"'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