Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Justice Complete ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Neon Genesis Evangelion
Justice Complete
Part 2




JC looked out over the ocean. The storm yesterday had come and
gone, leaving most of Key West under water. Those crazy enough to
venture out were doing so in a boat or some other form of flotation
device. JC sighed as he picked up the phone and hit speed dial three.


"Lone Palm Airport. How can I help you?"
"Frank?"
"No, it's Billy."
"Oh. Hi Billy. Is Frank still patching the holes in his plane?"
"No JC. Luckily he finished yesterday before the storm front
moved it. He got the Dancer out soon enough that he was able to charter
a few people around the island."
JC chuckled. "The Hemisphere Taxi." He laughed some more. "So
is he busy?"
"No. I'll get him. Hold on a sec."
"Alright." JC heard the phone being placed down. "Doo, be, doo,
be, doo."

"Bama here." Frank's voice sounded slightly irritated.
"Frank, hi. It's JC. I need a ride."
"I'm not floating your ass across the island for beer."
JC shook his head. "No, nothing that trivial. I'm going out of
town for a few days and figured you could use some quick cash."
"This won't be like your last 'trip' where I ended up getting
fifty some odd holes blasted in the sides of my plane, is it?"
JC almost chuckled at the thought of the Colombian drug runners
shooting at him. "No, nothing that bad. I need a charter to Tokyo."
"Which one," Frank was sounding more and more annoyed.
"3" It was a simple response.
"JC! That's a war zone. Tokyo-3's a hell of a lot worse than
Columbia. If I even considered taking you there it'd be exorbitant.
JC smiled and wished Frank could see him. 'Maybe I should have
gone to his place to do this,' he thought, 'nah.' "Hazard pay, fuel,
damages new and old, twice your normal rate, and even a thousand up
front. Does that sound fair to you?"
Frank went silent for a moment. "Y-y-y..." he stammered,
"you...you're serious?"
"Of course. You know I'm good for it all too. I'll even have
your grand in cash."
Frank composed himself and began acting like a businessman rather
than a shocked child. "You going to need a ride back?"
"I'm not sure. I'll give you a call if I do."
The phone went silent for a moment as Frank discussed the job
over with Billy. It didn't take too long before the decision had been
made. "Alright, but if see so much as a single bullet, yours or NERV's
I'm doubling the hazard pay."
"Fair enough. I will see you tomorrow at 14:30 hours. Is that
an acceptable time?"
"Better make it 15:00 hours."
"Very well." JC placed the phone down and looked out over the
ocean. In the distance he could see the storm front moving away from
his little island home. With a sigh he resolved himself to go pack his
bags and prepare for what might be the hardest hit he'd ever make.




Another beautiful day had settled itself down upon the great
fortress city of Tokyo-3. What was left of it. A large white seaplane
glided over the city. The Hemisphere Dancer dipped down and began its
decent into the fortress city.

JC frowned as he looked out the window of the plane. This was
the last place in the world the young assassin wished to be. He could
see the city pass underneath him in the dying twilight. Never one to
break a promise, when JC professed that he and his friends would meet
again he assumed it would be on better terms.

"Tokyo tower this is Grumman Goose N40SB requesting permission to
enter a landing approach."
"Sorry Goose. There's no landing space available. We're going
to have to route you to Tokyo-2."
Frank looked at JC. "Jace, you got a way through this or am I
taking you to Tokyo-2?"
JC turned away from the window. "Give me the radio."
Frank handed over the radio. "Here ya go."
JC took the radio. "Tower. We're a NERV supply plane carrying
cargo for the new Evangelion."
"Goose this is tower. We need identification that you are with
NERV. Landing codes please."
"NERV ID: JC78968-US09709."

There was a moment of silence as the numbers were examined.
"Goose. We apologize for the problem. We still are incapable of a
ground landing. Can you wait?"

JC looked to Frank. "Is the Dancer still able to land on water?"
Frank looked confused. "Of course why?"
JC pointed to the Ashinoko lake outside the city. "That enough
water for you?"
Frank looked to where JC was pointing. "Yeah, but I'll need to
make a few passes before landing."
"Fine by me." JC turned the radio back on. "Tower this is Goose
N40SB. We're going to attempt a water landing."

"Goose. This is Tokyo Tower. Are you capable of actually
landing on the water?" The operator's voice sounded unsure and
slightly confused.
"Hai. We're a seaplane. We'll be landing on Lake Ashinoko. Is
that acceptable? We have vehicles and will move the equipment
ourselves."
"Request granted. NERV and we have cleared you. Happy landing,
enjoy your stay."
"Arigoto Tokyo Tower. Goose signing off." JC turned off the
radio and looked at Frank. "How's that for a trick up my sleeve?"

Frank gave his passenger a confused look. "When we land you are
giving me a GOOD explanation as to why you have a NERV access code."
JC smirked. "Simple. I worked for NERV a while back."
Frank glared at JC as he turned the plane and prepared to enter a
landing approach.



The landing took no time. JC and Frank were on the ground before
either knew it. JC grabbed his large green seabag and was headed
towards the door before the props had stopped moving.

JC jumped out of the plane and landed on the soft, damp ground a
few feet from the water. The young assassin took a few steps before he
placed his bag down and began rummaging through it.
Frank climbed down from the plane and walked upto his psychotic
friend. "Jace. What're you upto?"
JC looked up from his bag. "Looking for something." Quickly his
returned to his search. After a moment he grinned and pulled a large
wad of green paper from the bag. "Come 'ere Frank."
Cautiously Frank stepped upto the younger man. "Yeah?"
JC handed the large wad of paper over. "Here you go. Full
payment including fuel, hazard, and damages from my last trip." He
smiled and picked the bag up, throwing it over his shoulder. "Trust me
buddy, you earned it all."
Frank quickly leafed through the cash. "Remind me again why I
fly you around."
JC turned and began walking down the street. "I'm a good tipper.
I tossed an extra grand in there."
Frank eyed him suspiciously before he recounted the money. As he
looked up to thank his client he saw JC was already gone from his
sight, mixing in with the burnout buildings. Frank Bama just shook his
head and climbed back into his plane.



Tokyo-3 had been beaten within an inch of its life, repeatedly.
Every time it came back stronger. Unfortunately so did those out to
destroy the city and the world's humans.
The city's residents were scared and many were leaving. This
left plenty of open homes for squatters, bums, and "visitors."

JC silently strode through the empty streets mentally mapping the
city. He took note of certain buildings using them as landmarks. Most
obvious were the armaments buildings, which he knew would not be gone
if anything were to happen.


Construction crews could be heard in all parts of the city. JC's
decision was simple. Find an empty apartment close to the target and
prepare for his job. He had no hard time finding an empty apartment
which was only a few blocks from his assigned target.

JC entered the building and made his way to an empty apartment on
the fourth floor. He knew the layout well. Simple two bedroom, single
bath, with a kitchen...something reminiscent of his own home. JC
placed his bag down and took a step away from the door. Violently he
reared back and kicked the door, it flew open causing a loud boom to
crash through the empty building. Sluggishly JC picked up his bag and
made his way to the nearest futon.
Three days for jet lag and minimal sleep had finally taken its
toll on the Latino assassin. JC was soundly asleep the moment he
touched the futon and was dreaming the moment his head hit the pillow.




Cicadas chirped as the sun rose over the armaments and few
buildings of Tokyo-3. JC stirred back to life as the sun streamed into
the small bedroom the assassin had fallen asleep in.
The muscular assassin stood rubbing his eyes. With a loud yawn,
JC stripped off his clothes and made his way to the bathroom. Filling
the furo with near scalding water JC mused that for the first time in
nearly six years he would enjoy an actual Japanese bath, with oils
and differing water temperatures.
Not since he and Kiyone had moved from Tokyo-3 to Nevada had the
young assassin enjoyed a Japanese bath. With a resigned sigh he
climbed into the scalding water and found himself filled with sweet
memories.
As far back as he could remember since he and Kiyone had became
lovers they had always bathed together until the pair moved away from
Tokyo-3. It had been a sort of privileged time between them, where they
could chat while soaking in the warm water. JC had greatly missed
those times when they moved to Nevada, but now, he would gladly give
up using a furo ever again if it could bring his lover back.


JC closed his eyes as he dumped cold water over himself, before
taking the bathing accessories and going through the usual motions he
used to perform day after day. He couldn't really find any peace of
mind, however, as he used to. His mind was focused on the memories of
a life long since gone and one long since changed.
The memories of his old life as a NERV security officer and a
caring human slowly began to wash over him. Specifically the memory of
his and Kiyone's last day in Tokyo-3.

JC rubbed his lover's shoulders. "Got the new orders
today. They came across my terminal for the whole unit."
Kiyone sighed as she leaned deeper into her partner's
gentle hands. "Mmm. Do tell. Where do we go now?"
JC brushed a lock of aquamarine hair off of Kiyone's
shoulders. "One of the few places a beach bum like myself would ever
think of going."
Kiyone smiled and looked up at her Latin partner. "What,
the desert?" She giggled happily.
JC smirked as he picked up the bucket of cold water and
poured it on her head. "Truthfully, yes. They're sending us to the
Second American Branch in Nevada. You know the one sitting on top of
the old Area 51 base."
Kiyone shivered under the cold water. "Don't do THAT!"
She turned to look at JC. "Why the Second Branch? I thought we'd be
going to Germany to look after the Second Child."
JC shrugged. "Dunno. The orders just showed up on my
terminal. I'm going to have to tell the rest of the unit tomorrow."
Kiyone smiled and kissed JC. "It's good dating the boss.
I always know what's going on before everyone else."
JC frowned. "Please tell me that's not the only reason
you're dating me."
Kiyone's smile widened. "I love it when you look hurt. It
makes you look so human and less like the Commander." Kiyone shivered
again. "He frightens me."
"Same here. I'm just glad I don't report to him."


JC poured the freezing water over his muscularly scarred body.
"I have to stop living in the past. Kiyone's gone, but why can't I let
her go?"
Almost as if someone were with him JC felt the answer whispered
to him. "Because I still love her," he told himself.


JC didn't spend anymore time in the bath. Quickly he toweled off
and dressed in a black T-shirt, black jeans, and wrapped the towel
around his neck. As JC looked around the apartment it amazed him how
many personal possessions were left in this apartment. He assumed that
the person or persons that lived here were either dead of had left in a
hurry.
JC picked up his seabag and removed a large army blanket. JC
rolled the blanket out revealing numerous handguns, disassembled
rifles, ammunition for each weapon and explosives. Included in the
handguns were a classic Colt .45 and a .38 Special Smith and Wesson
revolvers.
Meticulously to the point of being anal-retentive JC studied each
weapon. The coming preparations would become his sole purpose until he
finished, or was distracted. He double and triple checked each handgun
for any possible chance of jam. Picking up the Colt he spun the
chamber making sure it would fire when needed.
JC stood and walked over to his armored trenchcoat. Spinning the
Colt on his finger, in the same way the cowboys of old did, he placed
the gun in a holster attached to the inner left side of the coat. JC
repeated this action with the Smith and Wesson.

The assassin returned to the table where he began piecing a solid
black M-16 back into one piece. Within a minute the powerful rifle was
no longer pieces but a high power killing device. JC placed the rifle
down and picked up a magazine, which he began filling with explosive
.50 caliber rounds. With surgical care JC filled the magazines in a
near vain attempt to not blow himself and most of this building into
microscopic pieces, which would also inform NERV of his presence.


The preparation took the better part of three hours to come close
to being half finished. JC's watch beeped signaling him to take a
break for nourishment. The young man looked at the simple wristwatch
and acknowledged the time. "Two o' clock?! No wonder I'm starving."
JC picked up his hip holster and strapped it on, loading the dual .50
caliber Desert Eagles into it.
Reluctantly he hefted his heavy trenchcoat and wrapped his body
inside it before he exited the small apartment. JC closed the door as
best possible and strapped a brick of C-4 to it before turning and
exiting the building in an attempt to find at least a noodle stand
that might have survived and be open.


After an hour's search on the city's outskirts JC found himself
in a rather expensive and stylish restaurant that seemed to refuse to
close in the aftermath of so much destruction. Though expensive the
young assassin felt he deserved the chance to enjoy a good Japanese
meal, seeing as he didn't know when he might return to his second
favorite country.
Two sushi boats, an order of Tako Balls, and a plate of tempura
and curry rice served as the needed meal and a bottle of sake provided
the necessary distraction from reality. JC ordered another bottle of
sake as the waiter came to deliver his check.


Laughing and enjoying themselves Kaji and Misato entered the
restaurant. They were quickly ushered to a table on the opposing side
of the building from JC.

JC sipped the warm sake and slowly he began to feel the tension
of this recent assignment flow from him. Until the familiar giggling
of a purple haired Japanese woman caught his overly heightened hearing.
He spit out the warm drink as he caught sight of Misato and Kaji.
"Check please," he called out in Spanish tinted English.
The waiter delivered the requested bill, which JC paid
immediately. Without waiting to be noticed JC pulled his coat closed
and rushed off down the street. Within seconds he was gone and hidden
within the maze of destruction.

"Shit, shit, shit! That was TOO close. They almost saw me. Its
too early for me to be seen. I haven't even given the ultimatum yet."
JC spent the next hour making his way through the remnants of the once
great city, to ensure he was not being followed. When he felt safe JC
made his way back to the apartment he was "borrowing."

JC spent the rest of the daylight hours ensuring his equipment
would be in perfect working order for when he left tomorrow to complete
his given task. When he was finally pleased with the way his armaments
would perform JC reached into his seabag and removed a simple cardboard
box. Reaching into the box the young man removed an object wrapped in
plastic bubble wrap.
From the safety of the bubble wrap JC removed a hefty hourglass.
The sand on the bottom of the time keeping object was a white sand of
familiar origins. "Key West sand just like I ordered. Perfect." He
re-wrapped the hourglass and returned it to its protective box.
The young man picked up a piece of stationary and a pen. Quickly
he jotted down a note in bad Kanji, a skill that had gone to waste over
the years. JC added the note to the box and made his way to find to
the home of his target.




A nearly exhausted Kaji entered his apartment, and immediately
knew something was wrong. Reaching under his shirt he removed his
pistol. Kaji flipped the room light on in hopes of confusing anyone in
there, silently he scanned the room looking for what was wrong.
Light glinted off an object next to his kitchenette. Kaji
holstered his weapon and walked over to the object. Sitting there
before him was an hourglass that was slightly over a quarter empty.
Attached to the time device was a note written in badly scripted Kanji.
Kaji observed the note in a futile attempt to read the message.
After a moment of intense scrutiny Kaji translated the message.

"This glass is 24 hours full. When it has emptied I shall
return. Your hours are numbered, make them count."

Kaji dropped the note and gazed at the hourglass. "Damn.
Seventeen hours left." Kaji fell into a chair. "Well I was beginning
to wonder how long I had left."
Kaji took a lasting looked around his small apartment. His gaze
fell upon a small framed Polaroid of himself and Misato from their
college days. Kaji picked up the photo and studied the image of the
two young lovers.


Misato and Kaji held each other close as they walked
through a near empty park. The sun was setting just past the tree
line, giving the landscape a brilliant flame orange tint that seemed to
glow and reflect off every object it encountered. Silently they walked
through the park ignoring everyone until they found an empty bench.
A young boy with a Polaroid camera ran into their path and
yelled out "Smile!" The pair of paramours allowed fake smiles to cross
their young features as the boy snapped the picture. Kaji paid the boy
for the photo, who then promptly ran off.
Kaji placed the photo in his shirt pocket before taking
Misato's hand and led her to the bench. He seated her and gazed
lovingly at her. "Misato-chan. I have something I need to talk with
you about."
Misato nodded. "So do I." Misato returned Kaji's gaze.
Not wanting to waste time Misato jumped right in and blurted out what
she needed to say. "I'm leaving. I'm going back to live with
Ritsuko."
Kaji stared blankly at the purple haired love of his life.
"What? Why?"
Misato looked away from her boyfriend. "Ritsuko's right.
I have almost no chance of graduating at this point. I have to change
things. This isn't your fault Kaji-kun. I'm sorry."
Kaji removed the photo from his pocket and studied it
immensely before setting it aside. When he looked to Misato she was
gone, and Kaji could barely make her out in the distance as she walked
away from him. Kaji sat there for hours watching the horizon upon
which Misato had walked out of his life.


Kaji shook the memory away as he set the frame down on the table.
Muted Kaji removed a small felt lined box from a drawer. Inside the
box was a simple gold ring with a diamond in the center surrounded by
amethyst, blue opal, rubies, and sapphires. Kaji mused over the ring
as he picked up the phone.



Misato entered her darkened office to a strange sight. The chair
behind her desk was facing the far wall, away from the door. Misato
reached under her bomber jacket and removed her pistol.
The chair spun around to reveal a shadowy figure seated behind
the desk, with a pistol drawn and aimed at the Major. With the flip of
a switch a red laser beam appeared between Misato's eyes. "Konniti wa,
Kit Kat-chan."
Misato lowered her gun and looked quizzically at the figure
behind the desk. "How do you know that name? The only person to ever
call me that is dead. I personally attended his funeral."
The laser disappeared back into the darkness. "Did you see the
body of the so called deceased?"
Misato looked confused. "What?"
"Did you see the body of the man known as JC?"
"Of course not. It was a closed casket ceremony."
The figure smirked in the minimal light. "Then how do you know
he's dead?"
"What do you mean? Who are you?"
The figure flipped the switch next to his head causing the
overhead lights to flash on brilliantly. "I am he who has betrayed
himself and his allies."
Misato covered her eyes and squinted. 'I don't remember these
lights being this bright,' she thought. "What are you babbling about?"
The obsidian clad figure smiled warmly and leaned forward. "Kit
Kat-chan. I am wounded that you don't even recognize me. I
immediately recognized you."
Misato scanned the man with arrant interest. Her eyes scanned
every visible portion of his body. From his well formed tan face, to
his broad, ebony-clad shoulders, to the dark trenchcoat he wore. She
could just barely make out the telltale signs of a revolver under his
left arm. Suddenly Misato dropped her gun and her jaw.
Misato's hands came up to cover her mouth, more in shock than
modesty. "Jay-JC?" Quickly Misato rushed to her Latin friend and
wrapped her arms around him.
JC awkwardly returned Misato's hug, over the years he'd forgotten
how emotional his Asian friend could be. After a few seconds his fears
melted away and began returning the hug with as much ferocity as Misato
was giving. "Been a while, hasn't it Misato." JC strained against his
human nature not to let his emotions become evident.
Tears streamed down the purple haired Major's face and began
soaking into JC's armored coat. Years of pent-up emotions toward this
man, that had once been as close to her as Ritsuko and Kaji, surged
forth in a current of warm tears that lasted for well over ten minutes.
As the tears subsided Misato looked up at her friend, her beautiful
eyes usually full of life were now red and puffy from the pain.
'Pain. Is that all I have to offer people? Pain and death?'
This thought was the only one that JC could concentrate on as he looked
at his old friend. JC's aged and scared face looked up at Misato's
youthful and almost carefree features as he reached out and wiped a
single remaining tear from her cheek. "Your tears are reminiscent of a
spring rain that could fill valleys, but beauty such as yours should
never be marred by tears."

As he spoke the words JC could see the change in Misato's
features. "Why do you cry Misato?" If a verbal answer was expected
then to say the bitch slap that knocked the assassin from his chair was
the last thought on his mind. JC lay prostrate on the floor looking up
at the woman whom he once called friend and had hoped for more from.
Gently he held a hand over his cheek where he'd been slapped. He could
almost swear the scar that ran down the side of his face was bleeding.
Misato stood over the older man with her hands on her hips. "You
BASTARD! Seven years! No one here has heard from you in seven years.
Ritsuko and I attended your funeral when the Second Branch said you
were dead." Misato fumed as she stood over her friend. "Why did you
do that to us?"
JC looked away from his one time friend. "Because I've changed.
I'm not the man I was back in college. I've done things no human
should ever have to do."
Misato glared at the weakened man on the ground before her.
"Like what? Huh? Tell me, what could be so bad that you would kill
yourself off from everyone?"
JC groggily stood and leaned against the desk for support. "You
really want to know?" Misato nodded. "Fine. Where do I start? With
the day Kiyone died and I gave up my humanity, or the day I sold my
soul to Satan and began killing people? Or maybe you'd be more
interested in how in all the years you've known me you don't even know
my real name, and how in," JC looked at his watch, "six hours I'm going
to live upto it."
Misato fell into her chair. "Kiyone's dead? I-I'm sorry."
Misato swallowed the lump forming in her throat and looked at the man
who seemed to blend into the shadows. "When, how, why didn't you tell
us?"
JC sat on the corner of the desk. "Would it have made a
difference? She died in action, was awarded the US Purple Heart, and
was given a rank commendation, but none of that mattered because she
was dead." JC placed his sunglasses over his eyes attempting to his
the slow forming tears.
Misato reached out and took her friend's hand. "I-I'm sorry. I
didn't know. I knew how much she meant to you." Misato's gaze moved
up into her friend's protected gaze, but she knew he was looking right
into her eyes. "You really loved her."
JC nodded almost mechanically, it seemed as if his vocal
capabilities had just flipped off much like a psychological barrier to
prevent him from feeling the full aspect of the pain.
Misato stood and embraced her friend once more, futilely hoping
that he would shed a tear with her. She knew that the man in her arms
was no longer the man she had met almost a decade ago. This man was
someone new he was, "The Hourglass Assassin!" Slowly Misato backed
away from the man at her desk and looked at JC.
JC flinched at the use of his working name. Idly JC stood and
began moving towards the door. "Yes Misato. I am the Hourglass
Assassin." JC placed his hand on the door handle and turned to his
friend. "Misato, please. Go home, get out of here and go home.
There's something important waiting for you there."
JC turned back to the door and began to head into the hallway
when Misato's voice captured his attention. "Who are you here to kill?
JC who is your target?"
JC stepped into the hallway. The door was nearly closed behind
him when he finally answered. The reply was simplistic and to the
point. "Kaji-san." The door closed and the man known as the Hourglass
Assassin was gone once more from the life of Major Katsuragi Misato.





*Chibi Dude Slayer does official Author's Jig*

TDS: Man, oh man, oh man...I hate myself. I swore I'd have this whole
thing wrapped up in 2 parts. But like everything else I do, NO!
It wasn't. Damn I hate myself. I REALLY wanted this done in two
chapters with an epilogue taking place during EoE. Okay some of
you may have noticed that this has deviated SLIGHTLY from the Eva
timeline, well don't sue me please. I have only seen the first
12 episodes, so I think I'm doing pretty damn good for having to
rely upon fanfics and second hand information.

CDS: At least he uses useful sources. Rakna, Strike Fiss, and Axel.
You know the guys that are the GODS of Eva fanfiction.

TDS: *places 2x4 down* Uh, did you just say something nice again?
CDS: *looks to TDS* Yeah, so?
TDS: *tosses 2x4 off camera and smiles* No reason, still not
expecting it. *looks to camera* So did anyone catch the mention
to Rakna's awards? ^_^ I know shameless for me to pitch that
in, in a vain attempt that someone out there will vote for me at
next year's awards.
So people, how'd you like this story? Okay, I know what you're
thinking. Kiyone = Tenchi Muyo!
Well yes and no, same name TOTALLY different character. I like
the name Kiyone and was wanting to use it for something, and this
seemed like a good story to use it in.

CDS: I still say you're recycling animè characters.
TDS: Fuck you. *looks to camera* Again I don't own anything in here
except JC.
Also I'd like to send out props to Lord Deathscythe who pre-read
the first chapter for me. Check his page out there's a link on
my page leading to the Dark Lords and Ladies of Fanfiction, a
great place for loads of Eva fics.

CDS: You have no life
TDS: You're no better. You're just like me, only three feet tall.
CDS: Yeah but at least I get to hang out with animè chibis. All you
have are your stories.
TDS: *grins evilly* Don't forget who carries the magical keyboard of
your doom.
CDS: Ohhh, scary.
TDS: See you later people. I'm going to have fun picking on Chibi
Dude Slayer for a while. Maybe teach him some respect. Hmmm...I
wonder what he'd look like with a tail.
CDS: *looks frightened and runs off*

Ja ne