Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040 Fan Fiction ❯ Bubblegum Crisis 2041: Fallen Angels ❯ Chapter 2
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By: shanejayell 
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 11.06.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
Bubblegum Crisis 2041: Fallen Angels
(A BGC 2040, Neon Genesis Evangelion Fusion)
Part Two
Sylia Stingray waited at the airport impatiently, the white haired woman dressed in a sleek woman’s business suit. Normally she would have popped a few pills to ease her anxiety, but in the aftermath of everything that had happened lately she was trying to cut down.
“Relax,” Mackey Stingray murmured to his big sister, the brown haired young man smiling at her slightly. Since his near death as a side effect of Galatea’s actions he seemed calmer, more at peace as he moved through the world as a human-boomer hybrid.
“Easy for you to say,” Sylia said dryly, pleased that him, Henderson and Nigel were all waiting with her nearby. Having them here comforted her, much as she imagined eccentric family members might do other people.
“Miss Sylia?” Henderson asked, the white haired older man looking at her mildly, “Could you explain how you’ve arranged for their return?”
Sylia gave him a thankful look, knowing he was just trying to distract her but she answered him anyway. “I contacted a military associate of mine to go retrieve Priss,” she calmly revealed, “and two business women I know who live in the Pacific helped get Linna and Nene off that island.”
“I guess that’d be Dar and Kerry,” Nigel guessed, the tall, slightly stubbly man giving her a slight smile.
“I knew they had a boat and as I recall the island Dar uses is nearby,” Sylia said, fighting back a slightly goofy smile. In the weeks since the defeat of Galatea the two of them had grown much closer, so much so that she finally was considering settling down.
Just then the announcement came on that the planes they were waiting for had arrived, and all of them watched eagerly as tired business travelers shuffled by. Finally they heard familiar voices talking, then four figures emerged from the crowd.
“So,” Nene Romanova asked, her light brown hair falling into her eyes, “did you manage to get a all over tan, Priss?”
Priss glared down at her, “I wasn’t out there long enough.”
Misato smirked, “She was a bit red tho. I helped her with the skin lotion, later.”
“Oh really?” Linna Yamazaki smiled as she saw Priss blush, the taller brown haired woman’s skin a golden tan. “Don’t let Nene fool you,” she added with a smile, “we were pretty miserable at first, too.”
Before the conversation could continue they passed the final security barrier and Sylia and the others rushed in to hug them hello. “About time you got here,” Sylia muttered, the taller woman smiling at them fondly.
“Sorry Sylia,” Nene smiled, “a storm hit after Dar picked us up, we were stuck there a bit until the weather calmed again.”
“Welcome back,” Nigel offered Priss a fleeting smile.
With a casualness she couldn’t have managed before Priss smiled up at the big man, “Thanks. You keeping a eye on Sylia?”
“Always,” Nigel answered calmly.
‘There was something between them,’ Misato realized as she watched them talk, ‘but it’s over now, thankfully.’
“Where did you get such wonderful tans?” Sylia asked, looking at Nene and Linna a little bit jealously.
“We were stranded on a desert island,” Linna shrugged wryly, “tanning was one of the few things we could do.” She winked, “They even go all over.”
“Linna!” Nene blushed as she exchanged a very intimate hug with Mackey.
“It’s good to see you are all looking well,” Henderson nodded respectfully and hid his amusement, “I’ll go ready the van.”
“He insisted on driving us out here,” Sylia revealed as Henderson departed, “I think he was as worried as the rest of us.”
“I’m glad we have a ride waiting,” Priss admitted, “I’m so tired from crossing all these time zones I’d probably crash my bike.”
Sylia gave Misato a thoughtful look as she said, “Then I suppose we should be glad you had an escort here.”
Misato smiled wryly, “Sorry Sylia, I didn’t intend to crash your reunion.”
Getting Priss out of Africa had been exactly the logistical nightmare Misato had been expecting. With no paperwork and identification for Priss and trying to keep her background a secret from her superiors Misato had been forced to do a great deal of legal footwork. In the end it had taken all her personal authority and chartering a plane for two to get them out of there.
‘Not that I minded,’ Misato thought as she snuck a look at Priss, ‘since all of that gave me more time to get to know her better.’
Priss met her eyes then smiled slightly before looking away. “Do you think we could get out of here?” she asked, “I’m about to fall over.”
“Sure,” Mackey nodded as they walked away from the gates with their few bags, “we can drop Misato off at a hotel or she can grab a room at the Silky Doll....”
“Actually,” Misato said, “I thought I’d crash with Priss. You mind?”
Priss blushed faintly as everyone looked at her and Misato. “I think that’d be fine,” she agreed. Softly she added to Misato, “Way to keep a secret.”
“I don’t think either of us are good at keeping secrets,” Misato whispered back while they exited the maze of airport halls and out into the sunlight.
“Would anyone mind if I take Mackey home with me?” Nene asked as they climbed in the van, “We have a lot of catching up to do.”
Mackey blushed scarlet as Sylia chuckled softly, taking the front passenger side seat. “No problem,” she nodded.
The seats in the back filled up as they rumbled off, crossing into the battered city of Tokyo itself. In the aftermath of the boomer uprising and Galatea’s actions the city bore many scars, but human and boomer forces were pitching in to help.
“I’m surprised to see boomer construction equipment,” Linna admitted, looking visibly uncomfortable as they passed a rebuilding site.
“They’ve been tested out clean,” Nigel commented calmly.
Sylia nodded, “And the AD Police are patrolling the construction zones constantly, too. Just in case.”
“Any incidents?” Nene asked from where she was sitting cuddling the still cutely blushing Mackey.
“Nothing that can’t be atributted to simple mechanical failure,” Sylia said firmly, “no abnormalities found in the cores.”
The van swung through the city as they talked, finally ending up in the industrial area Priss parked her trailer. As Priss and Misato got out Henderson calmly noted, “I sent people out to maintain your home, Miss Priss. It should be substantially cleaner than you left it.”
“Thanks,” Priss collected her spare keys and smiled wryly as she offered Misato a hand climbing out onto the empty lot, knowing there was teasing ahead.
“Bit of a slob?” Misato asked as they waved goodbye to the others driving off in the van.
“No worse than you,” Priss remarked, remembering seeing Misato’s rooms back at the base.
“True,” Misato grinned, unrepentant. Her apartment could have easily been described as a pig sty, with beer cans and empty food containers scattered about.
Priss lead the way across the lot then unlocked the main door, peering in to see that the usual mess was mostly gone. Only her half assembled bike marred the now tidy place, with a tarp spread around it and parts waiting to be assembled. The music and bike mags scattered about were now in neat piles, and the clothes that hung off object normally were hug up in the closet.
“Wow,” Misato blinked.
“Excuse me,” Priss picked up the pile of magazines and flung them around the room. “There,” she looked satisfied, “now it looks like my apartment.”
Misato walked over and gently put a hand on Priss’ shoulder, “You know, you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
Priss grimaced, running a hand through her hair. “Sorry you had to meet them all at once like that,” she said, “I was hoping we could see them gradually....”
“It’s all right,” Misato hugged the younger woman, their two bodies fitting together with a familiarity both recent and comfortable.
They had been talking at the base canteen a few days after Priss crashed near the base, discussing their love lives or lack thereof. Later on they could have blamed it on the drink or loneliness, but with eyes wide open they had gone back to Misato’s rooms with the intent to have sex. A one night stand evolved into something more, and when Misato found out Priss would need a escort home she seized the chance.
“Thanks,” Priss smiled at her with a tenderness that might have surprised her friends. “Misato,” she took a deep breath, “I love you.”
“Priss?” Misato blinked, feeling sudden tears rush to her eyes.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Priss rushed, “I just wanted to tell you....”
“Hush,” Misato shushed her then smiled, “I love you, too.”
“But what about your post?” Priss wondered.
“My tour of duty is nearly over,” Misato grinned at her, “and I’ve always wanted to get back home to Tokyo.”
Priss grinned, spinning Misato around a moment. “You know, the housing market in Tokyo is brutal,” she remarked as they walked to the bed.
“Then I guess I need to find a friend’s place where I can stay,” Misato mused as Priss threw back the covers, “know anyone interested?”
Priss kissed her lingeringly as she drew her down on the bed. “Oh, I think so,” she laughed quietly.
End
Notes: Breaktherules started me thinking about this on LJ. Wanted to keep it down to two chapters so a lot happens off panel, sorry about that.
(A BGC 2040, Neon Genesis Evangelion Fusion)
Part Two
Sylia Stingray waited at the airport impatiently, the white haired woman dressed in a sleek woman’s business suit. Normally she would have popped a few pills to ease her anxiety, but in the aftermath of everything that had happened lately she was trying to cut down.
“Relax,” Mackey Stingray murmured to his big sister, the brown haired young man smiling at her slightly. Since his near death as a side effect of Galatea’s actions he seemed calmer, more at peace as he moved through the world as a human-boomer hybrid.
“Easy for you to say,” Sylia said dryly, pleased that him, Henderson and Nigel were all waiting with her nearby. Having them here comforted her, much as she imagined eccentric family members might do other people.
“Miss Sylia?” Henderson asked, the white haired older man looking at her mildly, “Could you explain how you’ve arranged for their return?”
Sylia gave him a thankful look, knowing he was just trying to distract her but she answered him anyway. “I contacted a military associate of mine to go retrieve Priss,” she calmly revealed, “and two business women I know who live in the Pacific helped get Linna and Nene off that island.”
“I guess that’d be Dar and Kerry,” Nigel guessed, the tall, slightly stubbly man giving her a slight smile.
“I knew they had a boat and as I recall the island Dar uses is nearby,” Sylia said, fighting back a slightly goofy smile. In the weeks since the defeat of Galatea the two of them had grown much closer, so much so that she finally was considering settling down.
Just then the announcement came on that the planes they were waiting for had arrived, and all of them watched eagerly as tired business travelers shuffled by. Finally they heard familiar voices talking, then four figures emerged from the crowd.
“So,” Nene Romanova asked, her light brown hair falling into her eyes, “did you manage to get a all over tan, Priss?”
Priss glared down at her, “I wasn’t out there long enough.”
Misato smirked, “She was a bit red tho. I helped her with the skin lotion, later.”
“Oh really?” Linna Yamazaki smiled as she saw Priss blush, the taller brown haired woman’s skin a golden tan. “Don’t let Nene fool you,” she added with a smile, “we were pretty miserable at first, too.”
Before the conversation could continue they passed the final security barrier and Sylia and the others rushed in to hug them hello. “About time you got here,” Sylia muttered, the taller woman smiling at them fondly.
“Sorry Sylia,” Nene smiled, “a storm hit after Dar picked us up, we were stuck there a bit until the weather calmed again.”
“Welcome back,” Nigel offered Priss a fleeting smile.
With a casualness she couldn’t have managed before Priss smiled up at the big man, “Thanks. You keeping a eye on Sylia?”
“Always,” Nigel answered calmly.
‘There was something between them,’ Misato realized as she watched them talk, ‘but it’s over now, thankfully.’
“Where did you get such wonderful tans?” Sylia asked, looking at Nene and Linna a little bit jealously.
“We were stranded on a desert island,” Linna shrugged wryly, “tanning was one of the few things we could do.” She winked, “They even go all over.”
“Linna!” Nene blushed as she exchanged a very intimate hug with Mackey.
“It’s good to see you are all looking well,” Henderson nodded respectfully and hid his amusement, “I’ll go ready the van.”
“He insisted on driving us out here,” Sylia revealed as Henderson departed, “I think he was as worried as the rest of us.”
“I’m glad we have a ride waiting,” Priss admitted, “I’m so tired from crossing all these time zones I’d probably crash my bike.”
Sylia gave Misato a thoughtful look as she said, “Then I suppose we should be glad you had an escort here.”
Misato smiled wryly, “Sorry Sylia, I didn’t intend to crash your reunion.”
Getting Priss out of Africa had been exactly the logistical nightmare Misato had been expecting. With no paperwork and identification for Priss and trying to keep her background a secret from her superiors Misato had been forced to do a great deal of legal footwork. In the end it had taken all her personal authority and chartering a plane for two to get them out of there.
‘Not that I minded,’ Misato thought as she snuck a look at Priss, ‘since all of that gave me more time to get to know her better.’
Priss met her eyes then smiled slightly before looking away. “Do you think we could get out of here?” she asked, “I’m about to fall over.”
“Sure,” Mackey nodded as they walked away from the gates with their few bags, “we can drop Misato off at a hotel or she can grab a room at the Silky Doll....”
“Actually,” Misato said, “I thought I’d crash with Priss. You mind?”
Priss blushed faintly as everyone looked at her and Misato. “I think that’d be fine,” she agreed. Softly she added to Misato, “Way to keep a secret.”
“I don’t think either of us are good at keeping secrets,” Misato whispered back while they exited the maze of airport halls and out into the sunlight.
“Would anyone mind if I take Mackey home with me?” Nene asked as they climbed in the van, “We have a lot of catching up to do.”
Mackey blushed scarlet as Sylia chuckled softly, taking the front passenger side seat. “No problem,” she nodded.
The seats in the back filled up as they rumbled off, crossing into the battered city of Tokyo itself. In the aftermath of the boomer uprising and Galatea’s actions the city bore many scars, but human and boomer forces were pitching in to help.
“I’m surprised to see boomer construction equipment,” Linna admitted, looking visibly uncomfortable as they passed a rebuilding site.
“They’ve been tested out clean,” Nigel commented calmly.
Sylia nodded, “And the AD Police are patrolling the construction zones constantly, too. Just in case.”
“Any incidents?” Nene asked from where she was sitting cuddling the still cutely blushing Mackey.
“Nothing that can’t be atributted to simple mechanical failure,” Sylia said firmly, “no abnormalities found in the cores.”
The van swung through the city as they talked, finally ending up in the industrial area Priss parked her trailer. As Priss and Misato got out Henderson calmly noted, “I sent people out to maintain your home, Miss Priss. It should be substantially cleaner than you left it.”
“Thanks,” Priss collected her spare keys and smiled wryly as she offered Misato a hand climbing out onto the empty lot, knowing there was teasing ahead.
“Bit of a slob?” Misato asked as they waved goodbye to the others driving off in the van.
“No worse than you,” Priss remarked, remembering seeing Misato’s rooms back at the base.
“True,” Misato grinned, unrepentant. Her apartment could have easily been described as a pig sty, with beer cans and empty food containers scattered about.
Priss lead the way across the lot then unlocked the main door, peering in to see that the usual mess was mostly gone. Only her half assembled bike marred the now tidy place, with a tarp spread around it and parts waiting to be assembled. The music and bike mags scattered about were now in neat piles, and the clothes that hung off object normally were hug up in the closet.
“Wow,” Misato blinked.
“Excuse me,” Priss picked up the pile of magazines and flung them around the room. “There,” she looked satisfied, “now it looks like my apartment.”
Misato walked over and gently put a hand on Priss’ shoulder, “You know, you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
Priss grimaced, running a hand through her hair. “Sorry you had to meet them all at once like that,” she said, “I was hoping we could see them gradually....”
“It’s all right,” Misato hugged the younger woman, their two bodies fitting together with a familiarity both recent and comfortable.
They had been talking at the base canteen a few days after Priss crashed near the base, discussing their love lives or lack thereof. Later on they could have blamed it on the drink or loneliness, but with eyes wide open they had gone back to Misato’s rooms with the intent to have sex. A one night stand evolved into something more, and when Misato found out Priss would need a escort home she seized the chance.
“Thanks,” Priss smiled at her with a tenderness that might have surprised her friends. “Misato,” she took a deep breath, “I love you.”
“Priss?” Misato blinked, feeling sudden tears rush to her eyes.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Priss rushed, “I just wanted to tell you....”
“Hush,” Misato shushed her then smiled, “I love you, too.”
“But what about your post?” Priss wondered.
“My tour of duty is nearly over,” Misato grinned at her, “and I’ve always wanted to get back home to Tokyo.”
Priss grinned, spinning Misato around a moment. “You know, the housing market in Tokyo is brutal,” she remarked as they walked to the bed.
“Then I guess I need to find a friend’s place where I can stay,” Misato mused as Priss threw back the covers, “know anyone interested?”
Priss kissed her lingeringly as she drew her down on the bed. “Oh, I think so,” she laughed quietly.
End
Notes: Breaktherules started me thinking about this on LJ. Wanted to keep it down to two chapters so a lot happens off panel, sorry about that.