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Chaos Element: Book One	By : Ranwolf Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion > Crossovers Views: 1209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chaos Element: Book One

Chapter 4: Random Days

By Ranwolf

Disney/Buena Vista Studios own the concept of Gargoyles. Neon Genesis Evangelion and related characters are the property of Gainax Studios. They are used without the knowledge and/or consent of the rightful owners. The character of Kenshiro Maza is the property of the author.

Author's note: This story will in no way be canon. It will borrow elements from the original anime and manga, as well as the "Rebuild" movies. All of which are different from each other to begin with.

Shinji walked down the elevated footpath with his two best friends Toji and Kensuke. School had ended for the day and the three of them had met up outside of Kensuke's classroom. They had made plans to show their new friend, Shiro, around the city. Though Shiro had been in Tokyo-03 for nearly two months, he had spent most of his time underground in the Geo-front. The bridge they were on was constructed as a shortcut between wings of their high school.

As they walked, Shinji and Toji had been teasing Kensuke about a girl from the Sci-fi club that had approached him, asking if he was willing to join.

"Kishimoto's a bit odd, don't you think?" Kensuke asked looking at the flier the girl in question had given him. "I mean, to just come up and ask all of a sudden." The handout, covered in bold print and drawings of spaceships and caricatures of aliens, fluttered in his hand from a stiff breeze that always blew in the area, channeled by the various buildings of the school.

"Actually, I think she likes you." Shinji said bluntly. He laughed at his friend's surprised expression. "Well, you're the only one I've seen her hand a flier to."

"Are you sure?" Kensuke looked at the blue sheet of paper more intently.

"Now that you mention it," Toji said with a grin on his face. "She asked me too, but I didn't get a flier." He noticed something and snatched the paper out of Kensuke's hand.

"Oi!" Kensuke protested.

Toji's grin turned into a chuckle as he showed his friend the back of the flier. In the corner, written in neat hand-writing was Kishimoto's name and phone number. "If you don't call this number tonight you're an idiot." Kensuke's face turned red as his friends laughed at him.

The good-natured ribbing among the three friends ended abruptly when they noticed another group of teens approaching them from the other end of the bridge. Upperclassmen all, they approached the three boys with the kind of swagger of self-perceived importance. "Now, where do you three think you're going?" The one up front asked.

Nakashima Kato was a broad-shouldered young man with dark brown hair and thick eyebrows. He could have been called handsome except for the fact he seemed to have a face placed on a skull designed for someone else, giving him a "odd but not sure why" kind of appearance. He was essentially the school bully, rarely seen by himself outside of class, he pretty much terrorized and extorted money from younger students. Most were to frightened of him to complain to school authorities. It was rumored once that he had blackmailed a girl into servicing him and his friends, but it was never founded.

"We don't want any trouble, Nakashima. We're just passing through." Toji said, trying not to sound nervous.

An eyebrow arched upwards on Nakashima's face. "Trouble? Unless you want trouble, you'll hand over whatever cash you have in your pockets. This is a toll bridge after all."

"Now hold on a minute." Indignation replaced whatever nerves Toji had.

"Looks like someone grew some balls," one of Nakashima's friends said, a malicious grin was on his face, as he began cracking his knuckles slowly. The other one started snickering from behind him. "Great. I could use a new coin bag."

Shinji's eyes widened at the threat. As much as he believed they wouldn't do anything that crazy, he wasn't about to take the risk. People were insane now a day. "Chotto matte. Wait, things don't have to go that far," he said, trying to come up with something to defuse the situation before it got worse. "We can work something out."

Nakashima looked at Ikari with an annoyed expression on his face. "Nani?" He sneered at the younger boy. His hand flashed out and grabbed Shinji by his shirt. "You think 'cause you pilot some faggoty lookin' robot you can tell me what to do?"

Shinji's eyes darted around, hoping to spot a teacher to stop this. Things were getting out of hand.

"Well?" Nakashima snarled. His friends were cheering him on, yelling suggestions and encouragement.

"I-I..." Shinji's stammering was interrupted by a sudden WHUMP and the walkway shook slightly, as if something hit it.

"There a problem?" Someone asked. Nakashima released/pushed Shinji, who fell on his rump. Shinji turned his head and was surprised to see Shiro standing a short distance behind Toji and Kensuke, his large wings folding around his shoulder. It took a moment for Shinji to realize what hit the path was Shiro landing. Shiro placed a reassuring hand on Toji and Kensuke's shoulders as he walked past the two boys. He helped Shinji to his feet. "You alright, brother?" he said in english.

Shinji looked at Shiro in surprise. Brother?, he thought. Shinji nodded. "D-domo."

Nakashima's initial shock wore off and was replaced with irritation at basically being ignored "Oi, who the fu-"

"I asked you a question." Shiro interrupted with a tone of contempt.

"Nani?" The bully's face twisted with anger. First to be ignored, then interrupted?

Shiro whirled around, his wings flaring out to the sides, as his eyes ignited with controlled fury. "Is. There. A. Problem?" He punctuated each word with a menacing step forward. He got into Nakashima's face, his fangs bared as if he was preparing to bite his nose off. Nakashima backpedaled quickly. He lost his balance and ended up on the floor himself. He looked back, and saw his friends were already at the end of the bridge, running as fast as their legs could take them. He turned back and saw Shiro over him his face now neutral, but his eyes still burned like flares. "This school belongs to me now. I find out you fuck with anyone else, we're gonna have a little chat. And you don't want that. Got it?"

Nakashima gulped audibly. "H-hai..."

Shiro blinked and his eye-lights extinguished. "Good," he said. He turned his back on Nakashima.

Nakashima took this as a dismissal. He scrambled to his feet as he ran.

Shiro looked at his friends with a grin on his face. "They out of ear shot?" he asked quietly.

Shinji leaned to the side. Looking past Shiro, he saw Nakashima pull open a door and duck inside. "Hai."

At that, the young gargoyle visibly relaxed. "Whew! Thank the gods for that. I don't think I could've taken all three of them."

Toji's jaw dropped. "You were bluffing?"

"Sorta," Shiro replied with a sigh. "I would've done what I had to. If a fight broke out, I don't know if I could've won. I could probably handle two of them, but three?" He shook his head.

"We would've helped." Shinji said. As he said it, he realized he meant it. He would've aided his friend if a brawl had started. He was reasonably certain Toji and Kensuke would have gotten involved as well.

Shiro smiled. "That's good to know. Hopefully it won't ever come to that."

/^0^

Shinji was alone in the apartment watching television. Asuka had gone out with Hikari to the local shopping center to pick up a CD she had been looking forward to by some pop singer he never heard of. Misato had taken Pen-pen to the vet for his regular check-up. He was flipping through channels looking for something to watch. He was about to call Toji and Kensuke, to see if they wanted to hang out for a while, but realized it wasn't possible.

They were at the hospital getting tested. Toji's sister had developed leukemia and Toji was going crazy with worry. He had asked virtually everyone in school if they were willing to be a marrow donor for the girl. Unfortunately, only a small percentage was willing to even get checked. Shinji and the other pilots had volunteered to get tested, but his father and Dr. Akagi had forbidden them to do so, saying if any of them were a match, the process of extracting the marrow was too intrusive a procedure and would impede their duty's at NERV.

He tried to argue the fact with Shiro being a back-up pilot, any down-time the procedure would entail would be a moot point. Ikari would not listen.

Shinji sighed to himself. He was about to get up from his seat to get a drink when he heard the door to his apartment open, then quickly close. Asuka walked in. She was humming a song as she strolled over to the couch and plopped herself down, pinning his legs as she turned the armrest into a pillow. Shinji winced slightly at the force she dropped herself onto his legs. She smirked at him as she snatched the remote from his hand and flipped to a German-language channel. "I was using that, you know." He didn't really mind, there was nothing on that had caught his interest.

"Now I'm using it. Your taste in TV sucks."

"You never complained before." Shinji replied. He adjusted his legs some to be more comfortable with Asuka's weight on them.

"I was trying to be polite."

"For two years?"

She gave him a dirty look and turned her attention to the TV. "Stupid Shinji," she muttered under her breath.

Now Shinji was confused. He wasn't sure if she was in a good mood or a bad one. He let out a sigh, and settled down to try to understand the program that was on.

In the time he had known Asuka, he had picked up German from her. He couldn't have an in depth conversation in the language, but he could understand the jest of it as long as it wasn't spoken too quickly. Unfortunately, the channel they were watching didn't take his rudimentary understanding into account. Ten minutes later, Asuka finally spoke again.

"We should have gotten tested."

"Eh?" The comment caught Shinji off-guard.

She turned away from the TV and look Shinji in the eyes. "I'm talking about Miyuki-chan."

"Oh. That..." He made a face that told Asuka that he had similar thoughts. "You heard what my father and Dr. Akagi said. We can't."

Asuka sat up from her place and looked at him. "That's the thing. There's no good reason why not. The chances any of us being compatible are already slim. And even if you, Ayanami, Shiro, or me are compatible, it's not like NERV is short on pilots. And what are the odds an Angel will attack at the same time?"

"I know that. I said the same thing to Odu-san. But, he doesn't want to listen. He won't explain why either." Asuka could see the frustration in Shinji's face as he spoke. She was there when they argued about that. She remembered him becoming more and more frustrated at the calm, impassive continence of the Commander. He wanted to do something about the situation, but couldn't think of anything without disobeying his father.

"What if we went anyway?" she asked suddenly.

"Nani?"

"You heard me. Let's go anyway. What's the worst that could happen?" Shinji barely took a breath to reply. "Don't answer that."

/^0^

Shiro was starting to have second thoughts about coming to the shopping district alone. Almost from the moment he arrived in the area, people had been following him from store to store, as he searched for some things he needed for his place. NERV had thought of almost everything he would need, except for sheets for his bed. It wasn't that big of a deal, but it was rather annoying. He was planning to come here anyway to buy a sewing machine, which earned him an odd look from the middle-aged woman that ran the store.

Fortunately, the people following him never entered the stores after him. They would just watch through the window, sometimes taking a picture with their cell phones whenever he picked something up. He had tried giving them the slip a few times, but his wings, even folded down, made him too easy to spot. After a while, he just gave up and did his best to ignore them.

As he was walking towards a music shop, he stopped short when something caught his interest passing a sporting goods store. He looked through the large window; passed the display of various baseball bats, basketballs, and sports uniforms, and focused on something he had always had an interest. A grin formed on his face as he decided to go in, the music store temporarily forgotten. He caught some looks of recognition from the staff. He walked purposefully to the area of the store devoted to archery.

He looked over the assorted bows, from japanese yumi to english longbows.

A store clerk walked up to him. "Um sumimasen," the young man said, looking apologetic for disturbing him. "Has that been happening for long?" He pointed to the small crowd that had formed outside the store.

Shiro sighed and rolled his eyes. "Almost as soon as I showed up."

"Well you are famous, Maza-san." Shiro made a face. "Gomen." The clerk decided it would be best to forget who Shiro was at the moment. "So, how can I help you today?"

"I'm just checking out the bows."

"Archery is a great sport. You have any experience?" The clerk, Uryu, going by the name tag, asked as he pulled several examples from the shelves and placed them on the counter, commenting on the pros and cons of each type. Shiro had the feeling Uryu was a archer in his own right.

"Some. My mom taught me back home. She's really into it." A slight frown formed on Shiro's face at the thought of his mother. He missed her deeply. The patience she had in teaching him the proper use of the bow. He could easily picture the joy on her face when the two of them would have mini competitions. The loser had to wash the dishes after dinner. Even when he had decided to use a western style bow over the yumi, she still enjoyed their time together. She had a knack for cracking him up when he was trying to concentrate on the target. He let out a sigh and willed his mind back to the present. "Anyway, I saw the display and decided to take a look."

"I see. Did you have a particular type of bow in mind? "

"Well, I used the yumi for a while, believe it or not. But I didn't have the patience for the ritualized way of using it my mother taught me." Shiro shrugged. "I just wanted to shoot. So, I started using a re-curve bow. Not as accurate, but more fun."

The clerk nodded in understanding. "If you're thinking of taking it up again, I can recommend a few models." The next few minutes the two of them talked about the bows presented him. By the time they were done, Shiro had put down a down payment for a bow that they did not have in stock at the moment. He was about to leave when he noticed the crowd that had been following him around had grown larger.

The gargoyle let out a groan of disbelief.

"We can call the cops to get rid of them if you want." Uryu said, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"No. No, don't do that." A thought came to Shiro after a moment. He turned to Uryu with a hopeful look on his face. "You wouldn't happen to have access to the roof of this building, do you?"

The question took Uryu by surprise. Realization dawned on him almost immediately. He grinned. "As a matter of fact, we do."

/^0^

After covering a shift for an ill Satsuki, Maya wanted nothing more to get to her small apartment, curl up in her bed and watch the Special Edition Blu-Ray of Heavenly Sword. She had loved the game when she was a girl and when the movie adaptation began filming she was skeptical of the quality like many others. That is, until footage of the film was released. She remembered being awe-struck at the amount of people trying to get tickets on the first day. She was fortunate to have a cousin that worked in the theater at the time.

She was about to take a turn that would have taken her directly to her building when she saw a number of signs warning that there was road work being done. A road worker with a reflective flag waved her towards the highway. Oh no, she thought. If she remembered correctly, taking the highway added a good twenty minutes to the trip. With a defeated sigh, she turned as ordered. The only bright side, at this time of the night there was little traffic.

She drove on in silence, hoping to reach her exit soon. As she drove, she realized there was a slight, but noticeable thunk coming from the engine. Maya's brow furrowed as she concentrated on the sound, trying to discern what it could be. The dashboard flickered, and then with a sudden lurch, the engine died. "What the?" she cried out, alarmed.

Stunned, she coasted down the road for about a half of a kilometer, before she pulled over into the emergency lane. She turned the key, but the engine only came back to life for a couple of seconds before dying again. Maya let out a small whimper, as she hit her head against the steering wheel. "I don't need this."

She got out of the car, and stared at the vehicle. "Okay. I can do this; I work with some of the most advanced technology on the planet. Fixing a car engine is child's play." She retrieved a flashlight from the trunk and then walked over and opened the hood of the car. She stared at the engine compartment, moving the light from one section to another. "I think… no… maybe if I… no…" Maya's confidence began to deteriorate rapidly as she examined the all too unfamiliar machine. Finally, her head dropped into her chest in defeat. "I can't do this. I don't know anything about car engines."

She reached into her car and retrieved her cell phone. She called her friend Kaede to let her know what happened and to arrange for a ride to work the next day.

As she spoke to Kaede, she noticed headlights coming towards her. "It looks like someone's coming Kaede-chan. Maybe I can get some help."

"Alright, but don't you dare hang up on me," Kaede replied. "You never know about people sometimes."

Maya let out a short giggle. "You're really paranoid you know that?

The driver of the oncoming vehicle slowed down and pulled up beside her. It was a red and black pick-up truck with a white logo on the door, an oval with what looked like a three-pointed crown.

"Do you need any help, miss?" asked an oddly accented voice from the cab.

"Um, I'm embarrassed to say my car died and I have no idea what's wrong with it."

"Hmm." The man paused for a moment as if deciding what to do. "Do you mind if I take a look? I might be able to figure it out."

"Oh no, you don't have too. I was about to call a tow truck…"

"Don't worry about it. 'Sides, I help you, eventually in the future someone helps me. Karma, you know." The man parked his truck in the emergency lane and exited with a flashlight in hand and walked around to the front of Maya's car. Maya felt her throat hitch for a brief moment after getting a good look at the man. He was a tall, handsome man, with strong features and short dark red hair. "You're not Japanese?" It was more a statement of surprise than a question.

The man smiled wryly. "Is it that obvious?"

Maya blushed. "Go-gomen nasai. I didn't mean to offend you."

The man waved it off. "Don't worry about it, happens all the time. Try to start it." He took Maya's flashlight and peered into the engine.

"H-hai." Maya reentered the car and turned the key.

"Maya-chan? What's going on?" Kaede asked over the phone.

"Oh. Gomen. The other driver is going to see if he can figure out what's wrong with my car."

The man's head popped out of the side into view. "Try it a couple more times." Maya did as told. As she did so she explained what had happened just before the car died. After a minute, he made a motion for her to stop. He walked over to her with an apologetic expression. "This car's a 2013, right?"

"Hai."

"Alright then," he said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is, I think I know what happened with your car."

"And the bad news?" Maya asked, dreading the answer.

"If I'm right, the engine has to be dismantled to fix it. I think your crank shaft snapped."

Maya felt the blood from her face drain.

"Maya-chan, what did he say?" She repeated the diagnosis. "Ooh, that sucks. Do you want me to come get you?"

"Hai. Arigato."

"Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes. I'll call a tow truck for you." Maya ended the call.

"Is your friend coming to get you?" The man asked. Maya nodded. "Alright then, I'll stick around and keep you company until your friend shows up." He walked over to his truck, and pulled down the door to the truck bed to sit down.

"You've already did so much just trying to help. You don't have to stick around."

The man looked at her. "Karma," he said simply.

A small part of Maya was relieved at his answer. As certain as she was she was safe, she didn't relish the idea of being by herself in the middle of the highway at night. She approached the man. He sat quietly watching her, as if waiting for her to reply. She gingerly sat down besides the man and introduced herself. "Ibuki Maya des."

The man smiled softly at her. He shifted his position to face her and held out a hand surprisingly devoid of engine grease. "It's nice to meet you Maya. I'm Alexander Xanatos."

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