Standard Disclaimer: "Neon Genesis Evangelion" and "Bio-booster Armor Guyver" are the creative property of Hideaki Anno and Yoshiki Takaya respectively.

Other Standard Disclaimer: This fanfic is rated PG-13 (or T) for violence, swearing, and mild sexual references.

ANIME NEWS ALERT! According to Anime News Network, the Japanese studio WOWOW will premiere a new series this August—"Guyver: The Bioboosted Armor". The plot summary on the ANN site states: "This new series is a redone version of the original but includes the rest of the story that was left out." Squeeeee!

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AN: The following is a sidestory that may or may not fall into the same continuity as the rest of the fanfic. It is also a rather desperate attempt on my part to keep you readers satisfied while I keep trying to pound out Chapter 5. So, BACK! BACK, I say! (cracks whip once then bravely runs away)

Out of Control
A Neon Genesis Evangelion/
Bio-booster Armor Guyver Fusion
By: Mares Guyver

Sidestory: Housebroken Bio-booster

Thankful that there were no tests at NERV scheduled for the evening, a weary Shinji Ikari trudged up the long staircase of the apartment complex he had just recently started living in. Making his way to the door marked 14-C, the young EVA pilot smiled slightly at pleasant memories of the woman who had offered to let him stay here, the woman he now indeed lived with—the purple-haired goddess of Tokyo-3, Misato Katsuragi.

Placing one hand on the opening mechanism, Shinji called out, "I'm home!" as the door wooshed open, but was greeted only by silence. Blinking in the dark surroundings, Shinji put his bag on the floor and hit a light switch, then spotted a piece of paper lying on the dining table. Picking up the note, Shinji squinted as he tried to make out the hastily scrawled kanji.

"'NERV called. Have to work late tonight. Love, Misato.'" Blushing at the last statement, the boy paused before reading the next part, "'P.S. Here's some money for takeout—enjoy the treat!'" Glancing down, Shinji spotted a few hundred yen notes on the table, which he hesitantly picked up and stuffed in his pocket. Looking around the empty apartment once more (not even Pen-Pen was anywhere in sight), Shinji sighed somberly before dragging his bag into his room.

A quick shower and change of clothes, and the boy strode into the middle of the living room with a determined air about him. Glancing at the multiple piles of trash, beer cans, various articles of clothing, and unopened boxes about him, Shinji solemnly wrapped a handkerchief around his head and donned a pair of yellow plastic gloves. Grabbing a large garbage bag, he strode to one side of the room and began stuffing in every piece of debris he laid eyes on.

'Misato-san's been so nice to me—the least I can do is surprise her with a neat home . . .' That was the thought that drove Shinji as he bagged, dusted, swept, mopped, and vacuumed in every corner of the large apartment. Unaccustomed to the strange noises, Pen-Pen finally chose to make an appearance and wandered out of his refrigerator to watch his young roommate. Puzzled by the unusual behavior, Pen-Pen wondered why the human boy was bothering with such activity until he noticed Shinji holding a trash bag in one hand and a large tuna in the other. Being a smart genetically-engineered bird, Pen-Pen quickly put two and two together, and squawking eagerly he waddled over and grabbed the bag with one clawed flipper.

Together the two roommates worked until the sun had nearly set. The EVA pilot was glad for the assistance, for not only did it make the work go faster, but by holding the bird over his head, Pen-Pen could reach and dust the areas that Shinji could not thanks to his somewhat diminutive stature. The boy's own great strength proved helpful when hauling the multiple bags of garbage (mostly consisting of empty beer cans) downstairs to the complex's trash receptacles. Eventually though, Shinji and Pen-Pen settled onto the couch in the living room, and took in the fruits of their labor.

Though the fourteen-year old was merely glad to see the rooms uncluttered, his avian companion barely recognized the place. With all of the trash and boxes cleared away, the sheer spaciousness of the apartment became apparent. Every surface sparkled with cleanliness, and the bold colors of the carpeting and woodwork shone through now that everything was vacuumed and dusted. The dirty dishes in the kitchen has each been washed and shined until they gleamed like new. In the bathroom, all of the towels were folded and toiletries neatly put away, and both Misato's and Shinji's futons had been changed and smartly re-made. Along with the old sheets, the many stray pieces of clothing around the apartment had been carefully relocated to the washing machines on the complex's first floor.

Smiling lazily, Shinji thought, 'Well, all that's left is the refrigerator . . . probably too late to go to the market though . . .' Shrugging, the boy stood and casually ambled towards the steel piece of equipment. When Pen-Pen saw his young roommate's destination, his teal eyes widened in absolute terror, and squawking feverishly, he double-timed to a position in front of the dreaded unit, blocking Shinji's path. Puzzled by the bird's odd behavior, Shinji paused in step and knelt down to Pen-Pen's level of vision.

"What's the matter Pen-Pen? I just want to clean out the leftovers . . ." Shinji's eyes widened slightly, and he smiled, "Don't worry—I'm not going to touch your beer stash, or your frozen fish supply." Pen-Pen shook his head rapidly, his long red brows quivering as he tried to convey his thoughts to the boy, 'Foolish human, you are in mortal danger!'

Frowning a little, Shinji gently pushed the warm-water penguin out of the way, and then reached out for the refrigerator handle. A shrill squawk made the boy pause, and turning he watched as Pen-Pen ran out of the room and locked himself in the spare bedroom. Blinking once confusedly, Shinji shrugged and calmly opened the door in front of him. Almost immediately a force from within pushed the door open completely, throwing the young EVA pilot back against the kitchen counter. The boy's eyes bugged out as a dark green, rancid, slimy, oozing thing seeped out of the nooks of the refrigeration unit and accumulated on the floor. The thing quickly grew in mass until it was nearly twice Shinji's size, and rearing up it opened a large maw of a mouth and issued a mighty "SKREE!"

'I must run away, I must run away, I must run away . . .' Leaping to his feet, Shinji whirled around to flee, but a cold and wet form wrapped around his leg, bringing him back to the ground. Lifting the boy into the air with its newly sprouted tentacle, the thing twirled its new toy around a few times before flinging the human into the living room wall. Eyes swirling, Shinji shook his head and painfully rose to his feet. As the gelatinous monster began approaching him, the boy backed away through the open door to the windy surface of the balcony. His eyes fixed on the slimy beast, Shinji's mind whirled as he tried to think up a way to beat this thing.

'Now would be a really good time for it to show up and save my ass . . . but is it doing that? Noooo . . . WHOA!' The last exclamation was due to the fact that, during his mental interlude, Shinji had backed up all the way across the balcony, tripped backwards over the railing, and was now plummeting straight to the concrete ground below. "I need it!" Shinji screamed, "I need it's help NOW!"

Angry to have its meal escape, the slime creature turned around and scuttled over to the other morsel it sensed in the near vicinity. Approaching the barrier that separated it from its prize, the thing began pounding on the spare bedroom door with its tentacles, the creature's loud "SKREE!" causing Pen-Pen to squawk with fright. Just as the beast was about to knock the door off its hinges, it roared in pain as a thin beam of hot energy tore into its mass. Whirling around, the beast spied its assailant, a being clad in dark, heavy armor, standing in a ready position by the balcony door. A diode on its forehead gleamed with green light before fading out, and no, the newcomer was not Samus Aran.

Pointing at the gooey monster with one arm, Bio-boosted Shinji proclaimed, "Look you disgusting . . . thing, I just got this place cleaned! And nobody, except maybe Misato, is going to mess it up again! So . . . uh . . . all your base are belong to us!" Sweat dropped down Shinji's, the creature's, and even Pen-Pen's necks as a long silence fell over the room.

'Man, I really need to work on the heroic dialog—URK!' the would-be savior's thoughts cut off as one the creature's multiple tentacles wrapped around his throat, then his arm as Shinji reached up to pull the appendage away. The young EVA pilot once again found himself flying through the air as the beast tossed pounded him into one of the apartment's walls, choking tighter on his throat as the creature slithered over to his armored body. Holding the boy against the wall with a few of its tentacles, it wrapped two of its others around each other and then flattened them out, forming a long blade.

"Skreeheeheeheeheeeeee . . . ." the thing cackled as it lowered its machete-like blade to Bio-boosted Shinji's throat. Though inside the armor the boy was scared beyond reason, some instinct or raw emotion deep within began bubbling up as his hand tightened into a fist. On Shinji's forehead the metallic control medal glowed vividly, and just as the beast was about to strike the boy's arm shot up—a long, humming blade extending outwards from his wrist. The blade instantly cleaved the thing's tentacle-machete in two, and screaming in pain it backed away as Shinji shakily rose to his feet. Looking down at the still extended sword on his arm, the boy paused, then concentrated as his control medal flared white. Three more swords extended from different points on his forearms, and as the combined hum of the vibrating blades filled the room, Bio-boosted Shinji could think of only a single thing to say . . .

"Groovy."

The door to the apartment wooshed open just as Shinji wiped the last scorch mark off of the wall. "I'm ho . . ." a whispering, feminine voice began, but then trailed off into silence. Confused, the young EVA pilot emerged from the hallway and saw his caretaker looking around her apartment with open-mouthed astonishment. Sensing the boy's footfalls, the lavender-haired beauty turned around and fixed her eyes on the concerned-looking child.

Bowing respectfully, Shinji uttered sincerely, "Welcome home."

"Sh-Sh-Shinji-kun?. . . what? . . . how?" Misato stammered, and as he stood Shinji smiled proudly, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he looked off to the side.

"I-I wanted to do something nice for you, M-Misato-san. Yo-you've been so kind to me, and I-I've been such a burden, so when I got home today, I—ouch!" Shinji paused to glance down at the warm-water penguin beside him, flipper claws fully extended, then grinned sheepishly at Misato, "That is, we cleaned up the place for you. So . . . surprise?" For a moment all that could be heard was the faint rustling of the wind outside the balcony. Then tears prickled at the corners of Misato's eyes , and smiling she walked over and lightly embraced the smaller boy.

"Shinji . . . this is probably the nicest thing that someone's done for me in . . . in a long time . . . Thank you," Misato said in a slightly choked voice. An indignant wark caused the NERV Captain to blink, then laughing she released Shinji and stooped down to pick up her other roommate. "Aww . . . feeling left out, huh? Thank you too, Pen-Pen . . ." she said, kissing the penguin right between the eyes. As she put the bird back on the ground, a low gurgle rumbled out, and Misato looked at Shinji with wide eyes. Blushing furiously, the boy held one hand over his stomach and the other behind his head.

"Heh, heh . . . I guess I was so busy that I, uh, forgot to eat . . ." Misato stared at the boy for a few seconds, then laughed out loud, followed shortly by Shinji himself.

Wiping a few tears from her eyes, the purple-haired wonder smiled and said, "Well, I'm sure there's still some leftovers in the fridge . . ." Just as she began to walk away, male and avian voices cried out in unison, and Misato turned back with a curious expression on her face.

Sweating nervously, Shinji stammered, "Anoooo . . . . I-I threw the lef-leftovers out! Th-they were lo-looking pretty bad, and . . ." bowing his head, the boy finished with a quiet, "I'm sorry." Misato laughed and playfully ruffled Shinji's hair.

"That's okay, Shinji-kun . . . that stuff was about a month old anyway. Maybe older; I brought it here with me when I moved in . . ." Misato tapped one finger against her cheek, then smiled and snapped her fingers, "We'll just order takeout—I know a few places that still serve this late." The lavender-haired woman turned to walk to her room and use the phone, but stopped as she felt slender fingers wrap around her wrist. Looking down, she saw a blushing Shinji holding out the yen notes she had left for him earlier.

"M-Misato-san, please use this . . . after all, it's for the t-two of us, right?" he finished with a nervous smile. Misato's puppy-brown eyes softened, and slowly nodding she took the money from the boy's hand. Stuffing the notes in the pocket of her crimson jacket, the purple-haired woman half-turned, then slowly came back around until she was once again facing Shinji. The EVA pilot began sweating under the intensity of the older woman's gaze, and Shinji wondered just what was going on in his guardian's head.

A timid smile worked its way onto Misato's lips, and stepping forward she leaned over and placed her palms against the side of Shinji's now flushing face. Before the boy could speak, the purple-haired beauty closed the distance, softly covering Shinji's mouth with her own. Time stood still for a seeming eternity as the couple remained locked in place, but eventually Misato pulled back and looked deep into her charge's wavering, questioning cobalt orbs.

"That was an adult kiss, Shinji . . ." she explained, "Someday, when you're older, and if you stay as sweet as you are now . . . a lot of women are going to want to do that to you . . ." the Captain's russet eyes laughed with their typical mischief, " . . . among other things . . ." With his entire face on fire, Shinji tried to break eye contact and bow his head, but Misato gently tilted him back up to look at her, caressing one cheek with her hand soothingly. Though her smile was purity itself, there was still something sad hiding just below the surface as she said, "Do me a favor, Shin-chan, and never change . . ."

Hugging the shaking boy one last time, Misato finally managed to turn and walk away, closing her bedroom door as she prepared to order their dinner. Back in the living room, a wide-eyed Shinji Ikari had unconsciously sunken into one of the couches as his brain tried to process what just happened. Slowly, uncertainly, the boy raised a hand to his lips, and he felt his cheeks glow pink as his fingers pulled away with lipstick on their tips. Looking at the door to Misato's bedroom, Shinji couldn't himself as a goofy smile stretched its way across his face.

Hail to the King, baby . . .

END SIDESTORY

TRANSLATION GUIDE
Ano: Sound of uncertainty; equivalent to "uh".
-san: Equivalent to Mr./Ms./Mrs.; used when formally addressing an individual, and almost always when a subordinate addresses a superior or elder person.
-kun: Used in causal/friendly relationships, typically with males, and most often as a sign of light affection from a superior to a subordinate. Also used between people of the same age who share friendly relations.
-chan: Similar to -kun when used between individuals who share a casual relationship, and typically used with females. Can also be used to express deep affection between two individuals, where the word becomes the equivalent to "Darling".

Author's Notes: Yeah, I know, I know . . . I disappeared there for a little while, and all I have to show for that time off is this lousy sidestory. I do apologize for the delay on Chapter 3, but please understand that there has been good reason. You see, in my real life I'm a cadet in the US Air Force ROTC program, and this summer was my time to attend Field Training—our equivalent to Basic Training. For four weeks I was cut off from the rest of the world, and it's only a few days ago that I finished and got back from my encampment. Because of the time I had to spend this summer preparing and attending, I've barely started Chapter 3, but I promise I'll get it finished as soon as I can. Hopefully this little morsel will suffice for now.

Speaking of this sidestory, you may (or may not) be wondering where it came from. Well, when I was finishing up Chapter 2, I started wondering how Shinji might use his Guyver powers to help him with his everyday life. After all, there's no Zoanoids around (coughyetcough), the EVAs are better suited to fighting Angels, and he already fights crime as a vigilante in a few other fics (coughNERV's Belfrycough), so what else could he do? Then the lightbulb went off, and I realized, "Of course! The horrible, zombie-like remains of Misato's cooking!" The rest just wrote itself from there.

Like I said at the beginning, I'm not sure if I want this to fit in the continuity or not. It originally was going to be an alternate ending/omake to Chapter 3, but then I decided to offer it up as a peace offering, so now I'm not sure. I guess I'll just leave that decision up to the fans. ;-P

And last but not least, answers to your Chapter 2 questions! Thank you again to all of those readers who've reviewed my story thus far. I appreciate your feedback immensely, so keep it up!

Brax the Great: Uhhhh . . . (points off to the side) Look, some sort of evil demonic duck! (runs away in opposite direction)

Evil Demonic Duck: (sigh) . . . I knew it was a bad idea to go on strike at "El Goonish Shive" . . .

Guyver Nut: Shinji has no particular Guyver unit. Perhaps you got confused when I referred to Unit-01 in the first chapter. On those occasions I was talking about Evangelion Unit-01, not the Bio-booster Unit-G. And yes, you will eventually get to see Shinji bio-boost and fight Zoanoids, but that's probably a long ways off from now.

teknoguyver: Thanks a bunch for linking my story to your RPG site—I hope your friends there like it! As for the Guyvers' identities, at least two will be revealed in Chapter 3. As for the remaining bioboosters, I'll give you a hint for one of them. Two words: Control Metal.

Shadow of Chaos: I actually haven't thought about pairings—I don't really have any strong preferences when it comes to things like that. Expect some different suggestions along the way, but I anticipate that relationships (at least with Shinji) will be kept fairly ambiguous.

Wolf(s)bane420: Thanks for the fanfic recommendations—I'll make sure to check some of those out! As for pairings, I'm not anticipating anything right now. Who knows though, I could anyways change my mind . . .

Fusion Blaster: Hehe . . . I don't think that'll happen, but it is fun to think about. Maybe I'll make that into an Omake—"What if it wasn't Shinji who got a Guyver unit?", with scenarios showing how each NGE cast member would have reacted to being a Guyver. Thanks for the idea!

DJ: You've certainly raised some interesting points, my friend! After musing over your comments for awhile, I was struck by a vision for an event that will now happen sometime later in the story. Something involving the Guyver, Shinji, a 400 percent synch ratio, and a wicked-looking EVA-01 redesign. And I owe all that inspiration to you—Muchas gracias, mi amigo!

Ran Hoshino: I'm using the anime/manga series primarily with touches of the OAV and live-action movies to fill in a few details. For example, most of the Guyver's functions and background history come from the series, while the violent inclinations come from the live-action movies. Also, if you've seen my design for Shinji's armor on DeviantART, you may notice that the helmet design was inspired by the OAV's Guyver II.

Phoenix: Would that philosopher be Han Solo by any chance? If so, you will probably remember another quote of his as the story proceeds: "I've got a bad feeling about this . . ." MUWAHAHAHAHA!

James Ray Edwards: Thank you so much for your sound advice and generous critique of my story, J-Easy. Being a first-time fanfic writer, I'm pretty scared of doing something wrong or telling the story in a way that doesn't ring true with the anime. Still, I'll just follow your advice and let the story flow how it will—if something stinks I'm sure someone will tell me. ;-P

And about the chapter length—when you're right, you're right. I didn't mean for Chapters 1 and 2 to be so long, but going back I easily found some plot areas where I could've broken them up and made four medium chapters instead of two gignormous ones. Once Chapter 3's finished, I'll try to keep to smaller, easier installments for the rest of the fic. The only reason Chapter 3 may be long is because it's already half written in my head, and I can't think of any way to make it shorter. Anyways, thanks again for your advice and kind words, and if I have any questions I'll be sure to contact you.

The Monkey King: An intriguing idea, Monkey King, though it wasn't something that I was planning. Still Kaji and Guyver I do share a connection in the past, which will be revealed in time.

MysticSuperSaiyanGohan: Shinji's Unit-G is just your standard, run-of-the-mill bio-booster armor, no different from any of the other Guyvers. Thank you for the generous offer of your OG's (original Guyvers), but just like OC's, I think I'm going to try to keep things as close to canon as possible.