in the remains of Misato's dinner. "I slept with him!" Rei cried out as she slammed chest first into the wooden table as Asuka ran by her face. Asuka wasn't going to win that easily as she was knocked down by a sudden invisible wall in front of her. "Using your AT field is cheating!" Asuka sniffled as she picked herself up, and Rei started to bolt toward the door.
"That's true, Rei," Tristan said, watching from the side living room area.
"But Tristan slept with me too!" Rei screamed, "He made me feel alive!" she finished and ran to the door. Unfortunately for her, she tripped over her own chunky sandles, and Asuka, wearing a pair of simple white Nike's, ran right by and reached the 1997 Mitsubishi Eclipse's passenger side, gleefully pulling open the door.
Rei sadly picked herself up and resigned to her Trueno, which was parked behind the RX-7. "It's okay," she said to herself as she straightened out her dress. "She'll never get even with me"
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The three cars arrived at "Rucky Dan's" (It was actually spelled out as "RUKI NO DAN"), one of the few remaining places where one could eat most "traditional" American food items, along with Japanese beef cuisine. There was no vegitarian cousine at Rucky Dan's. Everything had some variety of meat in it. Even the water. This made it quite an expensive meal.
"I don't like meat," Rei said humbly, slowly walking in behind Asuka.
"Have you ever had it?" Shinji asked her, wondering why.
"No"
"Well how do you know you don't like it?" he asked."See Rei, meat will be perfectly fine for you!" Tristan said, patting her head with his hand. "Everyone should eat meat"
"Like me!" Asuka smiled.
"Yes, like you. Asuka"
"Can we eat already?" Misato asked, "I'm starving. For dick." The five went throug the door into the surly bistro, ready for anything.
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"So what will it be tonight?" The cheery waitress asked the five.
"I'll have the 8 oz Steak please!" Misato said while handing the menu over.
"Dammit, I can't read all this nong bong chong crap!" Tristan muttered, throwing the menu down in disgust. "Fucking kanji can blow me. Everyone should speak english or shut up!" he turned to the horrified waitress, smiling. "Anyways, I'll have the grilled chicken"
"I'll have the same as him," Asuka said, pointing at Tristan.
"I'll have the Texas Steak dinner plate," Shinji handed over the menu.
"And you, Miss?" The waitress turned to Rei."Miss"
"I'll have the 2 kg Steak, rare," Rei stated, taking a sip of the ordered red wine. It wasn't that bad, a 1978 vintage bottle that Tristan had ordered. A bit better tasting than sake at least. "Might as well start off with the big stuff." she mused while looking at Tristan's face.
"Definately. Definately agree with that," Tristan replied, putting his arm around Rei.
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As the food was brought forward, the five began to engage in the usual small talk. Rei kept drinking glass after glass of red wine while she was eating the massive steak with a quiet type of efficiency that one would not expect from such a long-time vegan. The food for Tristan was considerably dry for his tastes, so he ordered a fine bottle of Chardonnay white wine to go along with the chicken for himself and Asuka. Asuka, however was more intent on glaring at Rei for getting attention from Tristan.
"Ahem," Asuka coughed with her eyes narrowed. "It has come to my attention that Rei has had sex with Tristan"
Tristan dropped his fork and the four looked over at Asuka who looked like she was going to begin a tirade that would stop the world.
"... This is true," Rei replied. "What of it"
"I also have had sex with Tristan," Asuka calmly stated, taking a sip of white wine. "This is a problem"
"... Indeed," Rei said, chewing a piece of steak that was half gone. "So what"
"Well there is only one way to solve this problem"
"Uh, how?" Tristan asked, poking the chicken.
"I will have sex with both you and Rei!" Asuka smiled and finished off her glass of wine, pouring herself another.
"..." Rei didn't respond.
"That's quite an idea," Tristan said, looking over at Misato and Shinji who had their mouths agape at Asuka's suggestion in their company. "Hey you guys, here's 300,000 yen. Go out and party for the night"
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Tristan walked over to his SONY brand CD changer and held up a compact disc case. "You like Phil Collins?" he asked to Asuka and Rei, who both looked up at him, not saying a word.
"I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work," Tristan continued, walking across the main room to the windows which had a gorgeous night view of the forest. "It was too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke when Phil Collins' presence became more apparent." Tristan finished, leaning against the door frame to his bedroom. Asuka and Rei turned their heads around to follow him in his finely made tuxedo.
"I think Invisible Touch is the group's undisputed masterpiece," He recalled, backing into the bedroom, beckoning the two into the room. The redhead briefly looked over at the paler of the two and they both got up off the couch. "It's an epic meditation on intangibility." Tristan sat on the bed as the pair walked into the room, Asuka's blue t-shirt riding up on her chest.
"At the same time it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceeding three albums," he remarked calmly, patting both sides of the bed for the pair to sit on either side of him, Asuka to his right, Rei to his left.
"Asuka, take off your clothes." He said off-handedly, continuing his critique as Asuka stood up and began to remove her shirt and picked up a white negligie. "Listen to that brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins, and Rutherford." Tristan mused as he stood up once more off the bed and pulled over a tripod mounted with a MiniDV Canon XL1.
"You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument," Tristan said as he put the camera down about two meters from the bed. "Rei, remove your dress"
Rei stood up and began to unzip the back of the black Armani dress as Tristan continued to talk about Phil Collins. "In terms of lyrical craftsmenship and sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of proffesionalism." Rei pulled the dress down to her black strapless bra and black thong, turned from Tristan. "Rei, why don't you, uh, dance a little." Tristan said as he continued to set up the complex camera. Asuka walked back over in the white negligie into the front of the bed.
"Take the lyrics to 'Land of Confusion'," Asuka sat down on the bed, looking at Tristan talk about the music, not quite interested but quite in the mood. "In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of an abusive political authority," he said, picking up a white sash while Rei slowly moved to the music behind Tristan and Asuka.
"'In Too Deep' is the most moving pop song of the 1980's about monogomy and commitment," Tristan said as he wrapped the sash around Asuka's neck gently. He pulled Asuka's chin to look up at his face. "The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock"
Tristan spun the camera around, aiming it at the bed, looking through the viewfinder. "Asuka, get down on your knees so Rei can see your asshole." Asuka complied as she turned around and got on her hands and knees, her rear facing Rei, who was still slightly dancing to the song. "Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial. and therefore more satisfying in a narrower way, especially songs like 'In the Air Tonight' and 'Against All Odds'." Tristan folded his hands, satisfied with the setup of the camera, walking over towards Rei. "Rei, don't just stare at it. Eat it." he commanded, pointing at Asuka who was still bent over. Rei stopped her dancing and headed over to Asuka.
"I also think that Phil Collins works best within the confines of a group than as a solo artist. And I stress the word 'artist'." Tristan said as he headed back over to the CD player to change the track, Rei timidly approaching Asuka on the king-size bed. "This is 'Sussuido.' A great, great song. A personal favorite." Tristan said as he began to remove the jacket and tie of the tuxedo.
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Asuka Langley laid on the bed nude beside Tristan Delecour and Rei Ayanami, her heart rate pounding, various orifaces oozing mixtures of her own and others' bodily fluids, her chest and arms covered with a sheen of sweat, but she was happy with her decision. She pulled Rei over who was more than happy to fufill her open mouthed kiss with their tongues intertwined. She broke off the kiss and then dropped her head onto Tristan's finely toned chest.
"Now that was worth it," Asuka mumbled as Tristan ran his fingers through her soft red-brown hair.
"Certainly was for me!" Rei said and smilled, her pale white face glowing with a pink tinge to it. "I mean I never thought I would be able to be with you, Asuka"
"Well, you know," Asuka giggled and ran her finger up and down Tristan's carved abdominal muscles.
"Well heeeey, what about me?" Tristan said, holding his head up while looking at both of the nude girls. "I mean I'm something, aren't I"
"Of course you are!" Rei said, crawling on top of Tristan's stomach while straddling his waist, her breasts delicately swaying. "I mean if it wasn't for you, I'd have had to take out a personal ad! And considering how loud you are Asuka, it's a good thing he got rid of Misato and Shinji"
Asuka blushed and threw a pillow at Rei's head, her shortened red hair boucing off the front of her face. "It's not like you just laid there"
Rei caught the pillow and dropped her head down beside Tristan's. "Quiet you!" she said with a smile and ran her tongue around Tristan's earlobe.
"Too much!" Tristan said and stretched his arms. "You girls tired me out pretty well, maybe we'll watch the tape later, eh?" he pointed at the Canon video camera that was sitting on the floor under a few white pillows.
"Yeah," Rei yawned and reached for the light switch. "It's 3:00 AM... We've been at it since"
"Ten, Ten o'clock. Around there. And I'm feeling a little sore," Asuka filled in the time for her laying back while wrapping her thin legs around Tristan's athletic right leg. "Goodnight Rei, goodnight Tristan"
"Night girls!" Tristan said, ready for sleep.
"Night you two," Rei murmered quietly, kissing them both on the foreheads. Tristan puiled her down to his mouth and let her go. "Hey! You do not want to get me going again!" she laughed, laying down beside Tristan's opposite side, her wiry body pressed against Tristan's, almost on top of him.
"No we don't!" Tristan laughed and settled down for a long sleep.
END CHAPTER FOUR
Tristan awoke from his place next to Rei, in a rather confused state. He was actually somewhat tired after his sexual escapades the previous night. He looked over at the contently sleeping blue haired girl, with a few strands of her hair on her face. He gently brushed the strands aside and stood up to go to the shower. With the warmth beside her gone, Rei felt there was something wrong and woke up from her peaceful slumber, stretching gracefully as the sheets cascaded down from her nude body. Her hair was matted all in the back from sweat and sleeping on it.
"Well that was something else!" Rei exclaimed while getting up to kiss Tristan on the cheek. "Giving me six orgasms in one night certainly makes you the best, but then again, you are the ONLY"
"Well, how could I not!" Tristan said, pulling her pale body up to his finely tuned body and pulling her lips to his own, running his tongue along hers. "It's a good thing it's Sunday"
"It sure is"
"Hey, my surfboard is supposed to come today along with my other car!" Tristan said with a happy note.
"Wow, I certainly can't wait until I see your kick-ass new car"
"It's a classic, and even cooler than my RX-7!" Tristan said and headed over to the shower. "You should come along and you could see it"
"Oh, I would be most delighted, Tristan! I throw myself to your most perfect feet and ask for your permission!" She joked, standing up, showing off her tight, lithe body for Tristan.
"Hey, where are my pants?" Tristan asked.
"You threw them out the window in a fit of passion, saying that you'd never need them again," Rei giggled and pointed at the window, which was slightly open.
"Ha ha." Tristan laughed flatly and looked out the window, before walking to Rei's bathroom.
"Have you ever considered waxing those legs?" Rei said as she walked over to her refrigerator on the balls of her feet, running her hands through the strands of her hair.
"No, I'm not into that kind of stuff, well at least yet," He said as he started the shower. "Why, do they bother you"
"Nope, just wondering," Rei called from the kitchen area, placing an orange on the counter. She wandered over to her bathroom and joined Tristan in the shower. "Don't drop the soap"
"Heeey"
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Tristan drove his highly modified RX-7 with Rei right on his tail, which was quite an accomplishment considering how much more technically advanced the RX-7 was versus the old technology Trueno was. "She's got to have a Formula Atlantic engine in there!" he mused to himself as he took the last turn, exiting the corner at over 140 km/h. Rei exited slower as she didn't want too much to go wrong at that moment.
"There it is!" Tristan exclaimed to no one but himself. His first car, a red 1997 Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX stood standstill in front of the house that he was staying with Misato, Shinji, and Asuka with. The Eclipse was far more heavily modified than the RX-7, having a fully built Lancer Evolution Three 4G63T with balanced Cosworth 9:1 compression pistons, JUN Machine work rods, a knife edged crank, HKS 272 degree grind intake and exhaust camshafts, Denso 1100 cc injectors that were held onto by an aluminum fuel rail, a ported and polished head for maximum flow into an ultra rare HKS-built equal-length tubing exhaust manifold that hooked up to a custom built Garret T04 with a SARD 45mm external wastegate venting directly to the atmosphere that went down to a modified Apexi GT Spec stainless steel down-pipe, then to a full 95 mm mandrel bent exhaust system built for the custom application with Apexi. A HKS inline fuel pump (ATL racing cell with surge box) and a custom built by SARD fuel pressure regulator kept the required 110 octane flowing. On the intake, a custom built temperature/pressure sensor hooked up to a Motec programmed ECU to run without the stock 1997 MAS which was a large restriction for such a large turbo. The intercooling setup was a custom Vmount setup utilizing an Apexi intecooler core allowed Tristan to run 2.0 bar of pressure on the turbo (he usually had it only run 1.5 bar for street usage), which was vented to the atmosphere by a SARD large diameter blow off valve. Taking in all this power through an AP RACING triple plate clutch was a custom built, straight-cut sequential gearbox RalliArt transmission with Hewland built gears magnesium case that sent the power to both the front wheels and the rear wheels via a carbon fiber-weave drive shaft where it met a the custom built RalliArt rear end with a Cusco 1.5 way rear LSD. Cusco LSD's were in the front diff, along with the center differential that was split 35/63 for absolute smooth power transfer that was biased to the rear. On the inside, a fully welded cage that was up to FIA touring car regulations was built, along with a fully strengthened chassis that had over 200 man-hours in construction. Yet it still had a carpet, along with very supportive Bride Zeta III seats, a full Eclipse stereo system, Stack cluster gauge, Greddy boost, Oil temperature, Water Temperature, Fuel Pressure, Oil Pressure, and exhaust temperature (hooked up to the number one exhaust runner) electronic analog gauges lined the dash. The exterior of the car featured a custom one-of-a-kind widebody that was remeniscent of the JGTC Silvia's. The stock 1997 hoop style wing was gone in favor of a fully adjustable carbon fiber Sard Fuji GT wing, which Tristan didn't like very much, but was required as the old style hoop had a habit of making the rear of the car lift at over 200 kph. The wheels were 18 x 11 inch wide Volk five spoke Challenge P Zero wheels, chosen mostly for their style, but eight sets of magnesium black Volk 18 x 12" TE-37's were already in the garage. As far as suspension, full triple adjustable threaded Penske coilovers with remote resivoir valving sat on all four corners with forged aluminum control arms, coaxial hats, solid pillow ball upper mounts along with Hypercoil springs on the coils to increase the neutrality of the car. The paint, however, was far from perfect. It was quite clear that this car had been used in many endurance races, with the cracks in the fiberglass, the darkened metal plate above the exhaust, and permenant rubber marks beside the wheel wells showed the car's age. Fourteen inch Brembo slotted rotors with eight piston Brembo calipers sat in the front, while 12 inch, four piston Brembos were in the rear. One could feel the raw power eminate from the Eclipse as it sat by the front of the house. The white number plates stood bare, begging for a number to be put on them. Truly this was one of the ultimate racing machines left in existance.
Tristan stopped his RX-7 in the driveway, and pushed open the door, hopping out of the RX-7. He started over to his heavily modified Eclipse but then something in the garage caught his eye. It was his 7' long Ashton surfboard, along with his Wavelength wetsuit, hanging up with a few more boxes of his clothes.
"I wasn't supposed to get this stuff for another two weeks!" Tristan cheered and went over to pick up his surfboard. But before he could do that the door of the house opened and Asuka ran out, and jumped on Tristan.
"Where were you! I was so worried, not that Tristan Delecour could ever be defeated by a mere man or men at any time, but there are so many people who want to kill you and I stayed up all night waiting for you and you never called!" Asuka wept into his shoulder. Rei slowly walked up to behind Tristan and grabbed his hand.
"I was at Rei's for the night, I couldn't make it back in time! Yeah!" Tristan said, thinking of what to say. "I wrote you a haiku though"
"... You did? Wow"
"Yup! Here it is: Your words fall/love for a warm place/night returns" Tristan said with the prose and excellence of the traditional Japanese haiku author.
Asuka's rings around her eyes from staying up all night suddenly didn't matter as she wrapped her arms around Tristan and cried out with joy of what wonderful poetry he wrote for her. It was like he summed up everything she had always wanted from a man to do, and skillfuly compared it to the ways of nature. So nice he was to write that poem of pure beauty to her. "Oh thank you!" Asuka cried, "you are too kind"
"Hey... What's going on out there?" Misato yelled from her upstairs bedroom, obviously hung over from the previous night. Her alchoholism had gone away after the issue with Kaworu and Shinji moving out, but returned once she learned she had to take care of the three pilots.
"Nothing! Hi Misato!" Rei said with a disturbingly broad smile, waving at her.
Asuka stopped sobbing long enough for her to start talking. "Tristan, there's a surf contest at Tokyo 3 beach! Do you think you could enter it"
"Enter it?" Tristan said, looking at his surfboard, "I'm going to win it! You two can go watch me win! Here are the keys to the Eclipse, Asuka! I trust you know how to drive a stick, right? The keys should've been given to one of you guys"
"I um.. Yes! Of course I can! I've got the keys in the house!" She responded, not wanting to fail Tristan. "I'll go grab the beach supplies and we can all get changed"
Rei looked sad, because she did not have a bathing suit with her at that moment. Tristan noticed this, and spoke up "You can just go naked! You're so stupid, Rei"
"I can't believe I didn't think of that myself! I should go do that! You're right Tristan, I am so very stupid"
"But isn't that against the public law?" Asuka asked, extremely jealous that Rei was getting all the attention from Tristan, as well as the fact that she was acting very strangely. Not to mention walking like a cowboy who had rode about four hundred kilometers on a horse.
"Right then, she can just wear one of yours then. Give her the smallest one you've got because you're a few inches taller." Tristan declared, showing off a dazzling row of teeth at the end of the sentence.
"Right! Rei, follow me!" Asuka shouted, grabbing Rei by the hand.
"I'm going to win!" Tristan yelled, pumping his fist in the air, and looking for the surf rack to put on his RX-7.
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"Wow, this certainly is one fine beach get-together!" Kaworu from his bright red swim trunks exclaimed to Tristan, Asuka, Rei, Shinji, Misato, Ritsuko, Maya, Gendo, Fuyutsuki, and Pen Pen.
"Yes it certainly is!" Shinji sighed and and dutifully applied the SPF800 to Rei's pale skin. Asuka had truly given her the smallest swimsuit she had, which was hanging together by mere threads.
"I don't want to get burned," Rei said laying on her stomach, while watching the waves roll in. A few people were out already, preparing for the contest. "Make sure you get ALL over, Shinji," she continued lowering the rear of the bottom of her bathing suit. Shinji just mumbled and kept applying it.
"Why do I have to do this?" he complained, rubbing the cream into Rei's rear.
"Because Tristan is waxing his surfboard and we are all busy getting drunker!" Gendo said, patting his son on the shoulder. "Don't give up, you've still got Ritsuko, Maya, and Misato to go"
"This sucks"
"Ahh... I love the ocean breeze," Tristan said to Kaworu who was sitting next to him. His muscles flexed as he applied the wax in a circular motion on the board.
"Mmmhmm" Kaworu agreed, wathching Tristan. It was so wonderful to watch the master at work.
"Oh no! There are a group of people in black trunks approaching with surfboards!" Ritsuko cried out, only to have sand kicked in her face by one of them.
"Which one of you is Tristan Delecour?" The leader of the group said who had a bone white surfboard.
"It's you!" Tristan said as he heard the voice. "DJ TIESTO"
"Oh no!" Fuyutsuki said, "It's the Surf Yakuza"
"... The surf yakuza?" Asuka asked, raising an eyebrow. "How many fucking Yakuza's are out there?" she continued, drinking down a malted beverage.
"Well," Misato interrupted, "There's the Drift Yakuza, Jeet Kune Do Yakuza, the Pimp Yakuza, the Surf Yakuza, the ultra scary and oh so powerful Fanfiction Yakuza, the Circuit racing Yakuza, the Skateboard Yakuza, the Pro Wrestling Yakuza, Cooking Yakuza, Plumbing Yakuza, Karate Yakuza, Catshow Yakuza, DJ Yakuza, Mafia Yakuza, Arcade-game Yakuza, Giant Robot Yakuza, and a bunch more"
"Um, Misato... What's fanfiction?" Rei asked. "Well Rei, it's where lonely people who live in their parents' basement write out situations about fictional characters created by someone else," she replied, looking at Maya get progressively drunker on wine coolers, dangling at the arm of Ritsuko.
Rei looked blankly at Misato before squeaking. "Watch where you put those fingers!" She glared at Shinji, who was bowing his head and begging for forgiveness. "Anyways, could you clarify that at all"
"Let me try," Ritsuko interjected, wearing a white one piece bathing suit. "It'd be like someone typing something up like having Shinji and Asuka falling in love, having a child, and that child battling new and more powerful angels, but with cartoons shows or Gundam or something like that"
Shinji and Asuka looked at each other blankly. Asuka began to laugh hysterically. "You mean to say someone spends their time writing that kind of shit about fucking cartoons? That's so pathetic! I mean, do they ever get out?" "I doubt that!" Tristan said, beginning to laugh at that concept.
Everyone started laughing at the idea of fanfiction, including the Surf Yakuza. "Even the Cat Show Yakuza beats them up!" DJ Tiesto said, laughing to one of his compatriots. "Ahem! Enough delaying despite the hillarious and pathetic writers of one of our brother groups, we shall defeat you... in SURF COMBAT"
"Yeah, yeah, We've heard it all before," Asuka yawned, tying her string bikini top a little tighter, lifting her breasts together even more. "That's what the last guys said and Tristan kicked their ass"
"..." DJ Tiesto didn't know what to say. "Yeah, but we're the Surf Yakuza! He won't be so easily winning this time around! We're winners! And you can be one too! Because saving the planet is the thing to do! Looting and polluting, is not the way, so here's what Captain Planet, has to say"
"Don't you have to go practice?" Tristan yawned while he sat back on the beach. "I'll have you know that pollution controlls are the LEAST on my mind with my cars"
"Ooooh! We'll defeat you yet, you miserable DJ, rally car driver, pro circuit racer, sex god, jeet kune do master, and all around kick ass superhero!" one of the surf yakuza members said, shaking his fist. "And your little penguin too!" Pen Pen hissed and threw a beer can at them.
"Fat chance!" Gendo said, eating a pudding pop. Fuyutsuki had finally come through. "Sex god, eh?" Misato thought to herself. It had been a while and Tristan did have that certain charm that Kaji had, plus a bit more.
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Tristan picked up his surfboard and brought it to the ocean. The contest was finally starting and the Surf Yakuza was already out on the crystal aqua waters of Japan's east coast. "Time to rip up the water"
"You can do it!" Kaworu cheered from the beachside.
"We believe in you!" Asuka and Rei cheered, jumping up and down for no apparent reason other than to cause a few of the surf judges to stare at them through binoculars.
"He certainly is brave!" Maya smiled, flat drunk, pointing at Shinji who was getting more wine coolers for her. "Go Shinji! I know someday you'll make up with your dad"
"But he already did," Gendo whined, his pudding pop almost done. "Thanks to Tristan, that is"
"But Dad, I.." Shinji said before being interrupted by his father.
"Zip it"
Tristan sat out on the water and watched the waves come rolling in. He sat up on his surfboard with the fellow members of the Surf Yakuza also wading in the ocean waters. A nice two meter tall swell approached Tristan and he rotated himself on the board, preparing to paddle. The wave broke, and Tristan paddled, catching it right on the top, swishing down the water.
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"Wow! You certainly showed those Yakuza how to surf!" Rei exclaimed, running up to hug Tristan, who had just become the ultimate surf champion of the world. "Won't you please teach me"
"No way! Me first!" Asuka yelled, shoving the paler of the two to the ground. "I had him first"
"Mine!" Rei cried, getting up off the wet sand that covered her hands and rear. "You always get them! I want one for once! I want to be in the spotlight! I always get stuck with Shinji! They always hit on you, you stupid bitch"
"... Girls, girls, there's more than enough Tristan Delecour, superstar DJ, to go around!" Tristan laughed and put his arms around both of their waists, wiping the sand off Rei. He started walking with the three to the group, who were already celebrating Tristan's victory over the Surf Yakuza.
"He's right you know!" Asuka conceded defeat. It was not easy for her to do that with someone like Tristan Delecour, but who knew what was in store for them both.
"That was a great job out there!" Misato said as the three pilots approached the group. "I couldn't have done better myself"
"Mmmm hmm! Why don't you get out of that wetsuit, Tristan?" Kaworu said, eager to help. "It couldn't be good for your skin when you are out of the water"
"Wow, you're right, Kaworu!" Tristan articulated and Asuka eagerly helped Tristan out of the Wavelength wetsuit.
"Tristan, I brought along some Technics 1200 MkII's for you if you want..." Gendo said as he called forward the NERV employees who quickly brought forth a PA system that would fill the entire beach with sound.
"Oh, would I love to! But I don't have my records!" He said, dissapointed with himself.
"That's okay, I brought that along with your Yamaha RM1x sequencer, a Juno 106, two Roland TB303's, a TR909, a Korg Monopoly, and a Korg Prophecy! Oh yeah, and there's some other stuff like a Kawai K5000 and some Akai MPC's and samplers if you want.." Gendo smiled and pointed at the men in the back of a truck carefully placing them on the stage.
"Gendo, how much did all that vintage equipment cost?" Fuyutsuki asked in a hushed voice.
"Fuyutsuki, if you have to keep on asking me those questions, I am going to fire you." Gendo hissed.
"Yes, sir!" Fuyutsuki said, shutting up as promptly as possible.
"Sugoi sugoi!" Tristan exclaimed, running up to the equipment to start creating a MASSIVE EPIC TRANCE TRACK. Everyone on the beach loved it and as the day progressed, so did the music which went from DEEP EPIC UPLIFTING TRANCE to DREAM GLOSTICK PROGRESSIVE FLUFFY TRANCE that could not be stopped. Everyone loved the music and danced. Even Fuyutsuki liked some of it and held up his arms to Tristan's most wonderful music.
"Ooooh! I'll show that miserable rat!" DJ Tiesto said to former supertrance DJ Paul Oakenfold.
"You must learn patience," Oakenfold said. "As the current ruler of SEELE, we must not miss anything, otherwise we would show ourselves as the true bad guys"
"... But he's so much better than we ever were"
"SILENCE!" Oakenfold demanded and planned his next move from the darkness.
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"That was some concert you put on!" Asuka proclaimed, lounging on Tristan's shoulder. "I was wondering if you were going to do that filtersweep on that bassline and bam! right out of nowhere, you rock the house down with that Juno 106 string! It's like the music talks to me!" she bubbled over with enthusiasm for his music, her breath coming in rapid spurts as her face and upper chest began to turn a light pink hue, before she collapsed on the beach, moaning.
"Right then," Tristan shrugged and picked up the dazed Asuka off the ground. "Get to your feet! You still have to drive my baby home"
"I'm so, so, so sorry, Tristan!" Asuka apologized and looked over at Rei Ayanami, who was clutching Tristan's hand. The feisty red-head had more than a few questions for her on the ride back in Tristan's car. The three approached the NERV group while pushing through layers upon layers of virgin Japanese school girls that wanted to have their chests signed by Tristan. He merely ignored them in favor of his two girls that he had with him at the moment. Asuka looked around briefely and dried off the fluid that had run down between her legs.
"And another thing... I want to tell you who's behind all that bull shit is!" Maya yelled, still drunk from wine coolers while pointing at Kaworu. "Homoman"
"What ever could you mean?" Kaworu asked, holding up a hand against his chest. "I'm certainly not sending an viscious army of gaybo's bent on destroying your dick!" he finished his statement off while wiping Shinji down with a towel. Shinji and Kaworu had run in the water while they were waiting for Tristan's NONSTOP DANCE TRANCE TRACKS to finish.
"It was such a good idea of you to bring that equipment to the beach, Gendo!" Ritsuko said, casually batting Maya's attempts to grope her breasts. "I mean, really"
"Naw, don't thank me for that super radical sharkleberry idea, that was all Tristan"
"Let's have a cheer for Tristan, the best TECHNO DJ, DRIFTER, RALLY CAR DRIVER, JEET KUNE DO EXPERT AND EVA PILOT EVER!" Misato shouted, throwing up her hand with a beer in it and almost bouncing out of her top. Everyone cheered for Tristan and knew that he was certainly the best pilot ever who could smash everyone in a pulp with his backhand fist.
"Wow, I must thank you all for this treatment, being a world wide super trance DJ isn't as easy as it looks, but with friends and bosses like you all, it certainly makes it a lot easier"
"He sure is a nice boy!" Ritsuko said, dreamily.
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"That was one fun-filled and exciting day!" Tristan said as he sat down for dinner with Shinji, Rei, Asuka, and Misato. Rei had changed finally into one of her Armani dresses after Tristan had expressed his attraction to them. Asuka was still wearing just a regular blue t-shirt with some khaki pants, and her jealousy was raging after she saw Tristan walk out of his room in a finely made McAllistair Rowe tuxedo.
"Yes it was!" Rei said, pounding down a beer STRAIT, and belching afterwords. "It was especially great how you kicked and punched your way through those hoardes of Dragon Ninja that ambushed us on the way back! You even defeated Karnov"
"What can I say? I'm BAD!" Tristan said while pumping one of his arms up rapidly.
"That and you rescued president Ronnie!" Asuka cheered, throwing a starchy mess of rice that Misato had made at Shinji. "He was going to take you out for a burger! Ha. Ha. Ha." Shinji ducked and the rice hit the floor with an audible thumping noise.
"Indeed!" Tristan said, finally sitting down. "What's this food"
"Crap," Asuka declared, throwing the plate at the wall. It shattered and remaing rice stuck to the wall. "Misato, you suck at cooking"
"I suck at a lot of things!" She said, winking while holding up a can of Ashahi. "Even maybe Delecour-chan!" Rei and Asuka both glared at Misato before she sunk back down from her comment.
"We should go out and eat," Shinji quietly said, not to disturb the electricity between the women.
"Now that's a good idea!" Tristan said, slapping Shinji on the back. "Got any ideas, bestest buddy in the whole wide world"
"Well we could go to that steak joint that Misato had promised us seven damn years ago!" Shinji said, his face twisted at Misato. Nothing had quite ticked Shinji off like an empty promise by Misato. Not only did she not show her cleavage nearly as much as her photo suggested, but she made him cook, clean, and made his life hell for over a year, and couldn't even scrape up the cash to let him go to the steak joint he was promised after defeating an angel. One that could have DESTROYED ALL OF MAN KIND! Shinji shuddered at that thought.
"Yeah, what ever happened to that?" Asuka asked, pulling her blue t-shirt down a little more over her stomach. It was a useless task as it was too short to cover her well-toned and flat abdomen, but it was just a habit she had picked up from somewhere.
"Err... I err... Let's go!" Misato said, running to grab her keys off the still sparkling counters.
"I'll pick up the bill!" Tristan said, and ran for his Eclipse. "Who ever doen't reach the car first has to drive the seven or their own car!" he called to Rei and Asuka who shot up at this new rule.
"You're going down, bitch!" Rei said, running for the door.
"He was mine first!" Asuka growled, grabbing Rei's ankle, causing her to crash in the remains of Misato's dinner. "I slept with him!" Rei cried out as she slammed chest first into the wooden table as Asuka ran by her face. Asuka wasn't going to win that easily as she was knocked down by a sudden invisible wall in front of her. "Using your AT field is cheating!" Asuka sniffled as she picked herself up, and Rei started to bolt toward the door.
"That's true, Rei," Tristan said, watching from the side living room area.
"But Tristan slept with me too!" Rei screamed, "He made me feel alive!" she finished and ran to the door. Unfortunately for her, she tripped over her own chunky sandles, and Asuka, wearing a pair of simple white Nike's, ran right by and reached the 1997 Mitsubishi Eclipse's passenger side, gleefully pulling open the door.
Rei sadly picked herself up and resigned to her Trueno, which was parked behind the RX-7. "It's okay," she said to herself as she straightened out her dress. "She'll never get even with me"
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The three cars arrived at "Rucky Dan's" (It was actually spelled out as "RUKI NO DAN"), one of the few remaining places where one could eat most "traditional" American food items, along with Japanese beef cuisine. There was no vegitarian cousine at Rucky Dan's. Everything had some variety of meat in it. Even the water. This made it quite an expensive meal.
"I don't like meat," Rei said humbly, slowly walking in behind Asuka.
"Have you ever had it?" Shinji asked her, wondering why.
"No"
"Well how do you know you don't like it?" he asked."See Rei, meat will be perfectly fine for you!" Tristan said, patting her head with his hand. "Everyone should eat meat"
"Like me!" Asuka smiled.
"Yes, like you. Asuka"
"Can we eat already?" Misato asked, "I'm starving. For dick." The five went throug the door into the surly bistro, ready for anything.
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"So what will it be tonight?" The cheery waitress asked the five.
"I'll have the 8 oz Steak please!" Misato said while handing the menu over.
"Dammit, I can't read all this nong bong chong crap!" Tristan muttered, throwing the menu down in disgust. "Fucking kanji can blow me. Everyone should speak english or shut up!" he turned to the horrified waitress, smiling. "Anyways, I'll have the grilled chicken"
"I'll have the same as him," Asuka said, pointing at Tristan.
"I'll have the Texas Steak dinner plate," Shinji handed over the menu.
"And you, Miss?" The waitress turned to Rei."Miss"
"I'll have the 2 kg Steak, rare," Rei stated, taking a sip of the ordered red wine. It wasn't that bad, a 1978 vintage bottle that Tristan had ordered. A bit better tasting than sake at least. "Might as well start off with the big stuff." she mused while looking at Tristan's face.
"Definately. Definately agree with that," Tristan replied, putting his arm around Rei.
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As the food was brought forward, the five began to engage in the usual small talk. Rei kept drinking glass after glass of red wine while she was eating the massive steak with a quiet type of efficiency that one would not expect from such a long-time vegan. The food for Tristan was considerably dry for his tastes, so he ordered a fine bottle of Chardonnay white wine to go along with the chicken for himself and Asuka. Asuka, however was more intent on glaring at Rei for getting attention from Tristan.
"Ahem," Asuka coughed with her eyes narrowed. "It has come to my attention that Rei has had sex with Tristan"
Tristan dropped his fork and the four looked over at Asuka who looked like she was going to begin a tirade that would stop the world.
"... This is true," Rei replied. "What of it"
"I also have had sex with Tristan," Asuka calmly stated, taking a sip of white wine. "This is a problem"
"... Indeed," Rei said, chewing a piece of steak that was half gone. "So what"
"Well there is only one way to solve this problem"
"Uh, how?" Tristan asked, poking the chicken.
"I will have sex with both you and Rei!" Asuka smiled and finished off her glass of wine, pouring herself another.
"..." Rei didn't respond.
"That's quite an idea," Tristan said, looking over at Misato and Shinji who had their mouths agape at Asuka's suggestion in their company. "Hey you guys, here's 300,000 yen. Go out and party for the night"
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Tristan walked over to his SONY brand CD changer and held up a compact disc case. "You like Phil Collins?" he asked to Asuka and Rei, who both looked up at him, not saying a word.
"I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work," Tristan continued, walking across the main room to the windows which had a gorgeous night view of the forest. "It was too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke when Phil Collins' presence became more apparent." Tristan finished, leaning against the door frame to his bedroom. Asuka and Rei turned their heads around to follow him in his finely made tuxedo.
"I think Invisible Touch is the group's undisputed masterpiece," He recalled, backing into the bedroom, beckoning the two into the room. The redhead briefly looked over at the paler of the two and they both got up off the couch. "It's an epic meditation on intangibility." Tristan sat on the bed as the pair walked into the room, Asuka's blue t-shirt riding up on her chest.
"At the same time it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceeding three albums," he remarked calmly, patting both sides of the bed for the pair to sit on either side of him, Asuka to his right, Rei to his left.
"Asuka, take off your clothes." He said off-handedly, continuing his critique as Asuka stood up and began to remove her shirt and picked up a white negligie. "Listen to that brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins, and Rutherford." Tristan mused as he stood up once more off the bed and pulled over a tripod mounted with a MiniDV Canon XL1.
"You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument," Tristan said as he put the camera down about two meters from the bed. "Rei, remove your dress"
Rei stood up and began to unzip the back of the black Armani dress as Tristan continued to talk about Phil Collins. "In terms of lyrical craftsmenship and sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of proffesionalism." Rei pulled the dress down to her black strapless bra and black thong, turned from Tristan. "Rei, why don't you, uh, dance a little." Tristan said as he continued to set up the complex camera. Asuka walked back over in the white negligie into the front of the bed.
"Take the lyrics to 'Land of Confusion'," Asuka sat down on the bed, looking at Tristan talk about the music, not quite interested but quite in the mood. "In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of an abusive political authority," he said, picking up a white sash while Rei slowly moved to the music behind Tristan and Asuka.
"'In Too Deep' is the most moving pop song of the 1980's about monogomy and commitment," Tristan said as he wrapped the sash around Asuka's neck gently. He pulled Asuka's chin to look up at his face. "The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock"
Tristan spun the camera around, aiming it at the bed, looking through the viewfinder. "Asuka, get down on your knees so Rei can see your asshole." Asuka complied as she turned around and got on her hands and knees, her rear facing Rei, who was still slightly dancing to the song. "Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial. and therefore more satisfying in a narrower way, especially songs like 'In the Air Tonight' and 'Against All Odds'." Tristan folded his hands, satisfied with the setup of the camera, walking over towards Rei. "Rei, don't just stare at it. Eat it." he commanded, pointing at Asuka who was still bent over. Rei stopped her dancing and headed over to Asuka.
"I also think that Phil Collins works best within the confines of a group than as a solo artist. And I stress the word 'artist'." Tristan said as he headed back over to the CD player to change the track, Rei timidly approaching Asuka on the king-size bed. "This is 'Sussuido.' A great, great song. A personal favorite." Tristan said as he began to remove the jacket and tie of the tuxedo.
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Asuka Langley laid on the bed nude beside Tristan Delecour and Rei Ayanami, her heart rate pounding, various orifaces oozing mixtures of her own and others' bodily fluids, her chest and arms covered with a sheen of sweat, but she was happy with her decision. She pulled Rei over who was more than happy to fufill her open mouthed kiss with their tongues intertwined. She broke off the kiss and then dropped her head onto Tristan's finely toned chest.
"Now that was worth it," Asuka mumbled as Tristan ran his fingers through her soft red-brown hair.
"Certainly was for me!" Rei said and smilled, her pale white face glowing with a pink tinge to it. "I mean I never thought I would be able to be with you, Asuka"
"Well, you know," Asuka giggled and ran her finger up and down Tristan's carved abdominal muscles.
"Well heeeey, what about me?" Tristan said, holding his head up while looking at both of the nude girls. "I mean I'm something, aren't I"
"Of course you are!" Rei said, crawling on top of Tristan's stomach while straddling his waist, her breasts delicately swaying. "I mean if it wasn't for you, I'd have had to take out a personal ad! And considering how loud you are Asuka, it's a good thing he got rid of Misato and Shinji"
Asuka blushed and threw a pillow at Rei's head, her shortened red hair boucing off the front of her face. "It's not like you just laid there"
Rei caught the pillow and dropped her head down beside Tristan's. "Quiet you!" she said with a smile and ran her tongue around Tristan's earlobe.
"Too much!" Tristan said and stretched his arms. "You girls tired me out pretty well, maybe we'll watch the tape later, eh?" he pointed at the Canon video camera that was sitting on the floor under a few white pillows.
"Yeah," Rei yawned and reached for the light switch. "It's 3:00 AM... We've been at it since"
"Ten, Ten o'clock. Around there. And I'm feeling a little sore," Asuka filled in the time for her laying back while wrapping her thin legs around Tristan's athletic right leg. "Goodnight Rei, goodnight Tristan"
"Night girls!" Tristan said, ready for sleep.
"Night you two," Rei murmered quietly, kissing them both on the foreheads. Tristan puiled her down to his mouth and let her go. "Hey! You do not want to get me going again!" she laughed, laying down beside Tristan's opposite side, her wiry body pressed against Tristan's, almost on top of him.
"No we don't!" Tristan laughed and settled down for a long sleep.
END CHAPTER FOUR