Shinji Steel 68
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(Tokyo-3; Ikari apartment; fifty minutes later)
Silently entering through the balcony door, Shinji can only smile softly at the sight of a naked Rits asleep on the couch in the living room. Silently and gently, so he wouldn't disturb the sleeping beauty, he hefts her up into his arms and nestles her into his torso. Only for his smile to go wider when Rits snuggles deeper into him, with her sleepy voice wafting up to his ears.
"How'd it go?"
"Went pretty good. Got Mana relocated to where another N-Tek operative works."
"That's good to hear. Touji called just after you left out, by the way."
"Oh? About what?"
"Sorry, but I volunteered us for babysitting Yachiru so Touji and Hikari can go on a date tomorrow. I thought of calling you after the call ended, but I didn't want to distract you from relocating Mana." Opening her eyes and looking up toward him, she can see he's smiling warmly at her.
"No need to be sorry, Rits. Quite frankly, if we're going to be parents…" As he walks into their bedroom, he slides the door closed with his foot and goes on. "We're going to need all the practice we can get." With that, he gently lays her onto their bed, takes off his shirt and starts kissing her. Starting with her belly, with Rits running her fingers through his hair before he goes down to her opening. Feeling his lips there, she opens her legs and suddenly cries out as his tongue darts into her.
"AAAHHH! SHINJI!" As she feels her husband lick her out, she feels his hands gently cupping her breasts before kneading them. "Mmm, Shinji." Next thing she knows, an orgasm washes over her, causing her to clench her legs together, keeping Shinji's face in place as she cries. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" As her orgasm ebbs, Rits unclenches her legs, freeing Shinji from his 'prison'. Looking down upon her, he can see her looking back up at him, passion smoldering in her gaze.
"Are you ready, Rits?"
"Fuck me, Shinji. Fuck me silly." Smiling perversely, Shinji quickly strips himself of his trousers and slowly makes his way up her body. Being sure to kiss her belly, her breasts, the valley between her breasts, her neck and then her lips as he softly enters her.
"Mmm, so good."
The purr in her voice prompts him to kiss her again, this time with their tongues dancing with each other as he starts to pump into her. As he pumps into her, Rits wraps her legs around his lower section, relishing the closeness and burying him in deeper into her as much as her body will allow.
(Ikari/Nez household; same time)
As she lies in bed, her red eyes wide open in contemplative thought, Rei absently strokes her belly. Within the past three days, her life had taken so many turns, it was hard for her to even think about a single one of them. Hearing Richard breathing silently behind her, his arms around her torso, his member nestled between her buttocks on the outside, Rei can only sigh in contentment. Their lovemaking hours before was more than enough to convince her that not only she liked the way things were going, she wanted them to continue and move on even further.
'Starting with a child.' Smiling softly, Rei gently strokes her belly again before frowning at how pale her skin is. As she thinks about it, anger starts to build up within her. 'The previous "Commander" was responsible for my appearance in general. And why? Because he wanted to set me apart from the rest. So far apart, I wouldn't feel like I belonged within humanity at all.'
"Rei, you're shaking." Richard's voice, groggy with sleep, gives Rei a slight start before he asks, "You cold?"
"No Richard. I'm just upset." Feeling Richard softly tighten his arms around her, nestling his member in between her buttocks even further, Rei can only smirk dirtily. "Wanting to cheer me up with more sex, are you?"
"If it'll help…" Moving his hands up to her breasts and cupping them, he starts massaging them. Getting a sultry moan from her in return. "Sounds like you agree with me."
"Much as I'd like to engage in more sex right now, Richard, I'm afraid that it won't abate my anger." Surprised he hasn't stopped massaging her breasts, Rei then hears him speaking again.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"You know my truth, correct?"
"That you were an Angel/human hybrid before you became fully human through the use of..."
"One of the late spares of me." Feeling his lips against the back of her left shoulder, Rei can only shed a tear for them.
"I don't know about you, but the sight of them, falling apart like that as they slowly 'died', made my skin crawl."
"Mine as well."
Reaching up with one hand to her upper chest, Rei gently takes Richard's right hand off of her breast before trailing it down to her belly. Intertwining her fingers with his, she softly strokes her belly, only with his hand feeling the pale smooth skin.
"When I was created, it was without pigmentation for skin color. Should we have a child, I fear that…"
"He or she will be just as pale, right?" Her silence is all Richard needs. "I love you, Rei 'Nez'. Come Hell or high water. Much like I'll love our children, pale skin and all."
"What if no one else accepts them? In school or in general?"
"Then that's their problem, not ours or our kids. Rei, turn around, please?"
Waiting until she's facing him, Richard softly kisses her lips before bringing her closer to his body. As she luxuriates in the feeling of their bodies pressing together, she feels his tongue tapping on her lips. Opening them, she closes her eyes as their tongues start dancing together. Barely aware that Richard is putting her back down onto the bed until she feels his member entering her.
As he pumps into her, Richard brings Rei up into an upright position, getting a gasp out of Rei before her eyes open halfway. Her red eyes telling him two things as she wraps her legs around his hips.
'Make it a good fuck. Make me pregnant.'
(Makoto Hyuga's apartment; same time)
Sitting alone in his apartment, Makoto reads the latest manga he'd bought and grins at what he sees in there before chuckling. Next thing he knows, a knock is heard. On his door.
'Who could that be?' Getting up from his chair after marking his spot, Makoto crosses to the door. 'Especially at this time of night.' Opening the door, he sees Maya's face, with a tinge of red across her cheeks. "Maya, hi."
"Hi, Makoto." Maya's voice is soft and shy as she asks, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure." Maya smiles at him before walking into his apartment. As he closes the door, he says, "Go ahead and have a seat. Want anything to drink?"
"Orange juice, please." Makoto gives her a nod before going into the kitchen. A wicked smirk suddenly curls her lips. 'Now!' Three minutes later, as Makoto pours orange juice into two cups, he hears soft footsteps coming up behind him.
"Sorry it's taking so long, but I had to do some digging in the fridge for the juice."
"It's alright, Makoto." Maya's voice at his ear shocks him somewhat, getting him to turn toward her voice. His eyes then bug out at the sight of her nude, prompting him to turn around, his face beet red. But he's then shocked even more when Maya giggles. "I'm guessing you've never seen a naked woman before."
"No, I haven't." He then gasps as Maya presses herself to his back before gently cupping his crotch.
"Mmm. Either you've something in your pocket or you're happy I'm here." Giggling softly as she finds his zipper with her fingers, she gently runs it down before reaching into his trousers. Her giggles then become an amused gasp.
"I didn't know you go 'commando', Makoto." Makoto can only blush beet red as Maya starts stroking him from behind. "I never really saw that side of you."
"Same could be said of you, Maya. At work, you're shy and demure. But outside of work…"
"Repressed sexuality for a woman like me can really have weird effects. Such as a desire to jump on a guy and make him mine." Turning him around forcefully, Maya goes to her knees before engulfing his member in her mouth. Bobbing back and forth four times, Maya releases his member from her mouth before looking up at him while she strokes. "Or acting like a wanton seductress."
"I don't think you're wanton at all, Maya. I think you're beautiful." Maya can only smile at his words before rising from her knees and turning them both until her back's at the counter. "Maya?"
"Shh." Spreading her legs, she gently encircles Makoto's waist with her legs before pressing him into her. As his tip nestles into her opening, she whispers, "Be fast, but gentle." Makoto nods softly before pressing his lips to hers and lunging forward. As she screams into his mouth, Makoto can only hold her while her passage adjusts to him. Once her scream's subsided, he moves his lips away from hers and sees tears in her eyes.
"Sorry, Maya. I guess I was a little too hard on you."
"It's alright, Makoto." The pain in her crotch soon turns to euphoric pleasure before she pecks his lips. "Okay, go ahead and slowly move." Nodding, Makoto does so.
(Same time; UNP-NY HQ)
As Brian and Danny enter the bullpen, they see that Nikita and Lisa are working in tandem on the phones and computers both. Along with the other Officers. Going to behind Nikita, Brian softly pats her shoulder, getting her to look up at him and smile.
"Hey, how'd it go?"
"It went pretty okay, though Ms Brantley was acting more like a widow that just lost her husband than a bitter ex."
"I guess she still loved him, even though she distanced herself from him." Brian can only shrug at that, getting Nikita to giggle before he pecks her forehead and looks around. With Danny doing the same with Lisa before looking around as well. Turning toward his Nubian love, Danny arches his eyebrows upward.
"How goes the recall?"
"So far, recall's going pretty good. Of the 4,500 Officers dismissed, 2,500 have reported in and passed their quals with flying colors, 1,750 are currently undergoing their quals at their respective locations and 250 are deceased."
"Deceased? What happened?" Lisa can only shrug and sigh at the same time.
"It's a mix of causes, but mostly accidents on their new jobs and past arrests with grudges." Lisa then blinks, as if woozy, causing Danny to kneel at his wife's side.
"You okay?" Smiling softly, Lisa gives her reply.
"I'm fine. Just a bit tired, is all. After all…" Gently rubbing her belly with her right hand, Danny's hand joining hers, Lisa adds, "Working on becoming a Mom does take a lot out of a woman." Feeling Danny's lips on her temple, Lisa can only sigh happily before looking into his eyes. "If they'd survived 2nd Impact, I'm sure my folks would've liked you."
"And I sure would've liked them." Before he can go any further, Madeline's voice comes up.
"While talk of family is nice, out in the open's not exactly an ideal location." Turning and seeing Madeline with a soft smile on her face, Danny and Lisa grin sheepishly before Madeline goes on. "Report." With that, Lisa takes it up.
"Ma'am, of all Officers recalled, 2,500 are qualified and ready for duty, 1,750 are undergoing quals as we speak and 250 are deceased." Jenk's voice then chimes in.
"Another 550 completed their quals, with 150 rejections."
"Rejections?" Madeline's in disbelief as she asks, "Are you certain, Officer Jenkins?"
"Yes ma'am. Out of the Persian Gulf Office."
"Put me in touch with that office right now, if you please."
"Yes, ma'am." Pressing 'speaker' on the phone, Jenk presses the memory button. Just as it starts ringing, a thickly accented voice comes out of the speaker.
"UNP-PG, Officer Hijabi speaking."
"Officer Hijabi, this is UNP Commissioner pro-tem Madeline Simms speaking."
"Ma'am."
"I understand your office rejected 150 recalls."
"Oh, the rejections weren't by the office, but by the Officers themselves."
"Did they explain their reasoning?"
"Just that they refused to work under another woman, even if she was more of a people person, and that was that."
"I see, Officer Hijabi. I thank you for the clarification."
"You're quite welcome, ma'am. Have a pleasant day."
"You as well, Officer Hijabi." With that, the call ends and Madeline turns to Jenk. "Officer Jenkins, why did you not tell me the Officers had rejected the recall?"
"How could I have known, ma'am? Diagonally across their pictures and profiles is 'REJECTED' in big red letters." Madeline can only sigh regretfully at that.
"I see. My apologies, Officer Jenkins."
"Ah, don't worry about it, ma'am. If you want to chew someone out, chew out the bimbo bitch you replaced."
"Oh, I most certainly will, Officer Jenkins. You can be well assured of that." Turning toward Nikita and Brian, she adds, "But for now, there's another issue I'd like to address. Agent Dyson, could you please step into my office with me?"
"Ah, yes ma'am." Following Madeline into her new office, he sees her indicate the door and closes it. When he turns back around, she's seated and nods toward a chair. When he sits down, she begins.
"Agent Dyson, would you mind terribly if I used your first name?"
"Not really, though I don't get asked that very often, ma'am." Madeline gives Brian a soft smile and a nod. Reaching into her handbag, she brings out a small picture frame and gazes upon it. A wistful and sad smile on her face.
"So many years, missed, Brian." With tears dripping from her eyes, she shakes her head and goes on. "I knew your Father, long ago. You look just like him." Brian can only blink before kinking his head to the side.
"Ma'am?" Silently, Madeline passes the picture frame to Brian, allowing him to look. What he sees causes his jaw to drop in shock.
His Father and a considerably younger Madeline together, an infant in a blanket in Madeline's arms. Both adults wearing sad, yet fond and loving, smiles on their faces. Brian quickly recognizes the infant in the picture.
"It's me…" Madeline nods silently as Brian pores over the picture intently. "I must've been a newborn when this was taken."
"You were. Two days old, in fact. It was a difficult delivery, but you came out quite healthy."
"No way."
"Way." Letting out a snort, she adds, "When you were inside me, kicking up a storm, your Father would always have his hand on my belly. Any time he felt you kick, he'd grin and say 'This one's going make one Hell of a soccer player when he or she gets older'. And believe me, you kicked like a mule with very strong legs."
"You're… my… Mom?" Madeline gives him a teary-eyed nod before closing her eyes. Awaiting the lambasting that was sure to come. Only…
"It must've been lonely for you, when you left us." Madeline's eyes bolt back open, allowing her to see Brian with not a look of anger, but pensiveness. Brian then grins softly and asks, "Were you expecting me to chew you out, Mom? Accuse you of not caring about me and Dad?"
"Matter of fact… yeah." Brian gives her a chuckle, getting Madeline to blink. "Brian?"
"I wasn't sure until after we left Russia on our way to here. I got to thinking while Nikita slept. The way you devoted the resources of the Tokyo-2 Interpol Office to find Dad's killer, the vehemence in your tone when you spoke was far too angry for professional standards." Passing the picture frame back into Madeline's hand, he adds, "Oh, and this helped quite a bit." Madeline can't help it.
She starts laughing and crying at the same time when she feels Brian's arms wrap around her. Clutching onto him tightly, Madeline sobs into his shoulder. Blubbering out loud.
"I'm so… sorry. I wanted… to be there… to watch… you grow… up." Brian doesn't say anything. He just holds his Mother as she weeps.
(Three hours later; New Nagasaki)
Shintaro's roused awake by a slap to the back of his head, followed by the shroud's removal from his head.
"Wakey, wakey, Professor!" Stalk's voice is sadistically amused as she goes on. "Just thought I'd see if that memory clearance drug of yours had worn off yet!"
"It's starting to fade a bit."
"Excellent. What is the code for arming the N-2 prototype we still have? What other protocols are there to arm it?"
"Dunno." Stalk's left eye starts twitching slightly as she stares irritably at Shintaro.
"You don't know the code or the other protocols?"
"That's right."
"Then it seems a few more hours will be needed for it to fade out of your system."
"Oh, it's faded to where I can safely tell you this much. I know nothing of the additional protocols for activation." Stalk can't help but blink four times, in rapid succession, with her left eye twitching even more, getting Shintaro to snicker. "I can tell you're totally befucked, so I'll clarify. The prototypes were based on my original notes, but they were the labors of another." At that, Stalk gets right into his face.
"WHO?" Grinning like a shark now, Shintaro doesn't miss a beat with his reply.
"Mana." Stalk's lower jaw drops so far down, it's everything in Shintaro to not burst out laughing. His effort is pushed to the limit when Stalk explodes.
"YOU MEAN WE GRABBED THE WRONG KIRISHIMA?" Snickers starting to escape, Shintaro nods.
"Yep." His snickers turning to chuckles, he goes on. "By now, Mana is safely elsewhere, far away from you!" With that, his chuckles become guffaws. Her mouth close to foaming in anger, Stalk draws her weapon and aims it right at Shintaro.
"WHERE? WHERE IS SHE? STOP LAUGHING AND TELL ME!"
"Fuck no!" As he guffaws, he sees her nostrils flaring in anger, along with a vein pop up on her forehead. "Are you gonna have a stroke? I sure hope so. It'd look cool." He then starts laughing like 'Butthead'.
"Unless you want a lead lobotomy, right here and now, I strongly suggest you tell me where she is!" Eager to twist the knife, he starts talking like 'Butthead'.
"Dunno. It's, like, part of our security protocol. Or something." Pausing to do the 'Butthead' laugh, he resumes. In the same tone of voice. "If one of us was, like, grabbed, the other would, like, go somewhere that the one that was grabbed, like, doesn't know about." Letting off a yawn while doing the 'Butthead' laugh again, Shintaro blinks at Stalk's weapon and asks, "If you're, like, going to shoot, can you, like, go ahead and get it over with?"
"You won't believe how tempted I am to pull this trigger." Reholstering her weapon, Stalk snarls out, "But I still have need for you, even if you don't know it yet. One way or another, like it or not, you're what we need to convince Mana to help us."
"Uh, no chance in Hell." Laughing again, he adds, "Even if the fat lady, like, sings, it's not gonna happen."
"Well then, I'll simply find the 'fat lady' and tell her she's on in five. Hours, that is." With that, Stalk puts the shroud back onto Shintaro's head and, furious with the development, stalks away.
In her rage, she doesn't notice the svelte form in the shadows behind Shintaro. Once Stalk's out of eyesight, the form makes its move. Swiftly undoing Shintaro's bindings, the form takes off the shroud covering his head. Once his face is visible, the form softly speaks.
"Please keep quiet." Blinking at the feminine voice, a prominent Russian accent within, Shintaro can't help but be confused. He's so confused, he drops the 'Butthead' voice before speaking.
"What's going on?"
"I'm busting you free. Rub your wrists and then your ankles to stir your blood flow." Shintaro can't help but smirk softly at that.
"Dear girl, I may be well-aged but, I assure you, I'm not infirm."
"Good to know. Just do it anyway to humor me." Shintaro nods at her and proceeds to rub his wrists and ankles. "Good. Can you stand or do you need help?"
"Let's find out." Rising steadily until he's on his feet, Shintaro gives the woman his reply. "I'm capable of standing, Nurse…" Unbidden, the woman lets out a soft snort.
"That does sound like an interesting career choice. Maybe if I make it through this. Now, let's go." Nodding, Shintaro follows her as she leads him through the warehouse's vast interior. Yet Shintaro can't help but gape at what he sees.
"Are those…"
"Wireless interface capability N-2s? Yes. You're presently in a storage facility that was taken over by my cohorts." Yet he can't help but notice the way she snarled out the last two words of her sentence. Shaking his head in confusion, he sighs.
"Sorry, but I don't quite get one thing."
"Oh? That is?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Ah. Excellent question." Turning around to face him, she removes her ski mask, revealing an attractive young woman in her mid-twenties and goes on. "I'm a deep cover operative for the SVR of Mother Russia. I was 'assigned' by my superiors to infiltrate the group that ultimately stole your prototypes and abducted you, Professor Kirishima." Turning back around, she waves him forward with her hand before walking on. Unaware that a concealed camera is following their movement.
"I see. How long have you been undercover?"
"Eight and a half months." Shintaro can distinctly hear fond longing in her voice.
"Eight and half months, huh? What exactly was your plan? Let them die of old age?" The young woman snorts again at his sarcasm before regaining her calm demeanor.
"Somehow I don't think what they had in mind would allow them, or anyone, to reach old age, Professor. No. My task was to gather enough evidence to authorize a sweeper team to come into Japan and take this bunch out. But I had no idea of how many people were involved until I found out."
"How many?"
"From what I'd gathered, three are directly involved and there's one other person that's stayed in the shadows to date."
"Okay. I get Stalk and that other guy. Unless he's…"
"No. He's not SVR. I'm working alone on this case." Rolling her eyes, even though he can't see her doing so, she mutters, "I'm surprised I lasted this long."
"Had a few close calls, huh?"
"Oh yeah." Once they reach the door, she makes quick work of disabling the alarm before opening it. "Okay. Let's get you out of here, Professor."
"Agreed. But, where's the other prototype at?"
"It's under lock and key in the safe in the main office. Only Stalk and the third member of the group know the combination."
"Oh right. Who's the third guy, anyway?"
"Interpol Chief Inspector Frederick Cochrane." The voice is not his rescuer's, but Stalk's. The sound of a gun's hammer is audible as Stalk says, "That's quite far enough, I believe."
(Five minutes later)
"So, what were you doing attempting to assist Professor Kirishima in fleeing from our care?" Peering intently at the securely bound young woman alongside an equally bound Professor Kirishima, Stalk casually checks her nails. "Please do enlighten me."
"Ending my time with you, bitch. Or at least tried to anyway. I couldn't stomach being around you anymore."
"Believe me, my dear SVR Agent, the feeling's quite mutual." Involuntarily, the young woman's eyes go wide, getting Stalk to smirk. "I knew you were SVR the instant you came to be with us all those months ago."
"Then why not simply kill me?"
"You're much too valuable to kill. For the time being. But you can be well assured that once the device is armed, you will have a ring-side seat for the explosion. Then you will die." Her smirk going sadistic, she adds, "Unless, of course, you've something to tell me."
"Uh, okay. You're an ugly bitch, on both the outside and inside. Plus your hairstyle is so atrocious, it makes me wonder if it truly is hair." Stalk smiles congenially at the young woman before slugging her across the face with her right fist. The force almost knocks the young woman off balance, but she's able to keep herself from falling over. "You hit me again, I'm gonna throw you an ass-whooping when I get loose again."
"I highly doubt you'll get the chance." Stalk then slugs her across the face again, only with her left fist. The force of the impact knocks her toward Professor Kirishima, but once again, she recovers her balance. Satisfied with her handiwork, Stalk walks away. Professor Kirishima can't help but scowl angrily at the disgrace to Interpol before turning his attention to the young woman.
"Are you alright, dear girl?"
"Yeah. But I'll tell you one thing for sure. She's undoubtedly experienced, probably a former prizefighter in the women's division."
"Spend much time around boxing rings?" The young woman gives a soft smirk in lieu of smiling to offset the chance of feeling pain before replying.
"You could say that. From the feel of those punches, she got a little rough either during practice with a sparring partner or during a prizefight. Someone got hurt or died and she ultimately got banned from competing." Nodding silently, Professor Kirishima decides he wants to know more about his new friend.
"So, seeing as we're all tied up, with nowhere to go, dear girl, what caused you to be recruited into the SVR, anyway?" The young woman rolls her eyes, yet her smirk becomes a soft smile.
"At the time of 2nd Impact, I was on a trip with my classmates, looking over 'the glory of the Russian system' and 'how superior it was to any other system'. I didn't buy that one bit at all, so that may have played a part in it right there. But, ultimately, after the disaster struck, I was spirited away to a 'facility' for those without families. Even though I told them I was sure my family was still alive, they'd tell me I have no family. I was then sent to America as part of an 'exchange program'. My host family was very kind and warm, much like my own." Smiling wistfully, she goes on.
"It was around that time I met Michael Simmons. He was the only one, aside from my host family, that didn't try to Americanize me. He was quite happy to let me be myself."
"I'm guessing, from the sound of your voice, he meant something to you, dear girl."
"He did and still does. He's now a Police Officer in NM, serving and protecting the citizens. When he told me what he'd wanted to do, I decided I wanted to do the same, so we'd collaborated extensively so I could attain the same goal. Fast forward five years later. I was about to go into the Academy, after having watched Michael get his shield, when the SVR approached me. Telling me that for my own good, and for the good of Mother Russia, my loyalty is to be to Mother Russia. No other land."
"You refused them, right?"
"Yep. They then told me of my brother, along with how he'd disgraced himself by becoming a mafiya thug, like a free agent of sorts, after having served with distinction in the Spetsnaz youth corps after 2nd Impact. The terms were simple. I work for SVR and they'll devote their time to ensure he doesn't spend a day in the gulag." Smiling bitterly, she adds, "I agreed, of course, hoping I'd be able to at least see a member of my family. It was then my handler told me I'd been thought dead all that time. I was trapped, with no way out. I couldn't contact my brother, let him know I'm alive at all."
"That must've sucked."
"It did." Smiling sadly, she adds, "They even told me I shouldn't contact Michael at all. I should just forget him. But I will never forget him. Much like he'll never forget me." A rosy red blush appears on her face, getting Shintaro to softly chuckle.
"You're enamored with him, huh?" At her nod, he chuckles and says, "When this is all over, go to him. Get married and have lots of children." Blinking, he adds, "I don't believe I know your name yet."
"No, you don't."
"That won't do. I can't very well keep calling you 'dear girl', now can I?" The young woman can't help but giggle mirthfully while nodding.
"I suppose not!" Her giggles tapering off, yet with a wide smile, she says, "Irina."
"Nice to meet you, Irina."
"Likewise, Professor." Irina's reply gets Shintaro to nod and chuckle before Irina asks, "Is what you said earlier to Stalk true? About Mana bringing your designs to life?"
"Yep."
"The apple didn't fall far from the tree then, did it?"
"No, it sure didn't."
(NYC; 6:30 PM; Veta Strossa Restaurant)
Madeline can barely contain an amused expression from appearing on her face when she recalls seeing Brian's jaw dropped down to the UNP-NY HQ's floor when he saw Nikita wearing a slinky black dress. Her long blond hair in a ponytail, with a small amount of hair covering the right side of her face. Yet her facial expression was clearly sultry. Lisa's, however…
"You okay, Madeline?" Nikita's query gets Madeline's attention, prompting her to nod at the blond bombshell across from her.
"I'm fine, Nikita. Just thinking about Brian's reaction when he saw you in your dress." Nikita can only smile widely before chuckling and looking to Brian at her side.
"At least it showed you liked what you saw, Brian." His face bright red, Brian nods while Nikita returns her attention to the menu. Her face then takes on a wide smile before she adds, "I know what I want for dinner. Wanna share, Brian?" Before Brian can even reply, however…
"Nikita! Sweetheart!" Nikita blinks twice before looking toward where the voice came from. Brian, Lisa, Danny and Madeline following suit. Nikita's head slightly slumps forward before rising back up.
"Aw crap. Not him." Her words get Brian's undivided attention, causing him to gently turn her back toward him.
"What is it, Nik?"
"I'll put it to you like this, Brian. I'll be glad when we're back in Tokyo-3 and away from 'him'." Before Brian can even ask, an extremely large muscleman wearing a grey business suit ambles his way to him.
"It's been so long, Nikita!"
"It has, and I could have gone for much longer without seeing you, Vincenzo."
"Aw, don't be like that, Nikita. Oh, you've company. Vincenzo Coravalli, Nikita's boyfriend."
"Ha! In your dreams, Vincenzo!" Rallying herself, Nikita goes on. "Since you're here, I might as well introduce you seeing as it would be rude of me to do otherwise. Brian Dyson, Agent of Section-2." Vincenzo can't help but blink at that.
"What's Section-2?"
"The Security force assigned to UN Agency NERV. Brian may be a rookie Agent, but he's already made excellent progress in his vocation." Brian can only smile sheepishly at Nikita's words while Vincenzo lightly sniffs.
"Rent-a-cop, huh? Sucks to be you, sport." Brian's right eyebrow arches upward as he struggles to maintain a calm demeanor. Nikita shakes off the insult toward Brian as she goes on.
"Brian's sister, Lisa, and her husband, Danny." Vincenzo looks them both over before coughing and leaning to whisper into Nikita's ear.
"Um, Nikita, I don't mean to sound ignorant, bigoted or anything. But in case you haven't noticed, Brian and Lisa are different skin tones."
"I have, actually. And quite frankly, it doesn't matter. Lisa's a beautiful sister and already they're interacting like siblings should."
"Ah. Are they with Section-2 as well?"
"Nope. They're with the UNP-NY." Vincenzo's eyes can't help but bulge out in shock.
"You mean they're cops?"
"That I do, Vincenzo." Glaring minutely at him, she adds, "So behave yourself." Scoffing at that, Vincenzo looks toward Lisa and Danny both.
"I'd like to give you a token of congratulations to you both on your nuptials. In exchange for, well, I'm sure you get my drift."
"Thank you, but no." Lisa's reply is soft, yet ice cold as she goes on. "Departmental regs prohibit it." Lisa and Danny both fix Vincenzo in their gazes, getting him to gulp before looking toward the last member of the party.
"Brian's Mother, Madeline. Previously Director of the Tokyo-2 Interpol office, now Commissioner pro tem of the UNP."
"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Looking Brian over, he adds, "He does have your eyes."
"I'm sure." Rallying himself, Vincenzo turns back to Nikita.
"How did you come to be in the company of a UN rent-a-cop and three UNP cops?"
"Oh, right." Smiling as she takes Brian's hand into hers, with Brian smiling as well, she adds, "The 'UN rent-a-cop', as you so described him, and I are together." Vincenzo's eyes can't help but bulge out in shock.
"You… you mean…" At her nod, he asks, "Didn't we go well together?"
"No, Vincenzo, we didn't. You were always hovering over me, or inviting me to watch you lift weights. And don't get me started on your constant proposals for 'familial mergers' as they always made my skin crawl."
"Is that why you stopped returning my calls and writing me?"
"Actually, I never did return your calls or write."
"Quite right. But I don't know why."
"That's easy. I don't like you."
"What?" Next thing everyone knows, Vincenzo takes off his blazer and rips his shirt off before flexing multiple times. "How could you not like this?"
"I don't go for overly macho muscle-heads." Rolling her eyes, Nikita then asks, "Will you please put your blazer back on now? You're making a very disturbing scene."
"Not until you come to your senses and resume your place at my side!" At that, Vincenzo flexes even more. While he flexes, Nikita looks toward Danny and sees him consoling a clearly disturbed Lisa.
"Danny." At her low tone, Danny looks toward Nikita. "You got the refined ultrasound with you still?"
"Yep. Why do you ask?" Nikita considers it before indicating Vincenzo with her eyes. Getting the idea, Danny brings out the Desert Eagle-styled ultrasound and smirks. "This schmuck's getting Level 2."
"I'm fascinated to see how this goes." Brian's reply and grin is shared by the others as Danny explains.
"First, I set the level." Pushing the switch, he then adds, "Now to adjust the muzzle to tighten the pattern so it won't affect anything other than the target." Taking perfect aim at the lunkhead, he then pulls the trigger.
THUMP
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Vincenzo screams as the pulse propels him backward and out the restaurant door onto the sidewalk. The combination of the ultrasound pulse and the impact with the sidewalk is enough to render him unconscious. Back at the table…
"I think I may have overdone it a bit." Blinking as he puts the ultrasound away, Danny mutters, "I had expected him, with his immense body size, to simply fall to the floor unconscious with the usage of Level 2. Not go flying like a bat out of Hell backwards." Nikita considers Danny's words before replying.
"Nah, I don't think you overdid it a bit."
"She's got a point, Danny." At Brian's voice, Danny looks toward his brother-in-law. "Besides, there was no way you could've known what Level 2 could've done at point blank range. For that matter, it was really quite cool to see Level 2 at work." Danny can't help but smirk at that.
"Yeah, that was pretty cool. I am, however, quite surprised that he didn't hear you, even with your voice low, Nikita."
"That's because once that Italian-Mafia-wannabe of a muscleman starts flexing, he pays little attention to everything else." Groaning, she adds, "And I mean everything else."
"When you say 'Mafia-wannabe', you mean as in…"
"He fancies himself as Mafia potential, Brian." Shuddering, she adds, "He even did a 'Scarface' impression. While lugging around an M2 Browning machine gun instead of an M16 rifle with an M203 grenade launcher attached. Thankfully enough, it was unloaded. Him having a gun, period, was scary enough as it was."
"Ah." Curious, Brian then asks, "When did he get the idea in his head about…?"
"Me being his girlfriend? No idea at all." Rubbing her temples in irritation over the interruption, she looks back over to Brian and asks, "What do you think? Wanna share?"
"Sure. I love spaghetti and meatballs." Brian can't help but marvel at how unfazed Nikita is. Next thing he knows, the maitre d walks up to them. A somber look on his face.
"Excuse me, but who was responsible for the removal of the grotesque display just now?"
"If you're talking about the muscle-headed moron, it'd be my brother-in-law, Danny."
"Very good, sir. As such, the manager wished for me to inform you that dinner is on the house. Your waiter shall be with you shortly to take your orders." Before he walks away, he asks, "How did you manage that magnificent feat, if I may ask?"
"Prototype ultrasound weapon." Blinking at Danny's reply, the maitre d shakes it off before nodding.
"Very good, sir." With that, he walks away. An amused smile on his face. 'The sight of that behemoth flying out of the restaurant is probably the most exciting, if not amusing, thing to happen here. Hmm, I wonder…' Peering outside, the man sees an unconscious Vincenzo being surrounded by UNP-NY Officers. 'He's in for a nasty wake-up call.' Sure enough, a groggy Vincenzo opens his eyes and sees the Officers just as one Officer speaks.
"Drinking?"
"If you're buying."
(N-Tek Onjuku-2 safe-house; same time)
"Agent Rokatensaki, I've found something!" The male analyst's voice gets Bernard Rokatensaki's attention, sending the Agent toward the workstation.
"What've you got, Walter?"
"Okay. First off, there's a large facility within what remains of Akaike, Tagawa District, Fukuoka prefecture with no record of it being in existence anywhere. I mean, that place has been deserted ever since 2nd Impact wiped out the entire populace of Kyushu Island. It'd be the perfect place for someone like Dread to set up shop."
"I concur, Walter. Though I get the feeling there's more."
"Correct sir." Bringing up a Sat-image, he goes on. "I saw what appeared to be an aircraft three miles from Akaike itself. Or at least the outline of one."
"Camouflaged?"
"Yeah. Through the use of both camouflage netting and broken tree limbs." Walter sees a nod from Rokatensaki before he goes on. "I did a PRP on it. It's one of our 'Sparrows', sir."
"Think that could be where Mr Kaji went to?"
"Yes, sir." Mulling it over, Rokatensaki chuckles and shakes his head. "Sir?"
"Seeing as he has reason to believe he'd found something and may well be doing surveillance and the site, I see no reason why we can't let him stay out there. But he won't be doing it alone."
"Sir?"
"Send a squad of fifteen Agents to his location, with one Senior Agent. The Senior Agent is to let Mr Kaji know, in no uncertain terms, that the Agent is in charge. Not Mr Kaji."
"Understood, sir. I'll get right on it."
(Kyushu Island; Akaike outskirts; forty minutes later)
Perched below a rock outcropping on a hillside, Kaji peers intently at the building through the binoculars he'd found in the small jet he'd 'borrowed'. He can't help but marvel at how clear the view is through the lenses.
'Not even Japanese Intelligence has this kind of tech. This is years ahead of what they have.' He then sees something at the left corner of the lens and turns his head accordingly. Upon seeing a worker pull out a cigarette and light up, Kaji can't help but smirk. 'Non-smoking facility, huh? That opens a possibility.'
Next thing he knows, he sees the worker go ramrod straight and begin walking, almost as if in a daze. Following the worker's movement, Kaji can't help but notice the worker going toward a lake. Kaji notices a sign on the lakeshore and zooms in. His blood runs cold at the words.
Lake filled with piranhas. Swim and die!
'You gotta be kidding me! Piranhas aren't even indigenous to Japan. Nor are they that vicious!' Rolling his eyes in bemusement, Kaji then watches as the zombie-like worker walks right into the lake until up to the waist in water. Next thing Kaji knows, the water bubbles ferociously and the worker vanishes in a wash of red. Stunned by what'd happened, Kaji can only lower the binoculars while gazing upon the scene in horror.
"Don't see that very often." At the voice beside him, Kaji turns and sees a massive African-American man clad in a jumpsuit much like the ones the Agents in Onjuku were wearing. "Mr Kaji, I presume."
"I am."
"Senior Field Agent Marvin Bledsoe. If you'll follow me for debriefing."
"Alright. But don't think I'm going to back down from this at all."
"Thought never crossed my mind. I am, however, to inform you that as of now, you're under my supervision. Meaning I'm in charge, not you. Savvy?"
"Savvy. But one thing I gotta know."
"Go ahead."
"What exactly is your agency called? None of the other outfits I know of have tech this advanced."
"You ever hear of 'N-Tek Sporting Goods', Mr Kaji?"
"Who hasn't?" Blinking at the name, Kaji says, "Wait. You mean you guys are connected to 'N-Tek'?"
"We are 'N-Tek'. Follow me and I'll brief you." Nodding, Kaji does so while Bledsoe speaks. "The 'N-Tek' corporation at one point was a regular sporting goods manufacturing company. But the founder wanted to do more when he saw how overworked the LE community was. Along with the amount of red tape and various restrictions on an international level. So, he branched out to have 'N-Tek' double as an anti-crime/terror initiative. You following okay so far?"
"Yeah. But how'd you guys manage to stay hidden so well?"
"We live everyday lives, holding a job with either the company itself or a start-up firm by a fellow Agent."
"Makes sense. If it was a regular job, and something suddenly came up, there was no way you could tell the boss that you were going to go save the world."
"Exacto." At that, they reach Kaji's concealed 'Sparrow' and Bledsoe lets out a bird chirp. At that, fourteen 'N-Tek' jumpsuit-clad forms appear around Kaji. Looking around at the men and women, Kaji can only grimace. With Bledsoe noticing. "You okay, Mr Kaji?"
"Yeah, but I think you're gonna need more Agents."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"While I haven't been inside that facility yet, I recognize the basic intent of it. It's where the MP EVAs are being built. And there's no way sixteen people can pull off hampering their construction."
"You haven't been inside yet, and you know they're building more Evangelion Units?" A female Agent is incredulous at that as she asks, "How can you know that and not have been inside?"
"I recognized the type of trucks that came in and out of here the last few days, along with their respective companies. The companies are the suppliers for Evangelion components and the trucks…"
"Haul the components. Right." The woman suddenly grins and says, "We can handle it."
"Never lose that spirit, Agent Yumanacho. But keep in mind, all of you, that we've never dealt with a situation this big before. And I mean big. But that doesn't mean we can't take a whack at it." Upon seeing the others nod, Bledsoe turns back to Kaji and asks, "What kind of shift-work are we looking at, Mr Kaji?"
"These days, two 8-hour shifts. When I first arrived on-site, it was round the clock. Meaning the work's almost done."
"Okay. What else?"
"About a mile east from the facility is a hotel in pristine condition while the rest of the town is dilapidated. The hotel's where the workers are housed. And they all know one another."
"Hmm, interesting. I love a good challenge."
"Which means we do what we can to sabotage the MP EVAs internally to a point where they can't be activated." Another female Agent looks around before frowning. "Anyone know where I can get a copy of 'Sabotaging MP EVAs For Dummies' at?" That query gets a chuckle from everyone. An amused grin on his face, Bledsoe sighs.
"Sorry, Murtano, but I'm afraid it's one book we'll have to write on the way." The look on Murtano's face can only be described as insanely gleeful as she rubs her hands together excitedly.
"Roger."
(Tokyo-3; Makoto Hyuga's apartment; 7:30 AM)
Rousing himself awake slowly, Makoto can only be glad that he's off today. As he was quite convinced that what'd happened the previous night was a very pleasant dream and he wouldn't be able to look at Maya without blushing furiously. Yet he can't help but feel a soft mass against his hand as he flexes it.
"Mmm, Makoto. Not now." The feminine voice is sleepy and very familiar. Makoto's eyes open wide allowing him to see Maya Ibuki's face in front of his. Her eyelids closed, yet she has a blissful smile on her face. "We can play later as we played all night long."
'Wha… I thought it was a dream!' Slowly checking himself under the covers, he sees that he's nude. Guiltily, he checks over Maya as well and sees she's nude as well. His face beet red, he gently lowers the covers. And sees Maya's eyes peering right at him. 'Oh… shit!' Next thing he knows, Maya smiles warmly at him.
"Good morning, Makoto." Embracing him softly, she pecks the underside of his chin. "That was the best night I ever had."
"You mean… it actually happened?" Giving him a nod, Maya suddenly pounces on him.
Latching her lips onto his, Maya quickly gets on top of him before gently grasping his member and impaling herself onto it. Makoto can only be stunned as Maya begins pumping up and down, her breasts perky. Smiling down at him, Maya takes his right hand and puts it onto her left breast.
"Seeing as you liked squeezing my ass, try my tits. But gently, okay?" Makoto can only nod before he feels the pressure building up. Maya notices it as well and smirks sultrily. "You can let loose inside me, Makoto. Trying to hold back will be utterly futile. Just like you tried to last night."
"But… But… MAYA!" As his seed flows into Maya's womb, Maya arches backward in orgasm.
(Tokyo-3; Ikari Apartment; 10:30 AM)
Shinji's sound asleep in the futon, with Rits gazing lovingly at him from the doorway. Their lovemaking after his return from taking Mana to safety had been enough to render him asleep the rest of the night. Gently putting her hand over her womb, Rits gently rubs, a soft smile on her face. Next thing she knows, a soft chiming is heard. Closing the bedroom door, Rits goes to the apartment door and opens it.
"Hey, Rits." Touji's face has a grin on it while Hikari and Yachiru are smiling softly. "Thanks for watching Yach for me today."
"You're welcome, Touji. Come on in, Yachiru, but please keep your voice soft. Shinji's asleep right now." Hikari can't help but feel concerned about that.
"Is he okay, Rits? I never took Shinji to be the kind that sleeps in."
"Well, I'll put it to you like this." Her smile turning into a dirty smirk, she adds, "It'd been a really long night for him." Hikari's face can't help but go bright red at the innuendo while Touji's face has a streak of red across his face. Thankfully enough, Yachiru doesn't see Touji or Hikari's blushes as she's busy examining the apartment. Hikari and Touji both recover themselves, yet slightly red in their faces.
"Have a good day today, Yach."
"You too, Touji. Later, Hikari onee-chan." Hikari can only blush at that as a still-smirking Rits closes the door. Turning toward Yachiru, Rits can see the young girl looking at Shinji's cello case. "What's in there, Rits?" Her smirk becomes a soft smile as she goes to her side.
"Shinji's cello. It belonged to his Mother." Yachiru then looks toward Rits.
"Is he any good?"
"Oh yes. In fact, some time back, he played for me after we got back from seeing my parents' gravesite." Her smile going mischievous, Rits asks, "Wanna have some fun, Yachiru?"
"Sure." Smile on her face still, Rits softly whispers into the girl's ear. With Yachiru giggling softly before Rits leads her to the bedroom. Sliding the door open, Yachiru skips forward and softly giggles before yelling.
"Good morning, Daddy!" Jumping onto the futon to beside Shinji, Yachiru snuggles up to him and feels him running his fingers through her hair.
"Morning, Yachiru." Yachiru blinks as Shinji opens his eyes and grins softly at her. "How've you been?" Yachiru can only pout cutely before snuggling more into him.
"Aww, you ruined it!" Shinji's rumbling chuckles get her to giggle before sighing. "I've been okay. Touji and Hikari left for their date already."
"Whatever happened to Hikari onee-chan?" Yachiru can only giggle even more at that. With Shinji and Rits joining in. Yachiru's giggles calm down.
"You've got ears like a bat's."
"Not really. It's these walls in the apartment. They're pretty thin." At that, Shinji gets ready to get up. Only to remember one other detail. "Um, Yachiru, any chance you can wait for me in the living room? I gotta get ready."
"Okay, Shinji onii-chan!" Giggling raucously as she bolts off of the futon, Yachiru barely avoids Rits' attempt to tickle her. Giving him a playful smirk, Rits slides the door closed and walks behind their guest for the day.
"What do you wanna do today, Yachiru?" Yachiru only shrugs, causing Rits to roll her eyes. 'Off to a great start. Not!'
"Rits?"
"Yes, Yachiru?"
"Who're the people in the pictures?" Rits looks toward where Yachiru is before smiling softly.
"From the left in the first one is my adoptive Mother, Deidre. In the second one, Shinji's Mother, Yui, my birth Mother, Yuriko, and Asuka's Mother, Kyoko. In the third one is my Father, Hoshio."
"What happened to your birth parents, Rits?"
"They died at sea in 2nd Impact. I was fortunate, however, as Deidre came across me and adopted me." Looking back and forth at Rits and Yuriko, Yachiru can only smile widely.
"She's pretty like you are, Rits."
"She is indeed." Shinji's voice gets Rits and Yachiru to look back toward him and see he's wearing a blue t-shirt and blue jean shorts cut down to his thighs. Kneeling down to where he's eye level with Yachiru, he asks, "You like to swim?"
"Uh-huh, but there's nowhere to swim in Tokyo-3. The nearest place is in Tokyo-2."
"Well, there are some pools at NERV. I can make a call to Misato and ask her to swing a visitor pass for you." Next thing he knows, Yachiru bowls him over in a massive hug. Rits giggling at it. Chuckling, Shinji adds, "I guess I have a call to make, then."
(Kiel's Lair; same time)
"Tabris, welcome." The grey-haired young man nods at Kiel as the man asks, "How was the delivery?"
"A mite bit roughly, sir, due to the presence of UNP-NY Officers and a Section-2 Agent. When Cochrane's associate shot one of the UNP-NY Officers, I got out of there as all Hell had broken loose."
"Hmm, I see. In any case, while I'm loathe to send you back out so soon when you just got back, I've no choice to. For too long, the 'Scenario' has been hindered. It falls to you, Tabris, to bring forth 3rd Impact." Leaning forward intently, Kiel adds, "Do not fail me and then return, Tabris."
"Yes, Mr Kiel." Smirking, Tabris asks, "Or should I refer to you as Mr Dread?" Kiel, AKA John Dread, smirks right back before replying.
"Seeing as you know, it doesn't really matter, Tabris. Now go bring forth the destiny of humanity!" Nodding, Tabris vanishes, leaving Dread all alone in his lair. "Now to make arrangements should 3rd Impact not come about." Picking up his phone, Dread punches in a number he'd called some time ago.
"Yes?"
"Hello, L'Etranger, my old friend. I trust you're well."
"Oh, John. It's been so long. I was wondering when you'd call me back."
"Wonder no more, friend. The time has come. I trust you'd established a plan of action for what I have in mind."
"Indeed, but it'll have to be when the target's in transit as the target is too well guarded."
"Undoubtedly due to the instructions of SECGEN Leeds-Nez."
"But of course, John. But, if what you're planning is to come to fruition… it'd be a moot point."
"I'll put it to you like this, my friend. You're my contingency plan. Should 3rd Impact not come about as it should, you are to acquire the target."
"Very well, John. I shall await your call to strike."
"No need to wait for my call, my friend. You've taken initiative many times before. No need to stop that now."
"I understand, John. I'll get right on it."
"Excellent motivation. Have a pleasant day, L'Etranger."
"You as well, John." With that, the call ends and Dread sits back, smirk on his face.
"Either way it goes, I win."
(Geofront; Misato's office; thirty minutes later)
"Aww, she's so cute!" Misato can't help but gush over Yachiru, with Shinji and Rits bracketing the small girl. "And you're babysitting for Touji and Hikari today?"
"That we are, Misato. Thought we'd bring Yachiru to swim in one of the pools today as it's a good day to swim."
"Indeed it is, Shinji." Sighing, Misato adds, "I just wish I could join you guys. Maybe when…"
"The war's over." Rits' face has a soft smile as she goes on. "We look forward to it, Misato."