I do not own Evangelion or its characters.
IN THE FANFICTION UNIVERSE, THERE ARE TWO DISTINCT BUT EQUALLY IMPORTANT KINDS OF STORIES: STORIES ABOUT ESTABLISHED FRANCHISES AND RELATIONSHIPS THAT ARE WELL-WRITTEN AND INHERENTLY TRUE TO THE ORIGINAL SOURCE MATERIAL, AND STORIES WHICH TAKE COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED THINGS AND PAIR THEM TOGETHER, PROBABLY BECAUSE THE AUTHOR WAS ON DRUGS. THIS STORY IS ONE OF THE LATTER.
The wind whistled across the dusty plain as the harsh sun beat down, scorching the already burning hot sand that served as the ground. The occasional caw of a vulture sounded high in cloudless blue sky as it circled lazily, looking for any dying animals it could prey on. Far beneath the scavenger's steady patrol, a small gas station sat, the attendant behind the counter struggling to stay awake from a combination of boredom and the heat. Glad that no one was around, he snuck the flask of whiskey from its place at his hip and took a slow drink, savoring the taste as it provided relief from his growing dehydration.
Damn...I don't see why they decided to put this place here. There's not even a town nearby, he thought as he glanced out at the far-off highway. He was about to turn back to his precious alcohol when he spotted what looked like a growing cloud of dust coming towards him.
A customer? Well, it's about damn time.
The car finally came to a stop at one of the pumps, sending the brownish cloud of sand behind it dissolving into the air and making the automobile visible. It was a small, soft-top VW Beetle, light blue in color and its license plate read "SPIRIT" in red letters. The top was down to provide its occupants with some comfort, as the air conditioning on the second-hand car had long ago sputtered out. The driver pulled her khaki-colored sandal hat lower to better hide her bizarre features. The teenager who occupied the passenger seat nervously watched as the girl, only a few years older than him, opened the door and stepped out, pressing a few buttons on the self-serve pump and quickly set about pumping gas into the thirsty car. After she ensured that the tank was full, she slipped into the car and handed the brown-haired boy a handful of bills without turning to look at him. He stared at the small wad of money in his hands with confusion.
"Uhh, what am I supposed to do with this?" The scrawny teen inquired. His pale companion's voice was in no more of a whisper as she spoke in an even monotone.
"...I would imagine that the answer to that was fairly obvious. I need you to go pay for the gas, kid."
"...Well, okay, but..." he leafed through the money carefully. "There's more in here than I need. You only filled up the tank, right?"
"Yes, but I'm hungry. We haven't eaten since we left Choshi, after all."
"I know, but I won't be able to get too much. It's just a convenience store-- the most they've probably got is a few old hot dogs and stale potato chips."
"That's fine. All I need is something to munch on and some soda to wash it down with," the girl said as she lifted the brim of her hat enough to make room to slide on a dark pair of sunglasses, the better to hide her appearance.
"All right, I'm going," the boy said calmly as he slammed his shoulder against the stubborn passenger side door, nearly falling out as it gave way.
"Remember, don't bring anything with meat in it. If I ever see another burger again it'll be too damn soon."
"Oh, and Shinji..." he turned back to the girl who still was staring out at the vast desert. "...If you even TRY running out on me or calling the police, you'll be riding in the trunk from now on." Shinji cringed as he walked away from the Beetle to the door of the small building. He'd never seen his abductor do anything particularly violent, but that didn't mean she wasn't capable of it.
The attendant stared at the couple that had just pulled up to the gas pumps. Normally, he didn't care about who his customers were, but something about the woman's appearance had caught his eye. He wondered vaguely if he'd seen her before somewhere, like on a movie or television. He was about to dismiss the whole possibility when she lifted her hat and put on a pair of round-framed sunglasses. He'd only seen them for a second, but the girl had a pair of striking crimson eyes, and just a few locks of loose turquoise hair were visible under her floppy beach-bum hat.
Red eyes...Blue hair...
Suddenly he remembered where he'd seen her before--last night on the evening news. He quickly walked over to the phone set up just a few feet away, then dialed the number for the police.
At the Tokyo-Central Police Department, monotony reigned supreme. It was one of the few slow days they'd had in months--the most anyone had called in for was to report a stolen wallet. Suddenly the phone began to ring. It took a few moments for a police officer with bleached blonde hair to pick up the reciever.
"Tokyo Police," she said monotonously, barely able to conceal her apathy. "...What's your emergency?" She gave a blatant display of annoyance as soon as she realized the man on the other end had a terribly thick Osakan accent. "...A suspicious person, you say? Well, what did he...I'm sorry, she...look like?" She was about to nod off when the man on the phone said something that shook all thoughts of sleep from her mind. "...I'm sorry, can you repeat that description again?" Slowly, the man repeated how the woman outside the gas station had red eyes and light-blue hair. A smile crept across the blonde's face. "...All right, we'll send out a squad as soon as we can. Now where are you?..." She took down the address, frowning slightly as she realized that it was out in the middle of nowhere. "Hmm...we'll be there as soon as we can, but if you could find some way to keep them from leaving, that would be a big help. All right...No, thank YOU, sir." With a grin, she hung up the phone and ran to the desk a few feet away.
Our first real lead in about a week...this is too good to be true...
"Misato! Misato!" she called as she turned the corner of the cubicle wall, only to see her partner sleeping fitfully with her head on her desk. "...Hey, Misato? Detective Katsuragi?" the blonde said formally with growing frustration. Finally she sighed and pulled her trump card. "FREE BEER, EVERYONE!" She yelled loudly enough to get the attention of everyone in the precinct. Sure enough, the violet-haired woman stirred in her seat, mumbling as she lifted her head.
"Hmm...huh? Whassat?" Misato slowly turned her head to see her friend standing there with an annoyed expression. "...Oh, it's just you, Ritsuko," she said through a loud yawn.
"'Just Ritsuko,' eh?" the blonde said with a huff. "Come on, we've got to go! We just got a call--" Before she could finish Misato had already put her head back onto her desk.
"Ahh, you go," Misato said lazily. Ritsuko glared at the woman like she was dealing with a three-year-old.
"Misato, are you drunk?"
"No, I'm just wicked tired 'cause I was up all night drinking," the violet-haired woman said seriously. Without warning, Ritsuko grabbed her by the ear and pulled her up, elliciting a long unbroken string of 'ow-ow-ows' from Misato. "Hey, what the hell was THAT for?"
"Oh, you'd rather just sit here on your ass while your biggest case has the opportunity to get away?" Suddenly Misato's insobriety faded and she stared coherently at her friend.
"...You mean that..." Ritsuko only smiled and nodded at her friend. Misato stood in shock for about half a second before she broke free of the blonde's grasp.
"Well, why the hell didn't you just SAY so!" she yelled as she ran to grab the light-brown trenchcoat and matching fedora that hung on the coatstand that stood near her desk, then slipped both on. Ritsuko sighed as she followed her friend to the parking garage door.
"Why do you always wear that thing? You look ridiculous, you know." Misato grinned smugly at her friend as they both grabbed their police-issue Magnums and slid them into their holsters.
"Well, I am going on a manhunt, after all-- may as well look the part." Misato then turned to the other police officers in the building and alerted them with a loud holler. "All right, people! I'm gonna need about 7 squad cars of 2 officers each! We're heading for the Shamshel gas station off the main highway between Tokyo and Chiba! This might be the day we get her, boys!" With that, a small army of policemen got up to follow their two superior officers, hooting and getting themselves ready before they ran out to their vehicles.
The gas station attendant set down the phone just as Shinji opened the door with a jingle. He quickly regained his composure as the boy gave him a fairly jovial 'hello,' to which he nodded back. The boy didn't give him a second glance as he set about wandering the small aisles of snacks and sweets, looking for anything that his 'chauffer' wouldn't object to.
Hell...how am I gonna keep 'em here for fifteen minutes? he pondered as he watched Shinji grab a few bags of pretzels and walk over to the self-serve soda fountain. After what seemed like an eternity, Shinji walked up to the counter and handed the cashier his purchases, along with 5,000 Yen in assorted small bills.
"Aw right," the attendant said as he glanced over the items, "...one bag pretzel twists, a bag of pretzel bites, two medium sodas, and 3,733 Yen for gas... total comes to 4,100." Shinji pushed the bills closer to the attendant, who leafed through them before handing one back. The boy gave the attendant a curious glance before speaking.
"...What's this? I'm sure I had the right amount..." He didn't notice the cashier's eyes shift nervously around as he desperately searched for an excuse to hold up the boy.
"Uh...well, actually, ya see, umm... This bill has a tear in it." Shinji leaned closer and saw that the 2000 Yen note did, in fact, have a tear running down the center, probably from overhandling. "I'm, uh...I'm afraid I can't take disfigured money."
"Well, I don't see why that's a problem," Shinji said puzzled. "Can't you just fix it with some tape or something?"
"Uh...no. Believe me, I'd fix it if I had tape here, but you see I only JUST ran out this morning, and so there's nothin' I can do." Shinji glanced back at the aisle with a few office supplies in it and pointed suspiciously at the stacks of scotch tape that hung on the rails.
"What about that? Can't you just use some tape from the store?" At that, the attendant straightened up, furrowing his brow in feigned outrage.
"HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH INSINUATIONS ABOUT MY INTEGRITY! I WOULD NEVER STEAL FROM MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT SIMPLY TO CONVENIENCE A CUSTOMER!" Shinji cringed and covered his face at the man's fearful display of anger.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He then grabbed the offending slip of money and handed the attendant a pair of 1000 Yen bills in its place. "Here, take it!" With that, Shinji grabbed the food and prepared to get as far away from the crazy man as he could when the 'crazy man' suddenly remembered that he needed to keep the boy here until the cops arrived.
"Oh, uh, wait sir!" he said as apologetically as he could, to which Shinji paused and let go of the door, making it swing back right in front of him. "You forgot your change!"
Oh, for the love of God... Shinji sighed as he turned back to the cashier and extended his palm to recieve a handful of oddly sized coins.
"Here," he said as he made to give the measly 900 Yen back to the man.
"Oh, no. That's your money. I can't accept it."
"Really, mister--It's not even worth it for me to keep it. You can have--" But suddenly the cashier got angry again.
"'YOU DON'T NEED IT?' WELL, THEN WHY'D YOU CARRY SO MUCH MONEY WITH YOU, HUH? WHY DO YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'VE GOTTA JUST CARRY A TON OF MONEY TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF, HUH! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THAT 'MEASLY' NINE-HUNDRED YEN COULD FEED A FAMILY OF FOUR IN A THIRD-WORLD COUNTRY FOR AT LEAST TWO MONTHS!"
"Huh...wha?" Shinji managed, beyond confused about how the conversation had ended up there. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"OH, I GET IT! YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE SELFISH, 'I-DON'T-CARE-ABOUT-THE-REST-OF-THE-WORLD' PEOPLE WHO THINKS THAT AS LONG AS YOU'VE GOT FOOD ON YOUR PLATE, THAT EVERYONE ELSE MUST BE JUST FINE! WELL, IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO ARE SCREWING UP THE PLANET AND MELTING THE ICE CAPS AND KILLING THE CALIFORNIA CONDOR WITH YOUR APATHY AND I WON'T STAND FOR IT! SO DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT 900 YEN AND DO SOMETHING WITH IT!" Shinji stared wide-eyed at the man as he stopped, panting hard and beet-red in the face from his impassioned diatribe. Once he had calmed down, the cashier went into a lengthy apology.
"I...I'm sorry about that...It's just, you know, I grew up in a very globally conscious home, and, well, the boss has been threatening to cut back on salaries, and...I...I dunno. I've just...I'm just havin' a bad day." Shinji nodded fervently, scared out of his mind by the possibly schizophrenic attendant.
"Oh, no, you don't need to apologize about that..."
"No, no-- it was totally uncalled for. All you were doin' was payin' for what you needed to. You didn't come in here to listen to my problems...and it was rude of me to try and push MY personal opinions on you."
"O-okay, okay, fine..." Shinji said as evenly as he could. "Don't worry about it. Now, it's been, uh...interesting, but I REALLY need to get going, so..." Shinji turned back to the door as he stuffed the change into his pocket and was about to run to the car when he heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being armed.
"Oh, sorry..." the cashier said sounding genuinely apologetic, "...but I forgot-- I can't let you leave." Shinji turned around with his hands in the air, staring at the powerful weapon aimed directly at his chest.
"What! Why the hell do you have THAT thing?" he asked as sweat began to run down his face.
"Hmph. One word: drive-offs. This is a gas station, ya know." The boy sighed as he stood in front of his captor, pondering the disposition of his probably-impatient FEMALE kidnapper.
She's gonna be so pissed off...
The girl in the khaki hat slipped out a cigarette from the carton of her beloved "Testament" brand, then set the end aflame with the slim lighter in the pocket of her denim jeans. She quietly inhaled on the filtered end, letting the relaxing taste of the tobacco take her mind off her 'traveling companion.' After lazily glancing at her watch, the azure-haired girl turned to look at the gas station door.
What the hell is he doing in there?
She had to admit she was getting annoyed, and it took quite a bit for her to get annoyed. After a few drags on the cigarette, she tossed it out of the car and onto the reddish ground that surrounded the Beetle.
Alright...five more minutes and I'm going in to get him.
She closed her eyes and tried to block out the blinding light of the sun overhead as a familiar sound in the distance floated into her ears. The girl ignored it at first, but soon it grew loud enough to be recognizable. Her crimson eyes snapped open with a start.
She quickly leaned back to the backseat and pulled out a long black case. After snapping open the latches and removing the contents, the girl slipped off her sunglasses, their no longer being a reason to conceal her face, and snuck around to the building's other door.
"Now, listen kid..." the attendant said as he kept his gun on Shinji, "...I don't wanna hurt anybody. But your friend out there's dangerous, and so I hadta call the cops. They'll be here pretty soon and then I'll let you go. Understand?" Shinji said nothing, he only stared at the gun as though it would go off if he took his eyes off it for even a second. Neither of them saw the hat-donning girl sneak up on the man until he felt the cold barrel of her own shotgun at his head.
"Understood," she uttered simply, letting her presence and the weapon in her hands fill the cashier with wide-eyed fear. "...Now I think it would be nice if you put that gun down. Someone might get hurt," she said threateningly as she pulled the manual loader back, making a satisfying locking sound. Fortunately, he didn't need another warning. He dropped the weapon with a clatter, which made the girl press the barrel of her shotgun deeper into his head. "I said PUT IT DOWN, not DROP IT! It won't do you any good if that kid ends up DEAD because you couldn't take a few seconds to set the weapon on the freakin' GROUND!" She stopped talking, but instead of silence the wailing of police sirens filled the air as they stopped at random spots in front of the building, accompanied by the sound of a helicopter getting closer to the roof. "Now, I'm only going to ask this once: did you call the police?" The man was silent for a second, then slowly nodded yes. With that, the girl pulled the grip back, loading a shell into the barrel with a click.
"Wait, Rei! Don't kill him!" The girl raised her head slightly to glare at him from below the brim of her hat. Before she could retort, a quite-familiar voice came from outside, assisted by a handheld loudspeaker.
"ATTENTION, REI AYANAMI-- YOU REMEMBER ME, DON'T YOU?" In spite of the dire situation she was in, Rei allowed herself a nostalgic grin.
"Good old Misato."
"THIS IS THE TOKYO POLICE-- WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR THE ROBBERY OF 27 PRIVATE BANKS IN SOUTHERN JAPAN, ENDANGERMENT OF CIVILIANS, ASSAULT OF OFFICERS--"
"--'resisting arrest, grand theft auto, and carrying firearms without a license,'" Rei finished with a chuckle, having heard the list so many times she'd practically absorbed it to memory.
"IF YOU RELEASE SHINJI IKARI AND ANY OTHER HOSTAGES YOU MAY HAVE TO US IMMEDIATELY, WE CAN NEGOTIATE THE POSSIBLE REDUCTION OF YOUR SENTENCING. YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES TO COMPLY."
Rei glanced at the two men in the building with her, then at the foodstuffs in the small area.
"You-- Snitchy McBlabbermouth!" she growled at the cashier, who'd probably wet himself since having Rei sneak up on him. "...Do you have any alcohol in here?" It took the shaken man a moment to stutter out an answer.
"W-well, w-w-we've got beer in t-the iceboxes--" he was cut off by his own howl of pain as Rei pounded the handle of the boomstick into his shoulder.
"Did I ask you for FREAKIN' BEER! 'Cause I know my own voice and I did NOT hear it ask you for some goddamned fermented barley and hops! Did you hear me ask for beer?"
"Uhh, Rei...c-could you calm down--just a little bit?" Shinji said while cringing, hoping not to set her off any more than she already was. In the brief time he'd known her, she didn't lose her temper unless she was in a desperate situation--like this one. Fortunately, the slightly older woman took a breath, allowing composure to settle over her pale face.
"All right! Now that we've got that cleared up...I'll ask you as calmly and as slowly as I can: Do...you...have...any...alcohol?" Without a word, the man reached his trembling left hand to his hip and after a moment held out his flask of whiskey.
"FIVE MINUTES LEFT, REI. DON'T MAKE US COME IN THERE AND GET YOU," Misato uttered through the loudspeaker in her hand. The police cars had formed a bit of a semicircle around the convenience store, while officers had their guns drawn and were using their vehicles as cover. Ritsuko walked over to her friend while keeping her eyes trained on the door.
"Well, the perimeter's set up on the other side now--she's got nowhere to go unless it's up." the violet-haired woman nodded as she kept her focus on the building.
"Hmph-- she's gotta surrender this time, she's got nowhere to run!"
"I dunno about that," Ritsuko said in a sing-song voice. "How many times have you said that and she's managed to sneak out from under your nose?" Detective Katsuragi glared at her friend from beneath her hat, but said nothing. Suddenly there was a flash and the sound of a gun report from inside the building.
"Shots fired--everyone move in!" shouted one of the leading officers.
"Wait, hold on--" Misato tried to yell, but the policemen had already started rushing the door, banging it down upon finding it was locked. At first there appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary in the small shop, save for a clerk tied up in the far corner.
"Get him untied," a policeman said to a pair of officers, who quickly obeyed. Glancing down, he happened to notice that there were a few wet spots on the floor. "...What the hell is that? It doesn't look like water..." Another bent down carefully, then dipped a finger in the substance and put it experimentally to his nose.
"Sir, I think it's alcohol...whiskey, if I could venture a guess." One of the policeman freeing the cashier turned upon hearing this.
"The store doesn't sell anything stronger than beer, sir--I think this guy had it. He sure as hell SMELLS like it." As he said that, he pulled the gag out of the man's mouth. He gasped for breath, then immediately began speaking, no one noticing the pale hand slink out from behind the counter and flick on her lighter.
"S...She's behind the..." Before the officers could even register what he said, the room filled with flame as the lighter made contact with the volatile liquor on the ground.
"What the...?" was all Misato and Ritsuko could utter as the interior of the building erupted in flame. "...Get them out of there!" The rest of the policemen, along with the two detectives, ran at the doors and burst through to aid their brothers-in-arms. Once all the policemen were inside, Rei jumped over the counter, shielded from sight by the flames, then pulled Shinji over.
"Come ON, kid!" she said as calmly as she could given the circumstances. Shinji fell with a bang on the way down, alerting a handful of policemen to their presence.
"THERE SHE IS!" Ritsuko yelled over the roar of the fire. A few of the officers who'd just run in, accompanied by Misato, ran after the two as the bolted for the Beetle still parked in front of the gas pump.
"Ritsuko, get these guys out of here! We're going after them!" the violet-haired detective barked over her shoulder. Rei had already started the engine as the officers got to their cars, meaning that she already had a headstart before the three squad cars could begin their pursuit.
"Damnit, I won't let you get away from me this time!" Misato growled as she slammed down on the gas to catch up with the speedy blue convertible.
Rei smiled as she watched the cars steadily begin to catch up with her, the horns honking in a futile effort to coerce her into pulling over. Dust sprang up from behind the quartet of automobiles as they sped along, the Beetle winding and curving to shake off its pursuers. She succeeded as one took a turn too slow, flipping into the air as its front-left tire hit a sloping rock and just barely avoiding smashing into its companions. Misato's eyes popped out of her head as she glanced back at the officers crawling out of the downed car, breathing a sigh of relief that she hadn't been in its warpath. After a few moments Rei's blue VW skidded onto the highway, forcing a few cars to slam on their brakes or crash into each other; the two police cars blaring after her didn't help matters either.
Hmm, still not getting the hint, Rei thought with a wry grin as she reached over Shinji's lap. The boy turned red and was about to protest her molesting him when he realized that all she was after was the glove compartment. He scooted back as she opened it up to reveal a handcannon, nearly as her forearm, sitting comfortably atop the owner's manual for the car. She gave the massive pistol an appraising glance as she made sure the chambers were loaded.
"Grab the wheel," she said suddenly, awakening Shinji from his shocked reverie.
"Oh, uh..." before he could say anything, Rei turned around at the waist with her foot still on the gas, removing her hat with one hand and setting it in the backseat, which sent her short blue hair flying towards her face from their speed. The car swerved to the right just before Shinji complied, steadying the car's direction as much as he could from his awkward position.
"Keep it steady, damnit! It's like trying to shoot from a log ride!"
"I'm trying!" Shinji retorted as Rei slowly took aim, supporting her strong hand with her left to lessen the gun's recoil. "Hurry up!"
Before he could complain further, he heard the loud report of the handcannon as it went off in Rei's hand, followed shortly after by the screeching of a car missing its front-right tire. Rei turned and grabbed the wheel again, giving Shinji a chance to see the front police car swerve out of control and slam straight into the one behind it. The two exchanged a sigh of relief, followed by a few minutes silence as they sped along the highway.
Misato kicked against the jammed door until it finally gave way, then pulled herself out of her now-totaled police car. She stumbled over to where the other had crashed, not a few feet away. Fortunately, the two policemen who had been riding inside were safely out of the mangled heap of metal.
"...Hey...you two all right?" One was sitting on the road clutching painfully at his leg while the other rubbed his sore neck, but other than that it didn't seem like they'd been seriously hurt. Suddenly a crackling of Ritsuko's voice came over the CB inside the car, and Misato opened the bent door and leaned in to answer it.
"Oh, good-- I'm glad you guys are safe. Did you get her?" Misato sighed into the handheld reciever before answering.
"...What do you think?"
"Well, damnit..." Ritsuko said on the other side of the line. "...On the bright side, we were able to get the fire out over here. It turns out that it was a lot smaller than it looked from outside. No one's hurt."
"...That's good..." Misato said lazily. "...Can you send a few cars to pick us up? We're not too far down the highway." Ritsuko assented before she hung up, to which Misato followed suit. She pulled the fedora of the top of her head and dusted it off, staring off at where her quarry had become a speck in the distance.
Damnit, Rei...I'll bring you in alive even if it kills me.
Meanwhile, the object of the detective's thoughts brought her palm against the back of Shinji's head sharply.
"Ow! What was THAT for?" he said wincing as he rubbed the now tender spot on his skull. He braced himself for Rei to scream at him, but she had reverted to her stoic behavior now that they were out of harm's way.
"...I told you go in and out, not that you get yourself nabbed by a vigilante with something to prove." Shinji glared defensively at the pale girl.
"Hey, I didn't MEAN for that to happen! How did I know he was going to recognize you?"
"Yes, but since you were the one who was actually caught, the fault lies with you."
"What kind of logic is THAT?" Rei quickly raised the handcannon still in her hand to Shinji's face, silencing the boy immediately.
"...Would you rather continue this discussion with yourself in the trunk? Because I'm plenty tired of it." Shinji knew that there was no arguing with such a dangerous woman, so he only groaned and shifted himself so that he was leaning against the passenger side door. He was turning his head to look out the window when he noticed Rei's crimson eyes where glancing in his direction, and of all things, she had an almost inperceptible smile on her face. Shinji tried to pretend he hadn't noticed, but now that he knew she was watching him it made him uncomfortable. He finally turned his head in her direction and growled at her.
Rei only chuckled as she looked back at the road peacefully.
A/N: Well, I'm sure this was a bizarre read :) This story is the brainchild of my love of the Eva characters and my love of the 'outlaw' brand of film and TV shows--it's not really a crossover so much as them in a very different genre :) I had the most fun writing the stuff for Rei--I know she's pretty OOC, but I thought it would be amusing to cast her as the badass outlaw chick and Shinji as the innocent simp who's dragged along for the ride. Oh, and some of the writing, I wasn't just rambling-- I'm one of those people who loved the conversations that went nowhere in 'Pulp Fiction' and I was deliberately trying to invoke that feel. Oh wait, isn't that kind of rambling ?
Well, let me know if you liked it or not--I wasn't sure how people would react to this story, so I'm uncertain of whether or not to continue it. I'd like about fifteen reviews before I start on another chapter-- If you guys want me to continue, more characters will show up and the craziness will only get...more crazy!
P.S.: Play "Spot the Random 'Family Guy' Line!"