I've been messing around with a short story in the style of some of
the spamfics you've had. It's just a quickly written filler title while
I write my next chapter of the Eva series. No spoilers, I don't believe,
and it's okay for kiddies to read this as well. Unless you think
Sailormoon is too violent. Here we go.
NGE is owned by Gainex and Hideaki Anno. I only use it to further my
creative skills, so please, no lawyers at my door.
�It�s been some time since I was here last. That�s because I don�t
drink.
Actually, that�s not the only reason. The last time I was here, there
was an
incident that made me feel that the world we live in isn�t all that safe
to
live in.�
�Hey.�
I looked up to a familiar voice, a familiar face. The man who spoke
seemed
out of place, with his dark green business suit. He�d taken the top part
off
and wore the white shirt and army green coat, not his tie and sports
jacket.
I wondered how it would loom on me, probably out of place with my
goatee.
�You don�t need to do that at the moment.�
Irvine Walker had suggested that I tape record my thoughts. He was a
bright
man. It�s helped with writing and it allows me to organise my thoughts,
my
feelings. Plus I can tape good music if I hear it out and about. There
was no
need for introductions, as we had already met. Irvine wasn�t here for
just a
quiet drink, though.
�So,� Irvine asked, �have you seen her yet?�
�Not yet.�
�So what happened?�
�Um, when? I�ve been having an bad day, but that�s about it.�
�No, I meant three nights ago, when you were here last.�
�I didn�t see it. What have we got here.� I looked at the drinks that
Irvine
had brought over. �Lemonade. I feel sick.� I yawned. �But I�m thirsty as
well.� I took the drink from Irvine.
�So what can you remember about what happened?�
�That I wasn�t involved.� I took a sip from the bottle. I felt the cool
liquid slide down my throat into my stomach and bile rise in the gorge.
�Blow
for blow?�
�If you can remember it.�
�Okay. There was this woman here who was quite alright.�
�Right,� Irvine said.
�I�m pretty sure she was with this guy. He wore glasses. Description,
um��
�That�s not important right now.�
�Alright. I�m not sure of her nationality. She looks American, European
and
Asian all at the same time.�
�It�s okay, we�re not concerned with looks, we�re concentrating on what
happened.�
�Alright.� I coughed, a loud, throaty cough that hurt my throat. It
felt
like I was coughing up blood. �I think that she probably had a few too
many
to drink.�
�Let�s face it,� a loud booming voice called out, �she was absolutely
out of
her tree.� Great. Kennedy. If there was a prize for the biggest
loudmouthed
redneck in the world, he�d make sufficient votes for the final ballot.
�How�s it hangin�?� There he goes with that big, Texan drawl again.
�It�s not,� Irvine said. �It was lopped off, remember?� It�s amazing
how he
can find a reply like that for anything, how he can steal some wind from
anyone�s sails. I would envy him, I�d be as green with envy as the dark
green
suit he wore, but he�s too nice to hate. Most of the time.
�How�s it going?� I asked, feeling like I�d had better days.
�Great.�
�Say,� Irvine said, �Were you here a few nights ago?�
�When that woman was here? Sure, know all about it.�
�So what happened?�
�Ah, she and a tall guy in glasses were here. The girl was as drunk as
anything and was getting right into it.�
�Must�ve been quite a show,� Irvine said.
�Yeah. Well, anyways, Yui��
�Yui?� Irvine asked. He seemed surprised.
�At least we have a name to go with the face,� I said. Kennedy�s
attention
was elsewhere.
�There she is.� He pointed to a rather tall woman who had just walked
in.
�Speak of the Devil,� I said. �That�s her.�
�Where�s the man?� Kennedy asked.
�Dunno. In jail?�
�Hopefully he�s where he won�t hurt anyone.�
�Yeah,� Kennedy said, �You remember what happened, don�t you?�
�No.� Irvine shook his head. �That�s why I asked you.�
�Oh yeah. Well, Yui was drunk. She had to be. And she was obviously
rowdy as
well. She was up on a table dancing. There was a crowd around, clapping
and
cheering and all.� I glanced around at the other people listening in to
what
we were talking about, like on the other side of the large bar. �A few
of
them were egging her on to take it off. I think she would have as well.
The
guy saw what was happening. He intervened and tried to take Yui home.�
�Did you catch his name?� I asked.
�No, not sure of a name.� Kennedy paused. �Look over there,� he said,
lowering his voice and pointing to someone. �See that tall man in the
glasses
and black coat? That�s him.�
�So we need to be careful,� I said.
�Tell us the rest of the story,� Irvine said.
�Okay.� Kennedy couldn�t take his eyes off the man, and after hearing
what
happened, I must say that I didn�t blame him. �Um, I didn�t really get
into
it. Dunno why. That guy,� he motioned to who he was obviously keeping an
eye
on �tried to take Yui home. Um, this other guy, a pretty beefy street
brawler
or something put a hand on her, bum, I think it was.� It wasn�t like
Kennedy
not to swear.
�And that�s what caused the fight?� Irvine asked.
�Partly. That man pulled this guy up and words were exchanged.
Apparently
they�d been in a fight before. That drifter took a swing at the man, I
think,
I can�t tell you for sure. The other guy might have started it. But that
tall
guy punched him in the gut and uppercutted him in the chin. The other
guy was
out cold on a smashed table.� I whistled.
�Knocked the guy out, huh?�
�Yeah.� Kennedy wasn�t his usual self, he was quite serious. �I�m not
sure
what happened after that. Police and ambulance were called obviously,
but
that�s all I know.�
�I�m going to get another drink,� I said.
�Here, I�ll go with you,� Irvine said.
�Uh oh,� Kennedy said. �Lost him.�
�Do you think he went to take a leak?� Irvine asked.
�Dunno. Best go with you just the same.�
We filed over to the bar to get our drinks. I got another bottle of
lemonade
then wandered over back to our table. That�s when I heard a commotion
behind
me.
�Yeah, you think I�m scared.�
Hell. It was him, in Irvine�s face. Irvine could handle it, as long as
things didn�t turn violent. I saw that Kennedy shuffled closer to
intervene
if needed. I did the same thing. I was behind the man, so I could grab
him
from behind if things got ugly. It looked like Irvine was able to keep
the
man from turning violent, so I thought I�d intervene.
�Excuse me,� I said, �is there something wrong?� The man seemed to
ignore
me. I tapped him on the shoulder, seemed like a good idea at the time.
He
turned around and I honestly thought for a moment that he was going to
hit
me.
�Who the hell are you?� he growled. He didn�t sound drunk, which was
even
more of a worry. This was his usual self, or it seemed like it at least.
�I�m just trying to help.� To that, he took a swing at me. I blocked
the
punch like they taught us in Wing Chung, leaned in and took his other
arms,
and went side on to him so that I was protected is he tried to attack
low. I
shot a glance at Irvine, then pushed the man away.
�Look,� Irvine said, waving a five dollar note behind the man, �take
this,
get a coffee and sober up, okay?� The man paused for a minute, then took
another swing at me. This time I grabbed his arm and pulled it in the
direction of the swing. When he spun around to face me, I kicked him in
the
groin, hard. He doubled over, and I turned my back to him, wrapped my
arms
around his head, and dropped. I actually jumped so that I would hit the
ground harder. As I hit the ground on my butt, my shoulder drove itself
into
the man�s throat. He was hurt, but he wasn�t beaten yet, and his anger
gave
him surprising strength. So when he got back up and charged at me, I
grabbed
him by the throat. He fell to his knees real quick, so I brought him
back up
and held him so that his face was looking at the floor. I then proceeded
to
drive his face to the floor, his whole weight, plus my own weight and
strength driving into the face was enough to end the fight. The guy
didn�t
move.
He was out cold.
Or dead.
�That�s what you get�� the drifter began, but Irvine placed a hand
across
his chest. Nothing else needed to be said.
The police were there within minutes. I felt like I was going to go
to
hell. I sat by myself, hungry, thirsty and full of guilt. I noticed that
no
one had bothered to call an ambulance. Irvine and Kennedy made their way
over.
�How�d you do that?� Kennedy asked as he made his way over. �I can�t
believe
you did that. Where�d you learn to do that? Not in Wing Chung. Are you
alright?�
�One question at a time, please. Yeah, I�m alright.�
�That was very cool, man.� Kennedy had gotten my another bottle of
lemonade,
I drank the last one.
�Thanks,� I said, accepting the bottle. �Can you get me something to
eat,
please?� Kennedy nodded and left. Irvine sat down next to me with two
cups of
tea, one for me, I figured.
�I didn�t think that you did anything wrong here,� he said, handing the
steaming cup to me. �The vast majority think you�re in the right as
well. The
police, however, may want to have a word with you. You can be brought up
on
charges��
�For defending myself?�
�I�ll do what I can, and I�ll say that it looks good for you.
Apparently,
he�s caused a lot of trouble here.� I took a sip from the cup, lots of
tea,
lots of sugar, lots of flavour. �Yui�s been called. She�ll be here any
minute.�
�Okay. So what do we tell her?�
�What might be best is if you disappear and the police can call you at
home.�
�Okay.� I took another sip from the cup, them placed it on the bench.
�I�m
going to the toilet.� On my way there, I saw Yui. She came over to me.
�So,� she said, �what happened.� She was obviously referring to the
fight.
�I defended myself.� I didn�t know how she recognised me, and I was
afraid
that she might slap me or something, but instead, she groaned.
�Not again.�
�You�re Yui, aren�t you?� I asked.
�Yes.�
�Russian?� Yui shook her head.
�No. Nyet.� I smiled. �Was it your fault, or did he start it?� I didn�t
know
how to respond to that one. I slid down the wall I was leaning against
before
answering.
�He had a blue with one of my friends, I asked if there was anything I
could
do to help, and he took a swing at me.�
�Yeah,� Yui said, crouching down. �That�s what I heard.� Irvine walked
up to us, apparently wanting to talk with Yui.
"I'm..."
"Irvine Walker. Kennedy's told me a lot about you."
"Really? I can guess. Well, did he tell you about what he plans to do on
graduation?" Yui shook her head. I was tempted to tell her about how I
want
to make a parody of the graduations by having a rock and roll version of
the
music they play, me showing up in black leather and a acubra, and the
grand
finish, fireworks.
"Nah, I better keep it a surprise," I said. "So who was that masked
man?"
"My boyfriend, Gendou Rykubungi."
"A tip about your boyfriend," Irvine said. "That man's trouble. You
should get rid of him." I stood up before business picked up.
"I guess I better head off to the lion's den. The police will be looking
for
me, so," I shrugged, "gotta go."
Minister Travis and the Millenium Man, Y2A.
Oh, this is something I always send to first time List
senders\recievers
that
I meet. Thanks to Travis for writing it up.
Kuniadam-sun
Kisaragi
Kasugano
Who is he? Frequently
asked
questions.
What happened to his eye?
In a very serious fight last year, Adam was hit in the eye with a
baseball
bat. The eye had to be taken out, and he now wears a glass eye, or an
eyepatch.
He also bought a red glass eye like Rei Ayanami.
The Millenium Man.
Adam went overseas on New Years. He first went to Japan, the home of
some
of
his idols, but try as he might, he couldn't find Tokyo 3. His next stop
was
the
U.S, for the mother of all parties. He first stopped over in Florida,
where
he
crashed and lazed in Orlando. From there, he moved on to Chicago, where
he
got
plenty of rest for the party ahead. From Illinois to New York, instead
of
going
the full hog and attending the big party, he ended up on a rooftop near
the
action at another party. When the clock struck twelve, everyone went
silly.
Adam
even posed like Shawn Michaels under the fireworks, blowing an airhorn,
and
saying how it was the greatest night of his life.
What's this amneisa thing I keep hearing about?
This was how Adam tried to cope with bullying, by claiming that he
had no
idea what their assailents were talking about. He tried everything that
had
already been done, and invented some new techniques, to stop the
harassment.
Nothing worked. Adam got the last laugh, though. Some of his former
assailents
had either died or are in prison, and his cheif advisary was horrobly
disfigured
when he was crazy enough to chase after someone through a glass door.
What other names has he gone under?
Adam's real name is Timothy Grant. He also likes to use Snake, the
Icon,
the
Showstoppa and the Main Event.
Isn't that similer to...
Yes, that's how Adam got into Neon Genesis. He was recouperating
from his
attack and he was watching Gunsmith Cats. He saw that the voice actress
for
Rebecca was Tiffiny Grant, which was similer to his name, and so had
looked
up
what else she had been in. He loves NGE, but surprisingly, Asuka (Grant)
isn't
Adam's favourite charecter, it's Maya Ibuki.
Has he traveled anywhere else?
Hell yeah, he's been to England, Ireland, Russia, China, Canada,
he's
been
all around the world.
What is the gimmick of Adam Kasugano?
He tells everyone about his hellish exsistence, and how he has been
a
tortured soul. He says that it took him eight long years for him to get
his
life
back, only for it to be taken away again last year. He said that he has
got
it
back, in fact, someone else gave his life back to him. Who? When asked
this,
Adam
just smiles and says 'you'll never guess.' Lately, he started using the
new
millenium as his 'gimmick,' saying that it's the new millenium, that's
my
millenium, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it. So far, it
has
indeed been the year, the millenium of the Snake.