$Author: Graffiti $
$Date: 1996/09/18 12:23:45 $
$Id: Shadow.Music,v 1.1 1996/09/18 12:23:45 Graffiti Exp $
$RCSfile: Shadow.Music,v $
$Revision: 1.1 $
$State: Exp $
#include <stdio.h>
#include <std_disclaimer.h>
The characters that appear in this story are copyright (c) their respective
copyright holders, whoever they are. (So I'm a little to sleepy to think
straight now...)
This being my first fanfic actually posted, I'd appreciate any adualtions,
praises, and offers for vast sums of cash. Oh, and C&C wouldn't hurt, either.
I originally wrote this when I was feeling somewhat suicidal. This has since
been re-written while I felt homicidal. Have fun. >:)
C&C main(void) {
Shadow Music: A Bubbgle Bug Crash/Neon Genesis Evangelion X-over fanfic
The red haze slowly faded from Priss' eyes. The echo of water dripping
in the distance brought her about.
"Priss, are you okay?"
The faint, flickering neon light hammered at her eyes. A dull ache was
rising in her head. Focusing on the voice, Priss tried to identify who
it was.
"Linna?"
She looked up into the worried eyes of her friend, holding her in her arms.
There was an ugly gash down the right side of her neck, and she looked like
she bathed in blood. There were cuts and burns all over her. Why did she
look like that?
"Oh Priss... I was so worried..."
Linna's eyes filled with tears as she laid her head on Priss's shoulder,
her tears beginning to dry as her breathing ceased.
"Oooo...", Priss groaned. "Linna, get off. You're lying on a bruise."
There was no response. Priss pushed her friend off and shook her.
"Linna, wake up. I said, wake up! Hey!"
Then she noticed that her friend wasn't breathing anymore.
"This isn't funny, Linna."
Priss shook her friend, trying to wake her.
"Linna? Linna? Linna!"
Then it all came back to her. The destruction of MegaTokyo by the Angel.
Their last, desperate stand against the enemy. The uneasy alliance with
Genom. Their defeat...
A ragged sob escaped Priss' lips as she cradled her friend's lifeless body.
"Linna! No... not you too!"
Her cries echoed into the darkness of the uncaring night.
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"Test Sequence One complete. Systems status, Fifty-nine percent."
Dr. Akagi sighed and dropped into her chair. Grabbing a nearby cup of
coffee, she drank deeply. Or tried to.
"PPPBBTTHHHBT! Ugh! Gah! Who made this?!"
Misato looked at her flatly.
"I did. You got a problem with that?"
Putting the cup down, she shook her head.
"Never-mind. My fault. I should have asked before I took a sip."
Misato sniffed indignantly and spun about... and the System caught her eye.
"Will this work?", she asked softly. "In all this time, we've never used
_this_ in actual combat. And our main pilot is... well, less than stable."
Ritsuko looked at her friend. She saw the deep lines of doubt marring
her face. The face of a warrior who knows that she is useless in the
field of battle. The face of a warrior who sees death, and can't do
anything about it.
"I don't know. But do we really have any choice? Our former pilots left
when they found out the Truth. I don't think they'll ever come back. No
matter what happens to the world. And while we're talking about pilots,
shouldn't you have more confidence in her? After all, she's the only
family you have left."
Misato looked through the armored glass window. Her reflection was crawling
out of the System. Her twin sister, being helped by their younger sister.
Until last week, she didn't know she had any siblings, much less a twin.
Misato made a silent vow to herself. "Someday, I'm going to find out who
my mother really was. And my father. I always thought I knew him, but
this..."
Her twin, Sachiko, waved at her. "Hey Misato! I did it! I finally synched
with the System!"
Misato winked back at her and gave her a thumbs up. But her younger sister,
Priss, just walked away; eyes on the ground, shoulder slumped, her feet
dragging on the ground.
Sachiko looked toward Priss as well. She gave one final wave to her Misato,
and trotted after her little sister to cheer her up.
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"Priss! Wait up!"
Priss glanced over her shoulder and saw Sachiko jogging toward her.
Slowing her pace, she watched as her new partner caught up.
"Priss, why the long face? We did it! We finally synched with the
system today!"
Sachiko's face beamed with joy, her eyes looking into Priss' with a
glowing light.
"Oh... nothing," Priss said. "I guess I'm just a little tired. I'll just
get some sleep and catch you later, OK?"
Sachiko smiled, and gave her sister a hug. "Don't worry Priss. Soon,
this will all be over and you can go back to singing," Sachiko said. Then
she winked. "Hey, I'll get free tickets, right?"
A forced smile seemed to re-assure Sachiko. "Sure. You'll get a free
ticket to my concerts. And backstage passes too."
Clapping her sister on the shoulder, Sachiko smiled and ran off to the
locker room to change. "I'll see you later!", she called over her
shoulder. "Gotta run! I got a date in half an hour!"
As Sachiko's footfalls faded away, Priss leaned against the wall, closed her
eyes, and sighed. Just above her, a loudspeaker crackled to life.
"Pilot 01, report to the ICU ward immediately."
Priss' eyes popped open, and she breathed a single word: "Linna!"
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*SLAM!*
Startled, Linna jumped in her bed, and promptly doubled over in pain as that
pulled at her stitches.
"Linna! You're alive!"
Giving her friend an annoyed look, Linna sat up straight and tried not to
glower.
"Of course I'm alive! Did you think I'd be in a hospital if I were dead?"
"Uh... but..."
"No buts.", Linna said. "I'm alive. Now, where is everybody? And why am
I in a hospital? And why is that picture of me next to my bed in black and
white, and wrapped in a black ribbon?"
Then she blinked, seeing the skin-tight suit Priss was wearing. A very *wet*
and *thin* skin-tight suit. "And _what_ is that... *thing* you're wearing?!",
she gasped.
Priss, trying to recover from Linna's onslaught, started to giggle.
"It's good to see you too, Linna."
She ran over the questions in her mind, and her face fell.
"Linna... that picture next to your bed is like that because you _were_
dead."
Linna blinked. "Huh?"
"You see, the people here found me shortly after our battle with the Apostle.
They were able to revive you. And... everyone's dead except for us. They..."
Priss faltered. "They didn't make it."
The memories of her final hours slammed back into Linna's mind. She put her
hands to her mouth, eyes wide, as she recalled every nightmarish detail of
that fight. By the time she realized that Priss was sitting next to her, she
was crying in her arms.
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A crow settled on the ground in front of her. It was just an ordinary crow,
really. A perfectly ordinary, black, beady-eyed, ugly bird. Just like
Eno-kun. In fact, if her hook dress didn't keep her from running, she would
have rushed up to the bird on stompped on it. Just like she would on Eno-kun.
If he ever arrived.
The park clock struck midnight. Sighing, Sachiko got up and slung her purse
over her shoulder. This was just an ordinary night. Strapless hook dress,
crimson lipstick, killer high-heels, and a date that didn't show.
"I'm starting to become just like Misato," she muttered. A dejected sigh
escaped her lips. "Well, at least Misato's dates show up every once in a
while."
High heels clicking on the stone walk, Sachiko started to walk home after being
stood up again. And waiting for four hours.
The crow gazed at her back, silent, unmoving. Amused.
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