Ok, for Stanza Four.. this is still very rough, but I need opinions and my co-author, Skills LTD., is in Utah pending processing to Korea. So, see.. I'm relying upon you.

  Have fun, now.


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NGE:HD Rough Draft (St. 04)

Ludicrous Configuration! Productions
              Presents
A Neon Genesis Evangelion Alternate Universe
      By JJ Corley

      "What IF God was one of us, eh? You'd be ridin' the subway, all
honkey-doory, and some bearded dude bumps into ya, and you're all like
'Hey, watch it pal!' and give 'em the bird. And then, Bamph! You're like
this pile of ash with eyes as God tips his hat and says 'Excuse me,
asshole'. That would Suck!"

                              Evangelion: Honor's Duty

      Maya looked around. This was her chance. The lab was completely
void of all personnel, save for herself and Akagi. Tonight, she could
finally ask her beloved Sempai to dinner!

      That is, she could, if she didn't lose her Nerv.

      Taking a deep, calming breath, she strode forward, determination
echoing in her wake. "Sempa-"

      "Doctor Akagi."

      Maya eeped and skuttled backwards.

      "Oh, good. You're finally here, Commander Ikari."

      Maya glumly went back to her station as the two began to talk
about giant bolts, Angel remains, and things that go *ping*. She began
to think dark thoughts.

      `Damn, stupid, jerk Ikari.. always ruining my plans!` She grit
her teeth and groaned. "oh, why must the world be such a cold, dark, and
lonely place? Why? Wh-"

      *Riiing*

      Maya blinked at the phone. It responded by ringing at her again.
Muttering vague curses at, for, and about Gendou, she picked it up.
"Hello, Nerv, Lab B, sub-section twelve, level 14, box A, route fou- oh,
hell. What?"

      "Give. Me. Ritsuko."

      Maya blinked again. "Captain Katsuragi?"

      "GIVE. ME. RITSUKO! NoW!"

      Maya "Yipe!"ed, fell over backwards, and scambled on all fours
over to where Gendou and Ritsuko had been toying with a few things,
hiding behind the blond doctor and pulling on her lab coat. "Sempai! I'm
scared!" She pointed at the phone in her hand as her commanding officers
gave her a blank look. "m-m-misato's mad about something!!" she
whimpered.

      Ritsuko looked from her watch to the phone, and sighed. "'Bout
time.." She said as she took the offending object from her unnerved
assistant. "So, what's wrong, Misato?"

      "YOU! WHAT'S THE BIG IDE-"

      "Shinji will be staying with us, Captain. That's final."

      "..." and then a confused, "..But, WHY?"

      From behind Misato, Shinji could be heard saying "{Really, I
don't mind at all.}"

      "Quiet you!"

      "Misato. We have jobs. We need to be at our jobs to save the
world. Not to mention earn money for your beer budget, right?"

      "Of course! What els-"

      Ritsuko cut in. "When Rei gets out of the hospital, she'll need
someone to look over her during the day, and we can't ignore our
responsibilities here! Shinji is the logical choice."

      Misato's voice dropped down a bit. "But, Rei Likes him! I can
tell. What if..?"

      "They have sex? Do the wild thing? Enjoy themselves a bit?"

      "Err.. yeah."

      Ritsuko ignored the glare Gendou was giving her. "As long as
it's of mutual consent, I don't mind."

      "They're sixteen, for christsakes!"

      Ritsuko sighed again. "They also hold the fate of humanity in
ther hands. The world's continued existance is placed on their
shoulders. Who are we to tell them not to enjoy themselves during what
little time we may have left?" After a moment of silence, she continued.
"Face it captain. One or both of those kids may die during these trying
times. If they want to find happiness in each others arms, who the hell
are we to tell them no?"

      "Yeah.. but.."

      "But?"

      "He's hitting on me!"

      Ritsuko began to laugh.

[_}~`\-/'~{_]      Neon Genesis Evangelion: Honor's Duty
  ^ " ^            Stanza Four: Livin' La Vida Local.

      As she closed her Cel phone and turned to face a rather non-
plused Shinji, Misato bowed slightly. "Gomen.. I didn't mean that I
don't want you with us.."

      "Funny," He said in a flat tone. "That's what it sounds like."

      "Ah heh heh.. Sorry.."

      Shinji shrugged. "It's ok. I mean, you just met me twelve hours
ago, and who knows? I may be some kind of peeping tom or something."

      "Are you?"

      Shinji folded his arms, looking indignantly off to the side. "Of
course not! I have some Honor, you know. I would never spy on anyone
without them knowing about it."

      Misato, eyebrow raised, 'Hummnn'ed softly to herself. "Izzat so.
Glad to hear it. Now, come come, we have to buy stuff for the party and
get you settled in." She said, going around him and pushing from behind.

      "I can walk, you know."

      "But you look so statuesque!"

[_}~`\-/'~{_]
  ^ " ^

      "What am I supposed to do..? How do I handle this..? I'm his
Mom, but at the same time, I'm not!"

      "..."

      "It's just so confusing! I love him, but what can I do about it?
Isn't being with him, when it's me, like incest?"

      "..."

      "I mean, it might not come to it, but.. if I'm around him too
much.. you know, I may just.." she blushed, "And He may just.."

      "..."

      "..are you even listening to me?" Rei asked of her guest.

      "..yes." came the emotionless reply.

      Rei shuddered and leaned back into the hospital bed, her gaze
traveling from her guest, who was no better off than she was in phiscal
condition, to the bedside table, and the small white flower the other
girl had brought with her. "Thank you.. for the rose.. and for
listening.. I feel better now."

      Her guest got to her feet, and stode quickly and silently
towards the door. She opened it with the hand not in a sling, stepped
through, and stopped -turning her bandaged head slightly. "If you wish
to be with him, then do so. Current standings belie any moral assuptions
you have on this matter.." She paused, turning to look at Rei once more
with a single crimson eye. "Do what makes you happy."

      "Kizuko.. I'll try."

      Kizuko Ayanami, the second Rei, nodded once and closed the door.

[_}~`\-/'~{_]
  ^ " ^

      *Skreeeeeeeeeeee-Kerplunk!*

      Yet another 90 degree parking job courtesy of Misato. Shinji,
who had yet to get used to such things, pulled his body from the door
and attempted to get out of the car. The door opened slightly, then
stoped.

      "Misato?"

      The older woman, who was already out and grabbing groceries,
stopped and looked over the trunk at him. "Yeah?"

      "Too close to the wall."

      She winced. "Opps, sorry. Ritsuko has her own car and I don't
ride with passingers much."

      "I can tell.." Shinji said as he crawled through the driver's
side and to freedom. Car + Misato = Speedy 4-Wheeled Coffin.

      Shinji looked around himself. It was a nice high-rise apartment
complex, with the rooms built around an open rectangular courtyard, a
skylight twelve stories above. Each floor had 24 apartments, with a half
wall and guard rail on the upper level corridors. The courtyard had been
arranged so that it was part garden, part parking, and part snack shack.

      "Shinji.." He turned to look at Misato. "Heads up!"

      One, two, three grocery bags were caught and he looked at her
blankly. "You could have asked me to carry them instead of throwing them
at me, you know."

      "Just testing your reflexes."

      He sighed, looking inside the bags he carried to the food
within. "I suppose you want to test my culinary skills as well."

      The trunk clicked shut and Misato walked towards the apartment
complex, another three bags in her arms and Shinji in tow. "Well,
Ritsuko and I have an agreement.. she cooks and I clean. But, I'm sure
that if you want to fix dinner, She wouldn't mind." She stopped and
pressed the call button for the elevator, and it pinged open instantly.
She steped inside.

      And waited. "Arn't you getting on?"

      Shinji gave the elevator a dubious look. "I've been in one too
many metal boxes today. There's some stairs over there. What floor?"

      "Are you sure you want to do that, Shinji?"

      "Yes. What floor."

      "Tenth."

      Shinji looked to the stairs. `Uh uh.. no way am I walking up
that many stairs.` He looked to the inside corner, and followed it with
his eyes up to the tenth floor, nodding. `I'll do it the fun way, then.`
He placed the bags into the elevator and smiled. "See you at the top."

      Misato sighed. "Well.. don't be too long about it.. I'm not
going to wait forever, you know. Apartment nine twenty two.."

      Shinji nodded again, waiving as the doors closed on Misato. He
then ran for the corner, and lept straight up, landing on the 2nd floor
railing, startling an elderly gentleman sitting across from it. Before
the old man could say anything, Shinji was gone, having jumped to the
third.

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  ^ " ^

      Ritsuko was about to swipe her keycard through the reader and
unlcok the front door when two things happened. One, the elevator gave a
pleasent *Bing*! as it opened, revealing Misato. Two, and more
surprising, Shinji suddenly landed on the guard rail directly across
from her. She watched him pause, then hop down and walk towards the
elevator, grabbing a handful of bags.

      "Damn, you beat me." He said.

      Ritsuko calmly walked over to the railing and looked down,
meeting the unbelieving stares of those who were looking up after the
young martial artist's passing. Misato did the same.

      Shinji joined them a moment later. "Oi, whatcha lookin' at?
Oh.." He gave a sheepish grin to those below. "Err.. Sorry 'bout that.."

      "Shinji.. You didn't.. jump up here, did you?" Asked Misato in a
small voice.

      "Not from ground, no. Had to do it diagonally from floor to
floor, see.. I could have gotten here in one leap, if you lived on the
second or third floor, but.. err.." He stopped as both women gave him an
odd look. "What?"

      "Nothing. I need to sit down.." Ritsuko said, shaking her head,
while Misato opted for a more conventional saying.

      "I need a beer.."

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      "So then.. this is our Enemy.." Fuyutsuki said in awe.

      Gendo poked it with a stick. "Not so tough now, are you,
Sachiel?"

      The Angel, being quite dead, couldn't tell Gendo to bugger off.

      "You there!" hailed Fuyutsuki to the Tech crew above them. "How
goes the removal of the core?"

      "Almost -" *ClunK* "Ok.. we are done."

      The large platform decended, and the Techs made room for the
Commander and Sub-Commander. Gendo removed his gloves, pressing his
scarred hands against the warm, slick surface of the S2 organ.
"Execelent.. It is in almost perfect condition.."

      "Yes, save for the minamal amount of degradation due to the host
being deceased." Fuyutsuki agreed. He turned to one of the Techs. "Is it
still active?"

      "As near as we can tell, with the equipment and knowledge we
have.." She said, holding up a voltmeter and pressing the studs to the
S2 organ, "no sir, it is not. It seems to have gone into a.. stand-by
mode or something. No radiation or gasses are being released.. and it's
currently thirty two degrees celcus, with a water content of 80%." She
gave it a look. "If it had stripes, I'd say it was a big watermelon."

      "And you can tell all that by using a voltmeter?"

      She nodded. "It can even project an approximate hair loss ratio
due to stress and genetics. Wonder of modern technology, ain't it, sir?"

      Fuyutsuki was sorely tempted to use it on his head, but was
saved by his master's call. "Yesir?"

      "Contact the third Nerv branch in the US.. and tell them to
expect a delievery."

      "The third, sir..? Why not the second, in Germany? Some of our
top researches are there."

      "I am more concerned with what the black box's would do if they
had access to research derived from this."

      Fuyutsuki nodded. "Probably dance a jig."

      "Indeed. A merry Irish jig, over our graves." Gendo slid his
glasses back up. "A condition neither of us want."

      "Uh huh. But the Comittee has spys in Nerv-Three as well."

      "Yes, but they are American. And what do Americans do with
important information..?"

      Fuyutski chuckled. "Black mail you and keep quiet if you pay."

      "Exactly." He nodded to the Techs as he pulled his gloves back
on. "Box it up."

      The two turned and headed out of the containment bay. "Gendo =
Genius."

      "Why, thank you."

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-JJ Corley
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