A man was listening to the telephone reciever. It was ringing.
*..ring... Ring.. ring...*
*BeeeP.*
\\Hello, this is the Sampson house hold, please leave a message.\\
"..."
The man, dressed in absolutely nothing other than a full business suit
and tie, pulled the reciever from his ear and scowled at it. Sighing,
his long black hair matched the rythm of his shaking head. He took a
long drag from the ciggrette at his lips before speaking.
"This is JJ, Message for Earl: DUDE. CALL ME."
The reciever was replaced with an audiable *CLANG*, partly because of
annoyance and partly because that damn song was stuck in his head again
(Duke, Duke Duke, Duke of Earl, Earl Earl...).
The man who looked like Ryouji Kaji without the cool had a thought:
Phone + throw = and our young author friend must restrain himself.
"Twenty one phone calls and everyone's out camping. Oh how I love this
day."
The Fourth of July. Symbolises independence and America's bithday.
Grievance: No one home.
Which means...
"Yep, you guessed it. Another fanfic."
Sighing again, he strokes his head, wishing the pain would go away.
"Please refrain from screaming so loud, it annoys the neighbors. Thank
you."
Moving from the living room into the rabbits warren JJ calls his room,
Corley looks at Breetai.
Imatating a western drawl, JJ repeats an old tech on the phone funny.
"Ma'am, I just keep on turnin' the key an pressin' the petal, but the
dang thing won't start..."
Power on
The 486 DX2 that was the great and mighty Breetai awoke from the
infinite vastness that is mechanical slumber to number crunch.
"Must control those run on sentences. Yes. Must."
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Fanfic Starting Point
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(insert untitled Alternate Universe NGE Fic)
Ikari Gendou, Commander of Nerv, looked up from its fist, into the
helmeted visage of Evangelion Unit 1.
"So this is my punishment? I am sorry, Shinji."
Unit 1 swallowed him whole.
As darkness enclosed him, Gendou thought he heard the words, "my
father.. is not without redemption. . ."
Then oblivion.
* * *
Shinji Ikari smiled warmly as he gazed into the eyes of his wife. She
was even more beautiful now than she had been on their wedding day.
"Rei.."
She was smiling back, enjoying the attention she was receiving from her
handsome husband. "Shinji.. Happy birthday, my love."
Shinji blushed as his wife handed him a small box. "Thank you, Rei."
"I know it isn't much.."
"..But I wouldn't have excepted it, otherwise. Yes, this is more than
enough.." He rose from his place on the couch, placing the photograph on
his desk. It was of Rei, his father, mother, Misato, Kaji, Ritsuko,
Maya, Auska, and himself. He remembered that day, three years ago; It
had been taken on his twentieth birthday. Now, four years later, he
still found it hard to not cry when he saw his father's image.
Shinji turned, and took in his small apartment. Rei sat on the couch,
which was in the center of the room, a small table in front of it. To
his left were the bedroom and bathroom; his right, a bank of windows
which also extended behind him. The entrance was also behind him,
leading to the porch and a stairway to the street. Behind the couch was
a doorway to the kitchenette, the dinning room, and the guest bedroom.
This place had belonged to his father. Now, it was his, along with most
of his father's effects.. A rendition of the Seperioth, or tree of life,
was hanging on the far wall behind the couch. He had several of his
father's suits, including the one he wore now.
Rei smiled as she watched her husband lapse into thought. He had that
look in his eyes, the one she knew meant 'I've checked out for the
moment..'. "Shinji.." She called softly. He snapped out of it. "c'mon,
we have a grave site to visit, remember?"
Ikari Gendou had died three years ago, on this day..
* * *
Ikari Gendou looked at the sky above him. Clouds were drifting
aimlessly, a few birds flitting about. Outside, things were quite
peaceful.
Internally, it was hell.
It was the cemetery he remembered. The rows of black headstones were
the same, like sharks teeth pointing at the sky; where one line ended,
another began, each stone poised to sink deep into your soul. This was
the same spot he had stood with Shinji, visiting Yui. Even the hard dirt
under his feet was the same.
But this wasn't her grave.
It was his.
~Well.. This proves that more than one universe may exist
simultaneously with another..~ He mused bitterly, staring at the
inscription: Ikari Gendo, 1975-2015, 'In memory to a loving father'.
"But what of the Instrumentality project? Surely, I was killed.." He
stopped himself. He really didn't want to think about it.
Laughter carried across well in the autumn air. If this had been a
place for such things, Gendou wouldn't have noticed; but it was as much
at odds with the graveyard as he was. He looked to the source as the
sound quieted.
Three people, who he had never expected to see again, were slowly
approaching. It was all he could do to keep standing at the moment,
seeing the face of the woman he loved.
Three people, who had never expected to see him again, suddenly
realized that probability rarely held any qualms when it came to
surprises.
"..father..?"
"..Gendou..?"
"..Ikari-san..?"
".. Yui..?" Gendou had never been harder pressed to stay conscious. He
had recognized Rei and Yui at once.. But this young man who had called
him father.. He did not look anything like the scrawny, young boy Gendou
usually associated with the words 'Son' and 'Shinji'.
But it was no matter, for he had fallen into oblivion yet again.
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Running a universe is rather simple work. It's actually kind of boring,
really.. All a universe needs is a good, swift kick in the ass to get it
going, then it pretty much takes care of itself for a few millennia.
Just be sure to check up on it every once in a while; you know, set the
suns to preheat at 300 degrees Kelvin, mark the timer to go off in, say,
two million years, then bake until nearest planet is a crispy, golden
brown. No prob. Basic recipe, been passed down from deity to deity for
all eternity.
The problem is, what to do in the down time between universal
check-ups. Most gods created life. Some blew up planets. Others created
black holes. He, however, enjoyed having a nice big glass of chocolate
milk. Or three. Thousand.
One could tell two things about JJ Corley. One: That he wasn't your
typical Fan Fiction writer. Two: That a membership at the local Dojo
would remove that spare tire...