Subject: [FFML] [NGE/A!MG/TM!/SM] [SI?] Interfering with Destiny, Prelude.
From: Micah Potasnik
Date: 11/6/1998, 9:33 PM
To: "ffml@fanfic.com" <ffml@fanfic.com>

"'Ey.  I know you're not paying attention... *I* didn't pay
attention when I was you, but I have to try, don't I?  I've come from
the *future* Dane.  I've come to tell you it's all *shit*; they've been
feeding you shit.  There *is* a war going on but it's... we're like ants
on a battlefield.  We haven't the heads to understand even a fraction of
what's going on all around us."

"This whole universe is just... it's like a munitions factory. 
They make BOMBS here, Dane.  We're just the end product of a factory
process carried out by gigantic Manichaean intelligences."

"That's what it's all about; they're trying to perfect your soul;
they're trying to make you like Buddha or Jesus because a perfected
human soul is the ultimate weapon.  That's what all of humanity's
spiritual f**king aspirations amount to; the highest and best thing we
can ever become is a BOMB."

"And on December 22, 2012, the human agents of one of those
opposing forces are going to detonate my soul.  OUR soul.  The
five-dimensional blasts ganna destory the *factory*, which happens to be
our entire space-time continuum.  All the turbulence and chaos in your
time is just the first hint of the shock wave rippling back from
pinpoint-zero."

"Ah, f**k it.  I'm wasting my time here.  You don't even know what
'Manichaen' means, do you?"

"You can't trust them, Dane.  You'll see.  You can't trust ANYONE."

-Jack Frost, "The Last Temptation of Jack"  The Invisibles, Vol. 1.

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<<"Who Want To Live Forever?", Queen>>

	Virtually no city had escaped unscathed from the fury of the 
Second Impact, an explosion that was felt, and in some cases, heard, 
around the world.  Tokyo was no exception, but it had taken the act of 
humans to complete it's destruction, leveling the entire city in a 
prototype Non Nuclear test that had been one of the heralds of a brief 
but bloody war.  The recent signing of the Valentine's Day Treaty that 
had swiftly and violently ended hostilies was the reason that Keichi 
Morisato, God of Creation, Second Class, Unlimited, felt no fear for his 
immortal life as he stood in the ruins of the Nekomi temple where he had
spent so many fond years of his mortal and immortal existence.
	It was no small consolation to Keichi that Megumi, as well as the 
entire Nekomi Auto Club, had survived.  Being smarter than most, the Auto
club had voted to stick together and leave the large metropolis in an 
effort to avoid the quickly developing chaos of a world swiftly cut down 
at the knees.  Megumi had followed Keichi's wishes to go with them, if 
only to placate her worrisome brother.  Then, Keichi had opted to join 
Belldandy, Urd, and Skuld Heavenside, now comforted that the people he 
cared for were as safe as they could be.  
	"Keichi...?"  A soft voice brought him from his silent rumination 
of the past events that had altered his life so drastically.  Keichi 
turned to view his wife, an angel of mercy amid visions of destruction.  
	He smiled, to take away the worry from Belldandy's soft blue eyes.
"I'm all right," he said quitely, "merely thinking about the past."
	The anserw seemed to satisfy Belldandy as she silently wrapped a 
comforting arm around his waist, saying nothing else, merely offering a 
calming and soothing presense as she allways did for him.  
	Gently breaking her embraced, he took her hand in his as he began 
to walk away, when the briefest cry at the edge of his perception caused 
him to stop and turn around.
	"What is it?"  asked Belldandy.
	For a moment, Keichi didn't respond.  "I don't know," he replied 
softly.  "I though I heard something..."  His sentance was cut short as he 
heard the cry, this time more descernable.  It was a cry of niether anger 
or despair, but a cry specifically designed to get his attention.  Unable 
to contain his curiosity, he sliently let go of Belldandy's hand and 
scanned the ruins of the temple for the source of the sound.  A flicker 
of movement drew his eye to a shapeless bundle gently nestled inbetween 
two pile of refuse.  Stepping closer, his eyes registered the bundle as 
a blanket gently and lovingly wrapped around something.  Bending down, he 
slowly lifted the bundle of the ground.  
	The feel of the fabric was the first indication that this was 
something unusual.  It felt clean, not dirty, and the color of the blanket 
was not so much a color but of an abcence of light.  Something warm 
shifted as a pale hand, not his own, reached around to lift a part of the 
blanket to reveal what was inside.  A small femine gasp of femenine 
astonishment and wonder was heard as the fabric parted to revel the 
peaceful visage of a sleeping baby boy.  
	Belldandy took a step closer, slowly removing the bundle from 
Keichi, obviously astonished.  She slowly rocked the baby back and form 
as he nestled closer to her, as the childs sleep continuned uninterupted.  
	"Now, where did you come from, I wonder," said Belldandy as she 
marveled delightfully at the bundle securly tucked in her arms.  Keichi 
simply stared, not from the child's presence, but from it's appearance.  
Slight wisps of snow-white hair was present on the child's head, while 
skin the color of alabaster or white Porceline showed no signs of 
malnutrition to show the child had been abandoned a while ago, or that 
it was sick.  
	Almost as if sensing Keichi's silent observations, the child 
stirred, and it's eye's opened, revealing liquid-yellow eyes and a gaze
that was totally at odds with the owners appearance of extreme youth.  
Smiling, the baby snuggled closer to Belldandy and soundlessly went back 
to sleep.  
	Keichi risked a glance at his wife, and glimpsed something in her 
eyes that he had never seen before in this type of intensity, one that he 
could only describe as 'motherly.'  "What do you think we should do with 
him?" he asked, having a feeling that he all ready knew the anserw.  
	Belldandy smiled.  "We'll take care of him, until we can find 
his parents, of cource."
	A slight wind picked up, which was easily ignored.  That is, until 
the wind caused a rather large peice of paper to collide with Keichi's 
face.  Surprised, he reached up to throw the offending paper away.  He 
was about to do so, until his eyes caught what was written on the paper.  
	Belldandy looked at her shocked husband.  "What is it?"  
	Wordlessly, he handed the paper to her.  
	Her eyes, too, widened in shock, for on the paper, it read:

	"May I suggest Hakone as a temporary location of your domicile 
as you raise the babe?"
						-Kami-sama

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Oh-My-God-What-The-Hell-Was-I-Thinking Productions, Inc. 
is pround to present

Interfering with Destiny

A 
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Ah! My Goddess
Tenchi Muyo
Salior Moon
and whatever else I can get away with  ^_^
X-over

By Micah D. Potasnik

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End Prolouge/Teaser


Author's Notes:

Well.  

For those of you who don't know, Hakone is the future location of 
Tokyo-3.  ^_^  Extra special thanks to Patrick Yip for giving me the 
information.  

Kudos for those of you who caught the Susan Cooper reference.(Most of 
you probably have no idea what I'm talking about...)

This idea has been roling around in my head for a long time.  More than 
a year, I think.  This would be Self Insertion much in the same way NXE 
was Self Insertion(No offense intended toward the Eyrie bunch).  Yes, 
this story did originally start out as a self insertion story, a long 
time ago, hence the tag.

Salior Moon will actually be more of cameo role, and not have that much 
to do with the story.  And no, Kami-sama will not make a personal 
appearance(No offense to Teknos Warhammer  ^_^;;).

Yes, you will find out were the Angels come from... I think.  Eventually.  

And come on, comments, feedback, please, anyone?  Seesh, at this stage, 
even flames would be appreciated.  Style of writing, the idea itself, 
ANYTHING!  
-- -Micah Potasnik potas@i-55.com http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/6195/part.htm "From this arises the question whether it is better to be loved rather than feared or feared rather than loved. One might perhaps answer that we should wish to be both, but since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved. " -- Machiavelli