A/N: Here we are again. I welcome you to my second saga in this story. The Project V Saga. I've been hinting at this one for a while, and it's time to reveal its wrath upon you all! But first…

A hidden facility

The five hooded figures from before were now organized in a secret location and having another meeting. On the agenda were the plans for the future scenario, what to do with Kensuke Aida as he had now gained the interest of these beings. And the third was the very anticipated Project V that the shortest of the five had been working on.

"So are the plans for the future still in motion Master?" asked the largest of the five with a deep male voice.

"As I see things, yes they are still in motion. The losses of our brethren are of little consequence to me," replied the second tallest with a young male's voice. "Jeroboam did his part with the surprise introduction in Australia. Manasseh was rather a disappointment however. I figured he would have done much better."

"The twins Oholah and Ohlibah came close, but we were caught by surprise," replied the third tallest of the five. This one had the voice of a man who's sounded very old and scratchy.

"Unfortunately Saul had to be an overconfident son of a bitch," muttered the fourth tallest, who had a young woman's voice. "He almost had it in the bag too."

"And of course Nebuchadnezzar fucked it up too," put in the shortest of them all, who had a voice like a child's. "He had the whole world scared shitless and he lost to two trash talking kids."

"Which brings me to another question Master," said the large one, "are we going to be sending out more failures into battle? And I'm sure Keel will have a difficult time tolerating this as well."

"He has a point," the oldest one noted, "we are 0 for 6. Are we really planning on using the remaining Black Angels as well, with the likely possibility that they will fail as badly as they have been failing? Keel may think he was better off just using the EVA Series to accomplish his goals. Alone he has come close."

"You have a point in that matter. He did come close. But in the end, he failed in his attempt to achieve Third Impact. That is when he came to us for help. And if it weren't for our resources, he wouldn't have his EVA Series up and running again. And whether the other Black Angels are failures or not, I intend to have all of them get a shot at defeating the pilots. Their success means our plans are greatly accelerated. Their failure gives us a chance to learn what is needed to be learned so we don't fail again." Looking at the third tallest one, he continued, "And you know how valuable it is for you to be learning all you can about these kids."

"Indeed, you have a point. It's just hard on an old man like myself to have to wait like this. But it is all for our cause."

"Exactly, so either in the short or long terms we will succeed. That I can guarantee," declared the leader.

"Speaking of which," the small one wondered, "who is the next one to go?"

As usual, the leader had an answer, "Keel doesn't know it yet, but I will intend on making him aware once more attention can be focused on our brethren, but I believe it shall be Calamousill."

"The Lord of Earth? An element Angel?" asked the tall one. "The situation hardly calls for such a demon to rise up."

"Perhaps, and perhaps not," said the Master. "I think we've been rather soft on the kids with Saul and Nebuchadnezzar. Calamousill has not only the ability to give them a run for their money, but also the potential to make them cower with fear."

"I agree," replied the youngest one. "I want to see them be absolutely terrified."

"I second that," put in the older one. "Fear is a powerful weapon indeed."

"Then it is decided," said the leader. "Calamousill it is then." Next he decided to change the subject. "Next on our agenda of discussion is none other than Kensuke Aida, our future employee from the hopes of things."

"I don't understand the meaning of this at all," retorted the tall one. "Why do we need another pilot? We already have everything we require."

"You still don't get it do you?" the leader sighed. "There is obviously more to life than just one simple objective. Surely the humans have taught you that, unless Gendo Ikari was your mentor." When the leader received silence from the others in the room, he had to elaborate. "What I am saying is, is that even if Aida were to fall that this incident alone would take a pleasant whack at the state of minds of Ikari and Suzahara. Their shattered morale would eventually affect the others, with Sohryu, Horaki, and Ayanami. That gives you five psychologically weakened pilots, with a mere three at full strength with only one of those three having decent experience. And with the effect that Project V will have in our wings, that will leave only two inexperienced pilots"

"To even be able to have this affect the others though," brought up the old one, "obviously we have to convince him to work for us first."

"Which I am working on," continued the woman. "I will speak with Kensuke again sometime very soon. It may take another talk or two, but I believe I can blur his definitions of good and evil."

"And as you do that, make him constantly question himself as to what is good and what is evil," said the leader. "The more he questions how good NERV actually his, the more his doubts will rise up. And that is where we come in. Show him the evil that NERV 'is'. And perhaps… leak a few sensitive details. Then he'll pledge himself to us when he see that those he trusts work for someone so manically evil."

"Ah, the irony of it all," laughed the smallest of them. "In that case, I'll have my workers prepare his plugsuit and the A-10 neural sensors for his arrival." He turned to the leader, "So how long will it take to get Unit 08 from China?"

"It will take as long as it needs to take. Keep in mind that I'm going to have to do this under Gendo Ikari's nose, so it is not a task easily done by our operatives."

Now the tall one sighed, "If we are going to have trouble with operatives, then why doesn't one of us go instead? Once we stole Unit 07 from England, and now all NERV bases believe that if it can happen once, it can happen again. Thus they have beefed up security now."

The leader was not happy with this remark. "If you feel so strongly about how we conduct our operations, then you can go get Unit 08. We don't have time to play fetch you know."

"Very well Master," the tall one replied defeated. "I will go."

"Not now. You will go when I say so," shot back the master. "And now moving on to our final topic of the day, the highly anticipated Project V."

"So when can I release him Master?" asked the small one. "I can sense he is getting anxious."

"It's almost time," answered the leader. "The objective of our plan is to do what Hitler failed to do. And that is to conquer Europe. This way, we'll have dismantled most of the power of the United Nations other than the United States and China. From there, we smash into the Middle East to reap its resources for our vast expanding empire."

"That's obviously the objective, but how will we do all that?" inquired the woman. "Do we have a plan in the works?"

"Yes we do," replied the leader. "I have contacts in Russia as well. They're working for me obviously and want us to achieve our goals. They're working under the name of the outlawed Red Star political party, which wants to reclaim communist-styled power in Russia. Using the resources we are supplying them with, they will attempt a coup to overthrow the government. With that mission's success, we will use the power of Russia's military to conquer the rest of Europe."

"This will mean either the occupation or destruction of Russia and Germany's NERV bases," put in the old one. "Something NERV Japan will not take lying down."

"I know that. And that is what Project V is for. Gendo Ikari will send a few EVAs to deal with our attack. He will meet them in Europe. Hopefully he will crush as many of them as he can."

"It's really all about the EVAs isn't it," asked the tall one. "The side that has more EVAs will win however, with one against possibly three to five."

"Your stupidity is astounding," retorted the leader. "You think I would send one EVA against many without an extra card up the sleeve?" Once he got his expected silent reply of no, he continued, "Obviously we're going to give him a little boost to propel our plans along. I will imbue him with the power of darkness."

"Ah, that is an excellent idea," said the woman. "Fueled by his hatred of the one he thought loved him, his power will grow immensely. Perhaps powerful enough to even bring Ikari to his knees."

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Tokyo-2 - Arena

The atmosphere in the small arena located in Tokyo-2 was indeed electric. From all around the surrounding areas, many contestants had traveled here to compete in this martial arts tournament, all vying for the prize of five hundred thousand yen, and a spiffy looking BMW.

Sitting in the stands, were of course many people who had come to watch this. Among them were Misato and the kids, who were here to watch Zack and Ivana compete against the other contestants so Misato could win that BMW. Elly was at ringside, being Zack's water and towel girl. Rei and Shinji were both watching this match carefully, and both hoping that whether Zack won or lost, he didn't end up too badly hurt. Asuka on the other hand, was being the water and towel girl for Ivana.

A/N: Let's say Zack and Ivana are wearing your average jujitsu clothing.

Meanwhile in the arena, Zack seemed to have the situation well under control. If this had been an earlier match, Zack would have likely run into trouble, as this guy he was facing was obviously better than he was. But fatigue had gotten the better of his opponent and Zack was hoping he could end this quick to save some stamina for the finals.

His opponent made one last charge also in hopes of ending the match. Zack was ready for this. His challenger threw a right at his face. Zack cupped his hands into the incoming fist and quickly spun around to his right, making it so that he had stepped right around his attacker. Upon nearing completion of his revolution, with one karate chop to the back of his opponent's head, Zack had won the match.

"And that's that," declared Zack once the official had declared him the winner. He walked towards the sidelines; curious to see whom he would be facing in the finals. He was only able to pay attention to what was going on with his side of the playoff tree. He hadn't been able to see the other side.

On one side, he saw his name written in kanji. However, he was horrified at the name he saw written on the other side. "Oh come on. Of all people in this tournament, I have to face her?"

"You got it Casanova," replied a voice with a thick Russian accent behind him.

Zack turned around to face his roommate Ivana. "Why can't you and Misato just leave me alone?"

"I'm here because I wanted to test my fighting abilities," replied Ivana. "You're here because you decided to get in a girl's pants under Misato's nose." She cracked her knuckles just to freak him out. "And when I'm through with you, you won't be able to tell your head from your ass. And that will be in 30 minutes. So I suggest you get prepared." She turned away to go and prepare herself.

Zack had finally had enough. "Okay Ivana, that's it!"

Zack's outburst caused Ivana to turn around. "More to say?" she asked in a taunting tone.

"I've dealt with enough bullshit from you, Asuka, and Misato. I've had it with all your belittling!" yelled Zack. "Know this Ivana, you should be the frightened one, because I'm gonna take you out!"

Some officials overheard this and quickly stepped in between them to prevent any scuffles breaking out before the finals had started. However, this exchange of words prompted a few cheers from the crowd.

As Zack walked back over to the sidelines Elly was there to greet him with a water bottle and a towel. "Good job there mate, you're in the finals."

"Unfortunately it's against her," muttered Zack as he sat down on the bench. "One of three girls who enjoy making my life a living hell."

"Hey look at it this way," replied Elly as she massaged his shoulders, "this is your chance to get her back. And I know you're good enough to beat her."

"You think so?"

"Definitely. I've seen you fight the Ron remember? I know how good you are."

Zack thought back to that fight a few months ago. It was a painful time for him and Elly, but at the same time it seemed like his finest hour. "Perhaps I can."

Meanwhile Misato was getting dulled rather quickly. The bartender at this place wouldn't serve her another beer after she finished off two cans of Yebisu. And this half hour felt like it was taking forever. To her however, she had pretty much won her BMW on the grounds that both her contestants had made the final round. It was just a matter of getting this bout over with. Hopefully one of them would just withdraw and let the other win. But knowing the rivalry between the Russian and the Canadian, it was like two egos going head to head.

Desperate to relieve herself of her burden of boredom, she tried to make conversation with Shinji and Rei. Shinji was relatively silent. Rei was busy reading another book Misato had gotten her called 'You're Sexy and You'll Know It in 10 Easy Steps'. "Hey you two," she began, "who do you think will win the finals? Zack, or Ivana?"

This thought put them both into deep thought. Shinji answered first, "As I see it, they both look very equal in terms of skill. I'm not really into this, so I can't really say."

"Aww you're no fun," pouted Misato. Rei would likely give a long answer, but it would be better than silence. "So what do you think Rei?" she asked being overly cheery

"There are many factors that come into play in this situation," answered Rei looking up from her book.

"Care to explain?" asked Misato of the brown/blue-streaked girl.

"Very well. First one implies their styles of combat. Ivana is much more offensive and prefers up-close combat. She is mostly fixed on one style, which is perhaps the one she learned in Russia. This style involves getting close to an opponent and dealing powerful blows which render an opponent defeated within a few hits. Also, her excellent condition enables her to fight for long periods of time, if she has to wear out her opponent before defeating him."

Misato was amazed by how Rei was able to obtain that information just from watching Ivana fight. "So, what are Ivana's odds of winning then?"

"2 to 1," replied Rei.

"I see," continued Misato, "and what about Casanova?"

"Zack is something of a contrast to Ivana's style of fighting. From what I see, he applies an American style of tae-kwon-do along with a few unorthodox moves he has borrowed from other martial arts styles. Zack prefers to keep a few steps away from his attacker and use counter attacks to turn his enemy's power against him. Like Ivana, he is also in excellent shape, thus his counterblows are just as vicious as Ivana's attacks. He does not like long fights, and he tries to tire his opponent out quickly with defensive moves and the counters."

"And his odds?"

"8 to 1. Ivana in my opinion holds the advantage," finished Rei.

"Good," said Misato. She got up from her seat, "I'll be right back." And she walked off to places unknown.

"Where do you think she went Rei?" inquired Shinji.

"I do not know. It is unlikely she went back to the bartender. If she wishes to acquire the BMW, she will avoid causing a disturbance with the bartender. I do not believe she smokes, but it is a possibility that she smokes secretly."

"Maybe she went to go see Ivana before the fight," wondered Shinji.

"That is also unlikely. Zack and Ivana both have assistants to attend to them, being Elly and Asuka respectively. I suggest she may be trying to place a wager on either Zack or Ivana to win the upcoming fight, thus being the explanation for my observations on their fighting tactics."

Shinji realized something, "But Misato sponsored those two. According to the rules, she could end up having Zack and Ivana disqualified!"

"That is true, but there are ways around such obstacles," said Rei.

Another few minutes had passed and Misato hadn't returned. It was almost time for the finals to commence. Shinji could see that Zack had stood up and was rolling his shoulders as he was getting ready for the finals. On the other side, Ivana was also standing up and stretching herself out.

"Maybe we should go look for Misato," figured Shinji. "I doubt she will want to miss this."

"I do not believe that is necessary. She will be back."

"Hey there, I'm back!" Misato suddenly interjected. Speak of the devil. "So," she wondered as she sat back down, "what'd I miss?"

"You did not miss anything of certain importance," answered Rei.

"Look," called Shinji, "it's starting!"

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Aside

One Section 2 agent was watching the match, and the kids as well from way up high in the stands. From his seat, he noticed his partner return with a receipt in his hand.

"So how much did Misato ask you to bet for her?" asked the agent.

"I still can't believe she wanted me to do that. I guess she really is starved for cash," replied the second one taking a seat next to his partner. "She asked me to wager 40,000 yen on Ivana to win the match."

"That's nothing compared to what I've been doing," said the first one.

"Really?"

"I had to place some bets on behalf of Commander Ikari, Commander Fuyutski, Dr. Akagi, and her employees, and some panhandler."

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Ringside

Zack and Ivana now waited patiently for the official at ringside to ring the bell to start the match. They both knew the rules. This would be a twenty-minute duel to the finish. One could win by either ringing out their opponent, having their opponent forfeit, by incapacitating the opponent, or by the opponent being disqualified.

"I'm not going to hold back Casanova," declared Ivana. "Get ready." She assumed her stance.

"That's obvious," chuckled Zack. "And I won't either. Chances like this to kick your ass don't come along very often." He took a stance as well.

Finally, the bell tolled which signaled for the match to start. Both stayed relatively still, the only thing being heard was the breathing of the people all around. They eyed each other cautiously, waiting for the other to make the first move so they could launch the counter attack that would give them initial control of the opening portion of this fight.

To everyone's surprise, they charged each other at the same time. They met in the center of the ring, where they caught the other's opening punch. Zack and Ivana quickly launched into a grapple, both pushing as hard as they could for superiority over the other.

Zack couldn't believe how strong Ivana was. She had to be a man in a female's body to have the kind of strength she had. He couldn't push her back! This was going nowhere fast, so this called for a different tactic. He didn't like it, but it would have to suffice. He gave in to the grapple he had going to allow the inertia to force Ivana to come to him.

However, Ivana had been expecting this move, and she decided to capitalize on it. As he let go, she leapt into the air, and drove her knee right into his chin. The force of the blow knocked the Canadian down. As she walked back over to her side of the ring, the referee began to start the count. If he counted to ten and Zack hadn't gotten up, this would be the fastest, and the most glorious victory she had in the ring.

To her half dismay and half excitement, the pervert had found his way back to his feet at eight. So this meant she could land some more blows on this ass.

To Zack, his chin was throbbing like an overworked heart. But he was determined not to let that happen again. Ivana had read him like a book. He wasn't going to let her read another page. Ivana charged at him again. He was quick and was able to backpedal from a midair kick. But she didn't stop there. Zack saw Ivana come in with a right to his head, and thus he saw his chance. Using the same move he used in the previous round, he caught her fists in his cupped hands and spun around to his right. Using Ivana's inertia and his movements, he was now behind her. Upon the finish of his revolution he delivered a karate chop to the back of her head.

Ivana felt the whack to the back of her head. As she stumbled forward from the blow, she managed to catch herself and turn back around. 'How did he do that?' she wondered. 'With one move, he was behind me and in prime position to strike me. I mustn't let that happen again.' She felt the back of her head. That hit did indeed hurt. She tried to tell herself that pain is in her mind and she tried to empty her mind of the pain.

"What's wrong Ivana?" taunted Zack. "Am I tougher than you thought?"

"You wish." She quickly closed her hands into a fist and ran back into him again. This time her fist ran into his forearm. Zack then stepped back and tried a high right kick to the side of her head, which she blocked with her left arm. Ivana then dropped to the floor in an attempt to sweep Zack off his remaining foot.

The Canadian saw this and on his left foot did a big hop back, avoiding a nasty trip attempt. He then jumped back trying a kick-punch-trip combo of his own. Ivana however, blocked the kick, blocked his punch even easier, and like Zack did earlier jumped out of the way of his trip.

"Running out of ideas are we?" asked Ivana in a sarcastically nice voice.

Zack didn't reply and charged back quickly. For about a minute or so, the two continued to exchange punches, kicks and various other moves not seen before by anyone else.

Ivana had been leading Zack on for the last few hits as she was setting up her plan. Seeing an opening in his defenses, she capitalized. Using her arms, she pushed his arms out, and then delivered a nasty toe kick to his solar plexus. This of course took the wind out of Zack and almost brought him to his knees.

Before Zack knew it, Ivana had gotten behind him, placed her arms under his arms, and then applied pressure on the back of his head while pulling his shoulders back. Apparently, she was going to try and defeat him using this submission hold. Of course it was taking its effect, as those in the audience could see that Mr. Casanova was wracked with pain on his face.

"That's it Ivana!" screamed Asuka from the ringside. "Make that bastard beg for mercy!"

"C'mon Zack!" yelled Elly from the other side. "Don't let that bitch walk all over you!"

"Give up Zack?" teased Ivana as she tightened her grip. "You know, I might accidentally break something if you don't give up soon."

"The… hell… I'll give up… to a… communist bitch!" he managed to say. An idea then hit him harder than the pain he was in. She had forced a lot of her weight on him, but if he could overcome the pain he was in with pure strength, then he might be able to stage a counterattack. He was still bent over, but now he tried to rise to his feet. It was tough, but he might be able to do it, if he hurried.

Ivana sensed this and decided it was time to let go, and that she had done all the damage she could here. But as she tried to let go he had grabbed her arms. And since he was taller than she was, he had picked her up off the ground. She was trapped!

"Good night," he whispered before falling back onto the ground, with Ivana as his cushion. Unfortunately, the fall for Ivana was far from cushy. Zack then made his way back over to his corner, where the official began to give the fallen Russian girl the count.

'All right, that did it,' thought Zack as he heard the count get higher and higher. But he sharply turned around when he didn't hear anything after seven. All he saw was the girl he had 'crushed' a few seconds ago. And oh man did she look mad! She had a few wounds on her face, and blood coming from her lips.

Once she wiped the blood away she growled in an inhuman voice, "You'll wish you hadn't done that."

"What?" replied Zack in a confused voice. "Uh if I got my cards right, you tried to break my neck, along with ripping out both my shoulders. So now you're grumpy that I countered your attack and ruined your beautiful complexion?"

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that I crush you," she snarled back.

"Whoa! Relax! This is just a test of skill, not a fight to the death."

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"Do you see that Rei?"

"Indeed I do Brother."

"What do you see?" asked Misato who didn't like being left out.

"It did not come to my attention until now," Rei continued. "But I believe Zack may have found the key to winning this fight."

"What's the key?" demanded Misato. She was worried that her bet on Ivana was about to go to waste with the explanation Rei and Shinji were about to give.

"Well Misato, haven't you noticed how relaxed Zack appears to be, compared with Ivana who has gotten frustrated over the last move?" asked Shinji.

"Yes, but I don't get it," said Misato.

"When one is calm, even when in a difficult situation they can still think and act logically and not act on impulses brought on by fear or anger. Commander Ikari always taught me to be calm no matter what situation I was on so I could properly plan how to get out of any problems with as minimal problems as possible." Rei then concluded, "As long as Zack stays calm and Ivana infuriated, he will inevitably win this match."

'Oh no,' thought Misato. 'That's my beer money I bet on this match!'

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It wasn't his style, but Zack knew that as long as he remained calm, played defense, and got in a few hits every now and then, he might have a shot at winning this match. Not only was he able to easily block some of her punches and kicks, but also he had found moments where he could dodge some of her moves.

"You know… if you don't… whoa… relax… you're never gonna… hit me!" said Zack as he continued to play defense. "Your rage is…. just going… to burn you out."

"Shut up and fight me… you coward!" roared Ivana as she continued to throw attack after attack.

"Fine." Zack stopped moving around and held his ground. 'Come on Ivana,' he thought to himself. 'Attack me head on. This is your chance, to seal the victory for me.'

Ivana then ran at him in a head on charge. Zack decided to mimic her move by also running at her. In a flash they had both run past the other. They appeared to both be frozen in time before Ivana spoke. "Well now what does your preaching tell you?"

"Nothing really, other than that I want Elly to give me a kiss because I just won," answered Zack in a relaxed tone.

"What do you mea… urgh!" Ivana then clutched her lower chest and dropped to her knees, and then the rest of her body hit the floor.

Asuka was ecstatic. "Come on Ivana! Get up! Don't let that pervert win! You almost got him!"

Ivana struggled to return to her feet. But she had found it increasingly difficult. And as the count neared ten, she felt her confidence dwindling before she knew it. Zack had figured out her strategy and then turned the tables on her. Although she had made back to her feet by eight, the exhaustion, the pain, and everything else that had happened had come full circle, as she collapsed back to the floor.

There and then, the referee ordered the match to stop, and declared Zack the winner by a technical knockout. As he went to raise Zack's hand up as the winner, he was surprised to see Zack run over to Ivana to see if she was alright.

"Yo Ivana! You there?" Zack asked as he tried to shake the girl back into consciousness. "Aw crap, I think I overdid it," he said when she didn't wake up.

The referee also took a look at the worn out girl. "I think she'll be alright son. There'll be a medical crew here shortly." He then led Zack to the center of the ring where he raised Zack's hand up in the air, officially declaring him the victor.

The rest of the evening went on as planned. Once Misato received her BMW that she won by sponsoring Zack in this match, she wanted to immediately take it for a spin. Once Ivana had regained consciousness and her and Zack were both looked over by a doctor, they were released to go home. With a little help from Section 2, Zack and Ivana rather humourously were brought back to Misato's apartment in wheelchairs.

"Ah, now this is the champion's ride," declared Zack into the night.

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"I think it's time now, don't you agree Master?"

"Hmm, let me think on this one."

Two of the five people from before were standing in what looked like a laboratory. It was the shortest one and the second tallest of the five. At the center of their attention, was a tank filled with an unknown fluid with a young man floating in the tank.

"Master?" called the short one.

The taller one turned to the smaller one. He could see a wicked smile upon his leader's face. "I think it's time. Awaken him," he commanded.

"Send a charge through the tank, and then drain it," said the small one to the other technicians in the room.

At his command, a technician inputted a command. The body jumped for a moment, then settled back down. It floated to the ground as the fluid drained. Once the fluid had drained, the man had gone down to being on one knee.

"Remove the capsule," was the next command.

The glass dome was lifted up high enough so that the young man would be able to walk out.

"Vladimir," the small one said. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," the man bent down hissed.

"Rise," commanded the tall one.

At the command given, the boy slowly rose to his feet. Once he had, some technicians placed a robe on the boy to cover him up. His head still bent down, he asked a question, "How long has it been?"

"Several months," answered the small one. "We were able to heal your injuries. And very soon, you will be able to take your revenge."

The boy began to laugh quietly, and then his laugh got louder. "Oh yes!" he boomed in a heavy Russian accent. He lifted his head up, revealing his brown hair and blue eyes. He also had a scar on his left cheek. "I can't wait! I want to go kill her now! Where is she? Where is Ivana?"

"Patience young one," said the taller one. "We have some things that we need to do first. And I promise you, she will come to you, and you will have your chance."

"Good," replied Vladimir. "I hope you're ready Ivana. Ready for your rematch with the Russian Reaper!"

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Ivana shot up in bed abruptly. For some reason, something caused her to wake up. She felt a chill go through the room. Had Casanova left a window open? She looked around to see that Rei was awake as well.

"Do you feel that Rei?" asked Ivana. "Do you feel as if the temperature has dropped sharply?"

"Yes I do," answered Rei. "But it is not as if one left a window open or turned down the temperature. Something is stirring, and whatever it is, I do not feel it is good."

"Ah. I'm going to go for a walk," said Ivana. Despite the pain she was in from earlier that day, she was still able to get up and pace about. She passed by the couch where the pervert in question was sleeping. Rei was right that he did not leave the window open. But she still felt that chill. She made her way to the balcony and stared out at the stars.

'It seems peaceful enough out here,' she thought. 'A cool night as expected. But why do I feel as if it is even colder out here than it's supposed to be? And why does my heart hurt?' she asked herself as she placed a hand where her heart is.

'I can't help but feel Rei is right. Something horrible is going to happen.'

A/N: I'd like to thank you all for your patience over the past 20 or so days. The chaos I had been through had put me into a slump. But I hope that slump will soon be over. And I also have tons of Zany Antic ideas in the wings as well too.

A/O/N: I'm glad to say this saga has officially begun. I hope this trumps the Iron Maiden Saga by a long shot.

A/O/O/N: I know this seemed like a filler dealing mostly with OCs, but it won't be come next chapter. Please bear with me on this.

Until 65, be cool!