HEY EVERYBODA! hmmm, so this is about the first post I've made in a year, and the last post was about a year after the one before that. Awesome. At this rate i should be finished by 2029! Just in time for us all to find out who killed JFK! I bet that'll be a good year. ANYWAYS! In the chapter and in future chapters I'm implementing a new thought system! YEs yes, all thoughts will be in Italics! Oooh Aahh, yes i know. but i assure you if your brain explodes as a result then there probably won't be much to clean up SO DONT WORRY! And excuse the crappy spelling on my German. I'm fluent I am! Just drunk.. as I will mention in the future.
HEY GUESS WHAT! NEW CHARACTER! WHY? BECAUSE I CAN! Suck it Steve!
Tis been so long since the last post. A little insane. I speak freaking Chinese now! And I'm in college and I'm traveling abroad and all these fun and wonderful things. Although I am one hell of a bum again.
(there is no Steve, or Stephen as his also fake mother would call him)… I've been drinking.
So anyways I'm no longer a lazy high school student, but a lazy college student! I faintly remember who Random1377 or somewhateverwho is! And HEY! I don't own Evangelion! But from the sounds of it Peter Jackson might SO THEY BETTER MAKE THAT FREAKING MOVIE!
Frodo can be fuyutski. Or ian mcCellan whatever.
Changing Attitudes Chapter 7
Chapter 7: The First After the Second
The Blue Renault blew down the highway so fast trash cans were rolling behind it in its air stream. Occasionally swerving right and left between other cars and rarely around the pedestrian who was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Yes, one thing was certain: Misato is driving. DUMBASSES! Misato's mind screamed. She fervently hit at her automobiles horn to make her presence known to all those who might potentionally slow her down.
"I STILL can't believe you people made us do that!" Half of the NERV staff is going to be having nasty hentai fantasies about molesting my young body tonight! Noooo!" She twistingly cried whilst folding her arms.
"Well get used to it, you got another one coming up today too." 'Hell, it might become a regular thing if these kids pull dumb antics like that all the time,' she mused cruelly.
"What!"
"And the month after that, and the month after that." Yes, Misato decidedly wanted to make the young twit squirm in her seat nay, her very skin. 'Muhahahahahha.'
RRAAAAHHH Asuka shrieked angrilyBut of course with Asuka's timeless, er, well matured ability to keep bitching Misato had already decided to diffuse it somewhat so she wouldn't have to listen to Asuka's rants when she cracked open some booze back home. She swerved hard around a crappy Korean car with a prude of a driver who was hardly breaking 160KPH. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!"
"Oh please, quit your whining Asuka. No one saw you, not me, not Hyuga, not even Shinji. So can it!" Oddly in a moment when Asuka became ever so slightly reasonable she clammed up. She crossed her arms over her breasts, sighing defeatedly and staring out the windowing with a look that sensed inevitable doom.
T birds were chirping, people walked all friendly-like amongst another beneath the lovely blue sky, with hardly a low whispy cloud in sight. Twas a fine day for the people in the Greater Tokyo-3 Area.
One of Asuka's more favored times of the day had finally rolled around. Lunchtime. When she could socialize with her schoolmates and fans without worry to her schedule as NERV most often let the pilots keep their whole schools days when of course, they had school days. What with the periodical total destruction of Tokyo-3. It was amazing how fast Tokyo-3 could be rebuilt after each Angel Attack. So amazing that no one could think of an explanation for it…..
Striding across the courtyard confidently Asuka decided to have a slightly more private day to her and Hikari behind the tree near the classic red brick wall that encompassed the front end of the metro school as the style so commonly does in Asian schools. So they could socialize and talk about recent events. Asuka had a decent sum of things to talk to Hikari about.
Suddenly without any notice the boy had fallen upside down out of nowhere with a sly smirk on his face stopping about eye-level with the stunned red-head. She immediately noticed his features, they practically assaulted her, especially being in that he was so close. Close enough that hell, he might have even bonked his grey-haired head on hers on the way down. Split sort've shaggy-like sideways and with piercing blue eyes to boot it was to say, a shade of uniqueness she didn't often see around Tokyo. He spoke in a shortly mock French accent, but quickly made clear he was no Frenchman.
"Hallo Mon Cherie.
Deine Langes Röt Haar, Deine blau Augen, Deine abenteurlich Lächeln.
(your long red hair, your blue eyes, your adventurous smile)
Meine Schönlich Mädchen, Ich heisse Elric Kiirvaks. I come from America, have a pet gecko, and like long walks on the beach. But since the beaches around here are littered with random industrial waste and the occasional body of some poor schmoe who slighted the Yakuza, I'm willing to settle for a bike ride through Akihabara."
SUDDENLY WORLD BECOMES SOFTLY STENCILED AGAIN WITH SORT OF ROMANTIC BIG WETISCH EYES ON ELRIC!
"Anyways, such an attractive young woman who can so simply draw me single-mindedly across these grounds just so i can get a little closer so that I might be able to comprehend if only more slightly the caliber of a beauty such as yourself, could only be, yes. You must be the second child." He hummed shortly in a ponderous sort've way. "I know it, but I fear that my world will somehow seem cracked, if not broken if I can not hear it roll out from your lips and your lips alone."
"Bitte, zeigen mir deiner Name. Meine Welt ist ohne sie defekt." He reached down, or up, to gently grasp her hand in his and brought it to his mouth where he laid the most sauve kiss upon it.
Asuka simply stammered, dumbfounded by the sudden barrage, the shock of which was strangely euphoric to her. But Asuka, being one of the tallest proverbial blades of grass, was not offset for long. Despite sudden appearance of the handsome clearly foreign man who so suddenly caught her like a deer in the headlights, she was going to make him pay dearly for the offense. But just as quickly as her hand flexed tightly on his preparing to yank him off the wall onto the duracrete ground where she promptly blugedon him to near-death, she relaxed her grip as her mind was put back in motion.
'THAT SON OF A BITCH! EVERYONE IS LOOKING! IF I DONT SHUT HIS ASS DOWN NOW IT"S GOING TO MAKE A PRECEDENT FOR ALL THE OTHER NASTY-ASS HENTAIS! Although, that was pretty slick, and I have to say, he's not that bad looking even with that pink scar thing on his throat. UND MEIN GOTT! ER SPRECHT DEUSTCH! Although he's clearly an American, that's not that bad. Still..
his ass is grass.'
In a honey sweet voice she coalesced to his plea.
"I am indeed the great 2nd child! Asuka Langley Sohryu! And this my dear boy, IS A PILEDRIVER!" She gripped his hand and reached for the other arm about to heave him down but in a whish of movement he was free of her and sitting straight up on the brick wall with a ponderous gaze towards the horizon as he looked back down at her.
"Danke, Mon Cherie. You have fulfilled my greatest desire I've ever had in these within the past couple minutes or so. Do you know where I can find the First and Third?"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN BEAT YOUR MONKEY ASS!"
No thanks, but I assure you, we'll have time to play later. Wink Oh Gomen, I've just gone and spotted the first and third on the roof. Excuse me." With that he promptly fell backwards over the wall onto the street sidewalk in a move that any observer in the courtyard could assume would end with a dozen stitches in his skull but amazingly no such thud was to be heard and life continued as normal. Normal being that, a dozen girls surrounded Asuka pleading to know who that was and how he was so familar with her. Hikari could be seen trying to diffuse the lot despite her own raging curiosity. From the look on Asuka's face, she clearly had no answers to give.
"NOW WHO THE HELL SAW THAT COMING! THAT SHIT'S WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!"
"Hells ya." Muttered the man's assistant. "Hit the rock playa."
The mysterious man upon prompting did indeed, hit the rock.
"So you're saying you have no idea who that was?"
"NONE HIKARI! How many times do I have to tell you! I don't know that baka-shit from adam! I CAN"T BELEIVE HOW FRESH WITH ME THAT MOFO GOT! Next time I see him I'm going to plow his ass into the wall." She screeched as they rounded the corner towards the classroom."
"Hmm, well here's your chance I guess."
"What are you..?" As she let slip that final word her rage suddenly coagulated within her veins and rushed to her fists. Elric, the grey haired boy who had so affronted her was sitting in the window aisle right behind so strategically behind Wondergirl, gazing to the outside world in just the same fashion she does. 'Typical the weirdoes all sit in the same section.' She immediately started her march over to him, clearly moving to the opposite side of the room than where her seat was. Regardless of the determination in her eyes, some poor fool had decided to interrupt her doom trek.
"Miss Sohryu what are you doing? You are a minute late and this class is in session, sit down!" The elder teacher's voice broke her pace and while bubbling, she could stand to wait before beating baka-shit's ass mercilessly. She gave a low huff and turned her laser eyes away from the boy more towards her own seat. "Now turn to page 325 in your history textbook!"
"Hai Sensei." She did as commanded. 'Ah, Mein Gott, It's world war 2! NOT ANOTHER LESSON ABOUT THE DAMN SECO... Damn't, no, the kanji was just a little smudged.'
"Now in the aftermath of the Second Impact, the various surviving nation-states were forced to..."
'I'm bugging out Sensei!..Now to the hit-list.' Now while a few boys, especially Kensuke, one of the three stooges had a decent beating coming to them, this Kiirvaks boy really performed quite outstandingly, in that, he was now at the top of the list just above Kensuke's business partner in Class 3-C, Torimoto Morishita. Though Asuka did seriously have to admit to herself it wasn't all that bad, kind of exciting actually, especially now that he's apparently a student here. Not to say she was interested in him, just to say, that he was a somewhat interesting character, one who unfortunately would have to go down Asuka's meat grinder just as quickly as he arrived here. But he's obviously no Japanese fan-boy-esque weirdo. Hum.
'He's aggressively American? But he spoke German so well! Where is he really from? WHO THE HELL IS HE? I like his combat boots... Who the hell wears combat boots with a school uniform? He's opening his lapto.. damn, it's not a school laptop. I need have a heart to heart chat with his monkey-ass about the pecking order around here. Just who the hell is this guy? He's typing something!.. Damn, I can't see through the privacy screen! Ayanami started typing something.. are they talking? Bastards! WHO THE HELL IS HE?' Now that she noticed, there was indeed a name on the class intra-net list that she had never seen before. FilthyMongol. She opened a chat window.
Red-HairedBeauty ELRIC KIRVAAKs?
FilthyMongol One A, two i's.
Red-HairedBeauty what?
FilthyMongol Really it's not that hard now. Kiirvaks. See? I spelled it out for you. And guess what! The plural form of my last name is the same thing as the singular! So no messing around with silly grammar!
Red-HairedBeauty ...
FilthyMongol Oh. YES I AM HE! THE ONE KNOWN AS KIIRVAKS! I hope I didn't terribly embarrass you earlier. Pardon the drop, but I was there for a bit, and coincidentally you happenstanced by.
Red-HairedBeauty ...HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS ME?
FilthyMongol I can hear your typing from across the class and correlate it with ending every time a message poofs out of magical technological nowhere... that and your screen name gives it away pretty easily and oh how apt! anyways not many red heads in here is there? oh, dreadful lie saying I crossed the courtyard for you, but you know, your beauty as radiant as it is, it just tugged the words straight out from my very soul! or some suave crap like that
Red-HairedBeauty IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS UP AND DOWN THIS HALLWAY AFTER CLASS!
FilthyMongol Lovely thought, we'll have to get a little kinky like that sometime then. Hmm, you know, it's a shame right now really. We'll have to cut this conversation a tad short second child, don't miss me too hard. Late
The shocked huh? could easily be heard from across the room however the teacher did not stutter in what was now mathematics. 'THIS MOFO IS SO...! ERRR!'
Red-HairedBeauty WAIT! Where are you from again and are you a new Evangelion pilot? You are a foreigner.. here for a reason?
Her ego could be somewhat threatened by the proposition of a new pilot to compete with.
FilthyMongol no, not an evangelion pilot. and Cincinnati in America. Which by the way is the sister city to your hometown Munich! NBC's The More You Know animation plays across Asuka's screen somehow.
FilthyMongol late, Kraut!
Red-HairedBeauty I WILLCRAMYOURTESTICLESSOFAR DOWNYOURTHROAT...
CHAT SESSION CLOSED
Promptly from across the room a short shuffling can be heard and the teacher stammers to a pause in his teaching. "Oh yes, yes pardon me. You may go now Mr. Kiirvaks," he declared in his tired voice.
"Arigatou Sensei." Mr. Kiirvaks silently slipped his thin metallic computer into his beaten brown leather satchel and exited the room without any explanation to his actions. The cumulative class reaction was predictable to the young man. No introduction except for his episode in the school courtyard and leaving class early without a known explanation. It was frankly quite odd to everyone. Except of course a Miss Ayanami, as she is often little impressed with the drama of her surroundings.
How does he know where I was born! ERRRRR
Shinji was quite impressed with the guy already, he seemed quite friendly. If he was going to have another teenage co-worker at NERV he was pretty glad this one seemed at least bit closer to normal than what his other co-workers were. Not tremendously over-powering like Asuka, though she has let up significantly on that lately, not to say it couldn't revert to normal at any time without notice but with power unlike the ridiculously under-powered Rei, although he seemed to find her more and more interesting every day since she and him started doing the roof lunch thing. Which of course was where he and Rei met Elric today. Funny sort of introduction too. A funny little poetic intro, then to the point, very friendly...
RED-HAIREDBEAUTY HAS INVITED YOU TO TOKYO545
ACCEPT CHAT?
Shinji of course knew that he had no choice in the matter. He could either accept the lashing in electronic form now or physical/verbal form later.
Red-HairedBeauty Hellooo Shinji-baka!
CelloMiXMaster Hi, what's up Asuka?
Red-HairedBeauty You seem rather unaffected by this crap? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM?
CelloMiXMaster Kiirvaks-san?
Red-HairedBeauty NO SHIT!
CelloMiXMaster well not too much, he seems nice he's from cincinnati, where ever that is and oh ya! he's 17. i know that and well he muttered something about the yakuza mucking up the beaches?
Red-HairedBeauty NEVERMIND!
CelloMiXMaster gomen i'm just trying to help you because you asked...
Red-HairedBeauty sigh, i know baka. calm down before you blow a sprocket
Red-HairedBeauty there was something I needed to talk to you about
HANDSOME NARRATOR: but then again since I've been gone for like a year so I can't really rememeber so... PLOT HOLE! magical transportation powers of cheap writing
Asuka sat in her chair, suffering the, by her level, a mathematical lesson for retards. Yes, she had taken Honors Calculus in college but she was forced to sit through this all again with all the other uneducated teens as part of participating in school. Numbers however unlike other subjects was a universal language, not requiring terribly complex kanji for her to comprehend. Regardless she truly didn't have to do school, but she would have nothing else to do during the day and school does wonders for her kanji and social life.
Buzz Buzz Buzz.
'NERV! MEIN GOTT, COULD IT BE ANOTHER ANGEL!' She quickly whipped out her cell phone but immediately noticed it wasn't a phone call at all, but a text message from an unidentified source. She though perhaps it could be a mistake or a spam message. But she didn't have anything better to do in the classShe hit open message.
"Hey there Second Child I just forgot one little thing to tell you in one of our little heart to heart chat. Yesterday, man, the nude sync test, I was there on the alcove above when you were getting out. I just have to say.
Magnificent!
Sincerely,
Elric Kiirvaks
Asuka was literally paralyzed in body and mind. That is until the hot blood finally got to her brain. She spasmed up from her chair in a bolt of speed and power.
"RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! FUCKING PERVERT! I'LL MAKE NERV PAY!" She screamed forgetting where she was.
"MISS SOHRYU! GET OUT OF MY CLASS NOW! AND TAKE THE BUCKETS WITH YOU!"
Author's Note:
Don't youtz all worry about the next chapter. There WILL be one within a couple days, actually well, just as soon as I get those reviews MUAHAHA! So much time has passed and yet I'm still my whiney self about those things.
So anyways. Elric is going to become a big character in this, I mean, BIG. Like Shinji, Asuka, and Rei. Myahr. Oh yes. He will be neat, abeit recycled but with my somewhat flavorful twist and my good? Writing whereas a lot of the fics out there are just out of the box crap. He will be a dynamic character. And bear with me on the general movement of the story, I've been MIA for a long time. Actually I do have plans for this story to become more so serious. In later chapters it may become rated M I guess under this retarded system or have got going, anyways.
Funny, how old my last post really is, in it, I had just gotten my shiny new laptop. Now, like 18 months later, it's a heavy paperweight. But still pretty great for writing this stuff instead of putting it down on paper first. Irg, this format looks much better initially in word until goes and screws it up.
See You Space Cowboy