Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Problem Child ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

“Trust dad to send his most incompetent lackey to pick up his daughter. Bitch is late.” Yuko slammed the pay phone back down in the receiver. The automated voice message about lines being down was getting annoying. Looking down at the picture she had of her pickup she couldn’t help to think ‘slut’. The woman in the picture was wearing cut off shorts and a top that cut low enough to show a lot of breast as she bent over for the camera. While Yuko could appreciate the view, it said a lot about the woman’s character that she would send such a provocative picture to a complete stranger.

Sighing she shoved the picture into her back pocket and looked up hoping to see her ride pulling up to the sidewalk. Instead she saw a girl about her age across the street. Short blue hair, pale skin and red eyes seem to stare back at her. The school uniform dress she had on fluttered lightly in the wind.

As she was about to call out to the girl a group of helicopters flew overhead distracting her. Looking up at them Yuko whistled at the amount of armaments they had loaded on them. “Peaceful nation before the 2nd Impact and now they got plenty of war machines.”

Turning back to view the street again revealed that the girl she saw before was gone. Looking up and down the street showed no signs of the girl. Shrugging her shoulders, Yuko picked up her bag and guitar intent on getting some directions to this NERV place. Looking at a convenience store across the street as her first destination she set off. Three steps toward the store ended when one of the helicopters from before came spinning down from around the mountain it originally disappeared behind and crashing into the said place of shopping sending glass and heated air from the explosion into the street.

“The fuck….?” Yuko looked up at the sound of something making the ground shake. The figure was like something out of a bad Godzilla movie but not. Large shoulder guards protected what should have been almost uselessly thin arms as it walked on just as useless looking legs. The damn creature shouldn’t be able to hold its own weight, let alone walk. In the middle of its body was a glowing sphere surrounded by rib like bones and above that was a bone looking mask that seemed to be the creature’s face. The helicopters from before were flying in reverse unleashing their payloads into the creature with little effect.

Not being a stupid girl, Yuko did what most rational people would in such a situation. She ran like hell in the opposite direction and nearly got hit by a car coming around the corner. Slapping her hands on the hood of the vehicle that almost took her life she looked up at the driver in shock.

“Holy shit! The slut!” There was a slight twitch in the woman’s eye at the comment from the young girl.

Yuko quickly ran around the car to the passenger side, threw her bag and guitar in the back seat and dived into the front. “Want to live lady?! I think you should drive!” Yuko gave a quiet thanks to unknown powers that she had keep up her Japanese even living abroad.

Misato was annoyed. First, she was late in picking up her boss’s daughter, now an angel was attacking the city and finally, when she does show up to the pickup site, the girl isn’t there and she almost killed a punk rocker chick that was too stupid to find the shelters. Now said punk girl was telling her to drive without the girl she was sent to pick up. Accenting this was the fact they were in the direct path of said angel so she couldn’t really argue with the logic of driving away. Gendo was going to fire her then have Section 2 goons kill her for this fuck up.

As she was driving away from the station Misato had a thought. Turning toward the punk girl she asked, “Was there anyone else at the station with you? Young girl, about your age? Dark brown hair, brown eyes, Japanese?”

Yuko looked at the woman. “Nope, saw some albino girl, but I think she ran away. Why, was there someone else you needed to pick up? Good chances with that Godzilla movie monster back there they are pretty much dead I think.”

Misato hung her head. “Gendo is going to kill me for this.”

“Why?” The honesty of the girl’s question caught Misato off guard.

“I was supposed to pick up the daughter of my boss at that station, but because I was late she is more than likely buried under a pile of rubble. I bet her ghost will be haunting me later.” She turned toward the girl in the passenger seat. “So, why were you there? All civilians were supposed to be evacuated to the shelters.”

“I was waiting for one of my dad’s incompetent lackeys to pick me up. She was late, but it worked out.” Yuko smirked at the older woman.

Yuko’s head bounced off the dashboard as the car screeched to a halt. Misato whipped her head toward the girl. “You’re Yuko!”

“Damnit that hurt!” Yuko replied as she rubbed her head. “Yah that would be me. Now start driving again before we end up dead by that thing back there.”

Grimacing at the fact the girl was right Misato gunned the engine putting as much distance as she could from the angel. Her face softened when she looked over at Yuko still rubbing her head. “Sorry about that, but you don’t look anything like your picture. The face matches, but everything else….” She motioned in general to Yuko’s hair, face and body.

Pinching her nose in annoyance Yuko hung her head. “Do you have this picture?”

“Yup, right here, plus read this packet.” Misato handed the young girl a small picture and another NERV handbook, this one with Top Secret stamped on the cover. “The handbook that you receive with the first letter was just a rules and regulations, this one will explain what NERV does.”

Yuko put the book aside and looked closely at the picture. The child in the photo was wearing a pea green jacket with button shoulders, and a collar. On the collar was a pair of gold chevrons marking some rank. Over her left pocket was a short line of ribbons and a single metal pinned. The girl herself had wavy brown hair and almost a full pout going toward the camera. “Yup, explains a lot seeing this picture. This was when I was in a private military school in Germany… over three years ago. The hard asses there wouldn’t let me have my piercings in at all and never let me do my hair right. Granted, I didn’t have half the piercings back then as I do now. Tells a lot about father if this is the most recent picture he had of me…. fucking bastard.”

“Half the piercings? How many do you have?” Misato suddenly felt the need she should have kept her mouth shut.

Yuko’s grin was mischievous and evil at the same time. “Well, besides the ten I have on my face you can see I also have a tongue stud and three other rings elsewhere. Want to guess where?”

Misato turned crimson when her brain finally registered where those other three might be. “No, I’m good.” She replied with a slightly sick smile.

“Well, shit, no fun there…” Yuko leaned back against the seat and looked toward where the angel was in the distance. “Hey, what is going on now? All those military guys just pulled away.”

“What?!” Misato pulled out a pair of binoculars from next to her seat and leaned over Yuko, much to the young girl’s delight. A ride, a save and a free show? What can beat that? Her contemplation on the effects Misato’s breasts had on her head was cut short with a shout from said woman. “GET DOWN!”

The bright flash of light was not really expected, but the shockwave was worse, tossing the car and the two girls inside around as they rolled across the highway. When the car stopped Yuko discovered that besides being great hanging features, those wonderful fun bags made for good cushions when the military tries nuking your ass.

Yuko peered between the twin peaks her head was resting in at Misato’s blushing face. “So, if the military nuked us, does that me we are going to die of radiation poisoning? If so, could we hurry to see my dad? I need to choke the shit out of him before I die.”

Misato pulled herself out from under the girl and helped her get up as well. “No, that was an N2 Mine. Think of a clean nuke. No radiation problems but all the landscaping and population control of a normal nuke.” She sighed looking at her car that was lying on its side. “Help me out here.”
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Yuko could get use to this authority thing. The car was a bit trashed but getting to loot an electronics store (and a music store next door to the place) was something she could get into. Misato had taped up all the loose body pieces to keep them from raddling so much and had wired up a bunch of spare batteries to the engine giving the car plenty of power to make it to the NERV ‘secret base’.

She did seem a bit annoyed at Yuko though. It might be attributed to the brand new 100W bass amp she had grabbed from the music shop and shoved in the back of the car. Her guitar case was a bit banged up, but she had packed it extra tight for the flight so the instrument should be fine making it so she didn’t feel the need to snag the fretless Fender she saw in the shop.

“I can’t believe you did that! NERV is supposed to help people, not loot local businesses!” Misato huffed at the girl.

“Hey, not like I was alone in the crime. You only needed 2 batteries for the car, yet you grabbed like six. Trying to cover the cost of the damages later on the black market?” That damn infuriating grin was on Yuko’s face was really pushing Misato’s buttons.

Misato sighed. “Well, I left my card and a note there to charge NERV for the losses. Just try to stay out of trouble. There is an image to maintain.”

Yuko popped a piece of gum in her mouth and smiled at Misato. “No promises.”

“All I ask is that you try.” Looking away from the girl something clicked in Misato’s brain. “Hey! You didn’t have that gum before!”
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“Ok, just admit that you’re lost. It will be better for your ego in the long run.” Yuko had already read and dismissed the ‘Top Secret’ NERV hand book. More rules, some tripe about protecting the world and a large serving of bull shit. Now she was currently getting the informal tour of a secret base by a lady that was supposed to work here.

“Listen, I’m Operational Director of NERV. I’m just… taking the roundabout way.” The weak grin didn’t help her argument.

Yuko gave her a dull look. “Listen, there is some monster you call an angel currently attacking this base and you’re the ‘Operational Director’ so you should be wherever the big wigs are, right? I’m short on time as well, got a brother’s grave to visit, an old man’s jaw to break. Just call for some help so we both can reach our goals.”

Yuko could swear there was steam coming out of Misato’s ears when she picked up the service phone.
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Ok, it was official. Her dad was collecting lackey babes. Ritsuko Akagi was tall, leggy, a little smaller in the chest area then Misato and leading them both wearing just a lab coat and a very nicely fit swim suit. She acted like the big sister to Misato’s irresponsibility and seemed an ok person. Needed to learn how to dye her hair better although as her roots were showing.

“So, this is the 3rd’s replacement? Has the Marduk Institute said anything about it?” The habit of Ritsuko to talk as if Yuko wasn’t there was quickly getting annoying.

“Yup, and I think the paperwork has already been sent off for review. She should get a formal approval in the next week or so.” Yuko grimaced as Misato started to do the same thing.

“Hey! Bottle Blond and Bimbo! I happen to be right here so you both can stop talking like I’m too stupid to hear you both. What’s this crap about 3rd and Marduk shit?” Yup, that got their attention. The glares Yuko was getting could freeze fire.

Ritsuko seemed the more composed to field the questions. “The 3rd was supposed to be your brother before his untimely demise. You are here to replace him in the job he was going to do. The Marduk Institute isn’t something you need to worry about.” The lift they were on came to a stop. “This next room will explain why you have been brought here.”

The room lit up to a large armored face of a robot. Yuko was struck speechless at the sight and walked up to the face, lightly running a hand along the chin.

“Let me introduce you to humanity’s last hope, the Evangelion Unit-01.” Ritsuko announced to Yuko, her arm outstretched toward the large humanoid as if she was introducing a star on to a stage.

“Nice… did you practice that line all week or is something that corny what you do normally?” Ritsuko’s eye twitching was enough of an answer for Yuko. Looking around the room Yuko found one thing missing. “Hey, why the hell are you showing me this anyway? I’m just some 14 year old kid.”

There was the sound of a breaker being switched on illuminating an observation deck room above Unit-01. Yuko growled at the man that was up there. Gendo Ikari was looking as smug as hell and in his home element, high above the peons and a foot of bullet proof glass between them. “Because you are needed to pilot it, daughter.”

Misato took a step back from Yuko. The protest she was about to give the Commander about having a girl that was only 14 pilot Unit-01 with zero training died on her lips. The young girl eyes were wide and her irises were narrowed to pinpoints as she tried to light her father on fire with shear willpower alone. Her grin was wide as well and had a sort of maniac look to it, like she found everything disturbingly funny “So, I wasn’t called here to pay last respects to Shinji after all. You just needed a convenient replacement?”

Years of practice had helped Gendo school his face and reactions. When dealing with the sharks known as STEELE, it was best to never show any weakness. Yet, here he was unnerved by his own daughter. Gone was the innocent girl that he remembered last, instead he was looking at a girl that seemed all too willing to throw normal conventions of appearances out the window. The worst was that look she was giving him. Her eyes pinned him in his spot and drove all the moisture out of his mouth. It was like she was daring him to answer her question.

“Shinji is dead. I have you left to depend on because he wasn’t strong enough.” Gendo knew he was pushing buttons, but he needed to know how much of a rebel streak Yuko had.

Yuko turned and looked to Misato. She didn’t seem shocked when Misato lowered her head saying she couldn’t help her. Ritsuko did the same thing. Damn, talk about lack of spines around here she thought. Well, screw them. She didn’t have to put up with shit.

“Tell you what ‘father’, why don’t you kiss my ass and go fuck yourself!” Misato and Ritsuko looked back up in shock. Yuko had spun around and dropped her denim shorts and her panties then bent over giving her father a good old full moon. “Go on yah sick fuck! Kiss it right here.” She slapped her left butt cheek to emphasize the location she was pointing out, her right hand still giving him the one finger salute.

On a side note, Misato had two answers to a few of the questions she had about Yuko. One was that, yes, the tattoo the girl had did go all the way up and covered half her backside. Two, the answer to the location of one of the piercings Yuko was talking about. She winced at the sensitive bit of female flesh the ring was pushed through.

Yuko pulled up her bottoms and started walking away. “I’m done with you ‘Gendo’. Find some other sucker to play robot pilot and save your sorry ass.” As she passed by Unit-01 she paused, pulled the gum out of her mouth and stuck it right in the middle of the thing’s chin.

Gendo activated the com unit next to him. “Kozo, the spare is useless. Bring Rei, we will use her.”

The older man looked worried on the screen. “Rei is still wounded. I don’t think she can pilot.

Gendo smirked. “She’s not dead yet.”

Yuko only dimly registered the conversation as she made her way to the double doors when they burst open. It was a group of medical personal pushing a gurney down the walk way. The girl in the gurney was pale, with light blue hair and a striking red eye. The other eye and most of her slim body was covered in heavy bandages and she looked in obvious pain. As she struggled to sit up fighting passed the pain she was feeling the ground shook from a blast overhead.

Yuko dove toward the girl, catching her before she hit the floor as the gurney fell over. She felt the girl tense up in pain just from having been caught. She could feel the blood seep through the bandages as the albino girl shook in her arms. The conversation her father had moments ago finally registered in Yuko’s mind. If she didn’t get in that damn robot he was going to send this girl out to die. The sounds of cables snapping brought her out of contemplating the wounded kitten that she held in her arms and forced her to look up.

‘Great, save the girl and end up getting splatted by debris falling on me. Sometimes it didn’t pay to get off the damn plane now days.’

Just before the light fixtures and metal beams were about to hit a giant purple hand rose out of the liquid, shielding both her and the wounded girl. Yuko blinked in surprise then started to grin. Standing up with pale haired beauty she smiled down at the stun girl’s face. “Guess it likes me. Sit this one out, kitty. I’ll pilot the monster.”

With her foot, she kicked the gurney back upright and laid the girl back on it. “Just so you know I’m not going into battle without something to remember.” Rei was still stunned by this strange girl’s words and actions so she was totally unprepared for the passionate kiss she gave her. It wasn’t exactly what she expected from what she had heard of kissing especially the tongue that nudged her lips apart and massaged her own. She also wasn’t fully prepared for the hammering of her heart and the lack of breath the kiss bought on. It also seemed that the endorphin rush that kiss had given her helped a bit with the pain she was feeling. As Yuko pulled away, dragging Rei’s bottom lip lightly with her teeth the wounded girl wondered if there was some effect kissing had on time as well. It seemed to stop and last forever, but at the same time was far too short a feeling for her liking. Rei unconsciously followed the retreating lips as Yuko fully stood back up, her body begging for more of the feeling. Her free hand lightly traced her lips as the girl turned away to face the Commander.

Misato stared slack jawed at the scene the two teen girls provided. The Commander’s daughter was currently giving the Commander’s pet pilot a tonsil examination. On an emotional level, the thought of a passionate kiss on the eve of battle was one that would give her warm and fuzzes all over, but that done with another girl never really came into her thought processes. Would she react to the kiss or be disgusted by it? She had never really thought about doing this sort of thing with another woman and that seemed to puzzle her more than help her. On a more clinical level, she did rate the kiss pretty high on the scale of one’s she has had before from the short list of partners she had been with. Not bad skill for a girl Yuko’s age, if a bit forced. Ristuko was more studying Rei’s reaction to the kiss. The girl had so far only showed a professional admiration of the Commander and was emotional distant to everyone else, but one intimate moment done by a complete stranger of the same gender seemed to baffle and excited the girl from the signs her body was giving off. If Gendo thought anything of it, his face betrayed nothing.

“Alright, you win you fucker. I’ll get in your damn monster and kick ass.” Yuko pointed up at the man who thought he was a father. “Don’t think this is over fucktard! After I’m finished putting my foot up that monster’s ass upstairs me and you are going to have some words!”