Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Prince Emerges ❯ Wrath of God (Part I)/Old Specters & Hard Times (Part II) ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't own NGE That claim belongs to GAINAX & ADV until Mark Cuban pays what he owes ME!

 

Well it's been a bangin' summer so far. A victory parade on Biscayne blvd, the Marlins are actually playing descent. & `Zo said no to the Spurs.

 

This will be a 2-part chapter for a couple of reasons. First, because I'm going to tie in 2 seemingly unrelated elements. The other reason is because my idiot cousin (the one who came up with this fanfic idea) almost did something really motherfuckin' stupid, & the second part will hopefully teach him at least what would have happened to him. This will include slang.

 

Chapter Part I Soundtrack: Mo Thugs Featuring Krayzie Bone “Mo Murder” enough said.

Chapter Part II Soundtrack: Jedi Mind Tricks “I Who Have Nothing” the song is stuck on my head.

 

Well, let's get this show on the road!

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The Dark Prince Emerges

Chapter 7 Part I: Wrath of God (Mivtza Elohim)

Chapter 7 Part II: Old Specters & Hard Times

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(Part I) 2025 - Rome, Italy

 

The city still had that eerie sense of quiet and calmness in the air. It's been like that for the past week. Not to mention that it hasn't stopped raining either. All these things seemed to bother Shinji a lot. He believed in omens, so this was sitting well with him at all. He was stuck in this room most of the day with nothing to do except look at the pictures he always had with him.

 

He tried not to think about the girls in the pictures, telling himself that he didn't mean anything to them. He succeeded in believing that mindset for a decade. Unfortunately for him, he knew it was a goddamn lie. He was reminded of that every time Section 2 got close to him. Yet he kept running from them. He had good reason for it though. He wasn't going to stop until Gendo Ikari would be lying in a pool of blood in front of him. Until that stain was removed from his life, he couldn't bring himself to see them.

 

While the main goal on his mind was killing his father, Shinji began reflecting upon his experiences with the girls. Misato tried to treat him like a son & a friend at the same time, which was really awkward at times. He knew she couldn't help it, the woman was very proud. Her pride is what got him to live with her to begin with. She also liked to tease him whenever she got the chance. The bad part about their relationship was that right when he was getting comfortable with her Kaji was killed & she shut herself off from the world.

 

To say that Asuka Langlay Soryu was an enigma to him would be an understatement. She showed an incredible confidence ever since he met the redhead on the Over The Rainbow, something he didn't have. In fact, she had everything he didn't have. She was his complete opposite. While he hated being an EVA pilot She was very proud of it. She would always boast about her being the number 1 pilot, criticize him for either being over apologetic or weak & pretty much boss him around. At the same time, she would occasionally open herself to him, only to scold him later for it. But then he saw that confidence & fire slowly die out after the thirteenth angel, Bardiel, attacked, & especially after the fifteenth, Arael, raped her mind. After that day Asuka grew depressed to the point of near suicide. He still could remember seeing her lying comatose in the hospital like a lifeless doll as his last memory of her.

 

Rei Ayanami was another puzzle he couldn't solve. While Asuka was very outspoken in everything she did, Rei rarely said anything to anyone except his father. He still remembered the first time he saw her. She was all bandaged up & hooked up to an IV on a stretcher being told that she had to pilot EVA Unit 01 because he refused to. Seeing that his own father would just send her to fight in the condition she was in made him agree to pilot a machine he knew nothing about. He guessed the other reason was that he wanted to protect the blue haired girl. He still didn't understand her though. She acted awkward, lived in deplorable conditions, & was very fragile. The fact that she was so mysterious actually bothered him a lot. Yet, he always felt more comfortable around her than anyone else, like a child with a mother. But after Dr. Akagi showed him & Misato the truth about the dummy plug system, everything changed. He didn't know how to act around Rei to the point of completely avoiding her. He began to fear who or what she was. He even began doubting that she was the same girl that self destructed EVA Unit 00 to save him, thinking that instead it was a “spare Rei.”

 

All of those thought kept swimming in Shinji's head along with new ones he never considered until now. What would happen if he came back to Tokyo 3, to them? How would they react if they found out where he's been or what he's done in the past decade? Did they hate him for leaving? Did any of them care at all? Before this week the prospect of seeing them again seemed almost impossible, & now he was thinking of going back when all of this was over. Luckily for him if they didn't accept him back he had his home in Palermo to fall back on. But he really didn't want that now.

 

As he looked at the last picture he had, the only one of the 3 girls together, he decided to see them again no matter the consequences. The memory of the picture was still fresh on his mind. They were at a ramen stand as a reward for another victory. Misato actually promised them to go to a steakhouse, but Asuka suggested the stand because they all knew Misato couldn't really afford a restaurant & it was the only way Rei would join them. That was probably the only time that they were all together & at peace.

 

While Shinji was lost in his thoughts he didn't notice that the Marcos came back until he slammed the door shut. Now that Shinji was out of his trance he looked at his friend. He looked like he ran back by the way he was panting. He also noticed that he had 2 manila envelopes in his hand. He was about to ask about them, but Marcos beat him to the punch.

 

“Hey, have you been here this whole time?” Shinji simply nodded.

 

“What's up with the envelopes?”

 

“Oh this, it's the new info on where what's left of good old SEELE is at.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“You think that they were going to leave those geezers where they were at after your little expedition? Come on man, give them a little credit.”

 

“True, so are you going to show me the envelopes or just stand there?”

 

Marcos just smirked and walked to the table. He laid them there and sat down on one of the chairs. As Shinji walked to the table Marcos saw the pictures in his hand. He did tell Shinji that he was going to ask about them if he saw those again. Now it was his chance.

 

“I see the pictures, now you're gonna have to tell me who you like more.”

 

Damnit, he saw them, Shinji thought. He did warn him on the tanker about this. It was his fault for being careless. Also, he didn't honestly know the answer to the question. But now he needed to give one & knew his friend wasn't going to give him a chance to stall.

 

“But first give me the pictures.”

 

“Ah, come on. Fine here you go.”

 

When Marcos got the pictures He decided to analyze them first. He had to admit that the 2 girls were very pretty for their age in them, & that the woman was dressed rather provocatively in nearly all of them. This was going to be fun.

 

“Well, spill it man.”

 

“To be honest with you, I really don't know. While I care about all of them, I really never gave much thought. I was too messed up back then to actually sort out my feelings towards them.”

 

“Damn, looks like you got a real issue on your hands.”

 

“Huh, what do you mean?”

 

“You're going back to them right?”

 

“How did you know?”

 

“I've known you for ten years, man. You're easier to read than a kindergarten book.”

 

”Damnit, I'm that easy? Oh well, you got any suggestions?”

 

“Hmm, I gotta read their files again first, and then I'll help you out.”

 

Shinji looked at his friend with a confused look on his face. He was about to ask about the files but realized that it would be a stupid question considering Marcos' skills at getting information. It was still odd that he didn't use same means that everyone else he knew to get knowledge he needed. But whatever he used, it was certainly efficient.

 

“Well, I'll leave you to your fun. I gotta go and check out something I heard in the grapevine about this shit. I'll let you know when I'm back.”

 

Marcos then grabbed something out of his pants pocket and tossed it to Shinji. He looked at the object with curiosity. It was small, electronic, and had a belt clip. There were a couple of buttons along with a small screen in what appeared to be the top of the device. Just as soon as he was going to ask what this thing was Marcos answered.

 

“That thing is called a beeper. It's sort of a mobile caller ID. It has a phone number attached to it. Here is how it works, people would call the phone number that the beeper is attached to, moments later the person with the beeper will notice it vibrating and lighting up. The person checks the screen, sees the phone number of the people calling him, then the person finds a phone. That's exactly what you have to do. Don't worry about any taps; just use a public phone to make the call. Luckily the network it runs on is ancient so it's impossible to track, so if some shit goes down, they won't find you.”

 

Satisfied that his explanation was enough, Marcos grabbed his suitcase and headed to the door. Right before he stepped out he looked at his friend. He had a calm yet confused look on his face. Something else was in his eyes however. It looked a little like blood lust. He just shook his head and cracked a smirk. He really couldn't blame Shinji. Seeing how SEELE fucked his life up, he deserved to look forward to their deaths. As soon as he was done reflecting Marcos just walked out and closed the door.

 

Shinji didn't even notice his friend leaving. He was still a little confused about what to do with the `beeper'. After a couple of minutes he noticed that Marcos wasn't there. He figured that whatever it was that his friend was looking into, it must be important enough to leave with out saying good-bye. That let Shinji focus on the two envelopes. He picked the up from the table and opened them like a kid with a Christmas present. These two deserved truly agonizing deaths, but looking at where each was located he needed to work fast on this. Luckily he had time.

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Death # 11 - 2025

 

The old man stared at himself in the only mirror in the shack he called his new home. He didn't know why he was out of prison, especially when he thought he deserved to be there. He was the only person in SEELE that truly had doubts about their plans. After reading the Bible over and over again he wondered if they were really going to unite all of mankind according to the scenario. He wanted to speak up but he just fell in line. It was after he was put in the prison that he realized the grave mistake he made by keeping his mouth shut. Now all he wanted was to die behind bars, instead the UN kicked him out to add insult to injury.

 

While the old man looked in the mirror a shadow slowly crept up behind him. But just as soon as the shadow was going to put a hand over the old man's mouth he turned around to stare at the shadow. If the UN wanted them killed it would be a lot easier to do it in prison.

 

“Are you from the UN?”

 

The shadow got startled by the question but soon regained composure.

 

“No, I'm not. But I am here to kill you.”

 

“Then can you let me have the courtesy of seeing the face of the person who will send me to where I belong.”

 

The shadow complied with the old man's wish. He stepped back until a light showed his face. The old man was shocked. Either he was dreaming or Gendo was there. But if this was Gendo he looked very young. Then he realized the truth. This shadow was in fact Gendo's son.

 

“You're Gendo Ikari's son, right?”

 

Shinji simply nodded.

 

“Well, then make it quick. I don't want to keep you long.”

 

Shinji was shocked; this old man was welcoming his fate without an argument. Was he even going to put a fight?

 

“You're not going to plead for mercy, for me to spare your life?”

 

“No”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I truly deserve to die”

 

The old man started to walk to his bed and sat on it, ready to accept his punishment. He looked at Shinji who had a shocked expression on his face.

 

Shinji was expecting resistance and pleading of mercy, just like the others before he killed them. Now he was faced with an old man that was begging for death. This was new to him, but he would be happy to grant the old man his wish. Shinji walked over to the old man and injected at least 40 carnivorous bugs into the old man's right ear. As soon as the old man began screaming on shock due to the bugs eating his brain Shinji held him down. He didn't let go until the saw the bugs starting to come out his eyeballs. The old man was far, far gone at that point.

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Death # 12 (Keel Lorenz) - 2025

 

Keel Lorenz was just sitting there. Everything has failed right in front of him. All those years of planning, manipulating the UN budget, and keeping an eye on Gendo Ikari were taken away in one felt swoop. SEELE was so close to perfecting humanity, to becoming one with God. All they needed was a little more time and he would have ordered the complete annihilation of NERV, capture Unit 01, and proceed with the scenario SEELE had laid out. Instead someone tipped off the world about the scenario and everything fell apart.

 

Now a decade later he's all alone, staring at the imperfect world. Luckily his time in this place was going to brief. As he walked to his so-called kitchen to get a drink of water he notices a sound coming from a window. He let out a sigh as he turned around to find a gun in his face being wielded by an all too familiar face.

 

“I thought Gendo Ikari's son didn't like to hurt people.”

 

“I'll make an exception for you fucks.”

 

Keel couldn't help but smirk at that remark. This was obviously not the same cowardly boy from ten years ago. That boy would never hurt another human being. Now there was the question of how he knew where the old man was.

 

“Are you working for the UN? Did they send you to kill me?”

 

“No, they didn't, but I'm getting paid for this. There are a lot more people that want you dead, myself included.”

 

“It's almost ironic in a way, the lowly son of Ikari that never liked to fight turning out to be a hired killer.”

 

“Yea, whatever. You know I always wanted to know something. Why do you wear that thing covering your face?”

 

“You are too naïve to understand the reason.”

 

Shinji didn't like that answer, but had to admire the old man's arrogance a little. A man that was facing being murdered doesn't usually try to mock his killer. While he wanted to keep playing this verbal chess game with Keel he knew he had to work fast. The secret UN patrol guarding this place was going to be back soon & he knew that he didn't have the firepower to fight them, let alone come out alive. He had to end this quick. As he cocked the Desert Eagle in his hand he noticed a change in Keel. Apparently the old man finally realized he was going to die. The arrogance in his face was gone & was replaced by desperation trying to prevent the inevitable.

 

“Wait, You can help me.”

 

“What?”

 

“Do you actually like how you turned out? Think about it. We can change it though. You can succeed where your father failed. You can help me create a perfect world for everyone in the world.”

 

Shinji just laughed with pity at Keel. The once proud man was reduced to this.

 

“Sorry old man, already have enough blood on my hands.”

 

“NO, WA…”

 

The screaming old man couldn't let out the rest of the word as a bullet pierced his skull in the front. Within an instant his body simply flopped to the floor. Shinji walked up to the old man to make sure he wasn't breathing. He checked Keel's wrist to feel a pulse & was satisfied when there was none. But he wasn't done. He kicked the body so it would be on its' back. Then he looked at the new hole on the body's head & decided that one wasn't enough. So he lined up his gun to make a parallel hole next to the existing one. Once he was done doing that he put two more holes right below the first two. He remembered hearing about the symbolism of the holes. They were called `Little Joe'; whoever was found with this mark was considered to be completely worthless to the world. With his task done Shinji straightened himself out & left the same way he came.

 

A couple of hours later Shinji was in his motel room. He didn't seem to be worried at all. He knew that no news outlet would ever hear the news. The UN was going to make sure of that. He just hoped that the room didn't have surveillance cameras since he didn't wear a mask. He tried to push all those thought aside to relax. It was late & he had to leave as early as possible tomorrow. He decided to look at his pictures once again. His friend was right, as soon as this was over he would go back to see how the girls were doing. They probably already moved on with their lives, all he wanted to see is they were happy. He had to admit that if they remembered him that he had a lot of things to settle. With that last thought he got comfortable in the bed & fell asleep.

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(Part II) 2025 - New York City

 

He wasn't gone for that long of a time but it felt that way. The young man never did like going away considering it was never to relax. All his trips were related to business. Now he was home for business. It didn't matter though; there was no other place to get what he wanted. This city had the best place to get information, the streets.

 

As the young man was walking along the streets of Bed-Stuy he saw a new generation of hoods. Young hustlers are standing in the corner keeping an eye out for the boys, fences hocking their wares, niggas across the street gathering for a C-lo game, & hookers waking the tracks looking for johns. What else could be expected at one in the morning in the notorious Brooklyn projects?

 

He didn't have much time to reflect as he found the bodega he was looking for. It wasn't officially open but he knew the owner let his place be used to let things get exchanged. The young man looked around before he knocked on the door. He saw the light come on & the owner come with a shotgun in tow. He was a middle-aged man that knew all to well not to trust every knock on the door. When the owner got to the door he saw who was waiting for him. A smile crept up on his face.

 

“It's been a while there, chamaco.”

 

“I know, viejo. He here?”

 

“Yea, he got here a few minutes ago.”

 

“Aight, then let me in before the boys roll by.”

 

“Entrate hombre.”

 

As the owner opened the door the young man tried to notice if there were any changes since the last time he was here. Everything pretty much looked the same. When they got the back door the owner pulled out a separate set of keys to open it. Once the door was open the young man saw that the man he was going to talk to was already sitting down smoking a menthol cigarette. He straightened himself out right before he walked in the back room. As soon as he was inside the owner closed the door & locked it. The young took a good look at his companion. He was a black man who was very well dressed. He didn't look like he had any marks on him except for a tattoo that was between his left thumb & pointer finger. It was a top hat with a cane behind it. Most people would think that it was just a random tattoo, but people in the streets knew what it meant. It meant that this man is or was a member of a very dangerous gang. He was a Vice Lord.

 

The young man knew him for a long time, since they were kids. They made their bones together. Now they were men. One was a reputed hired killer while the other was a respected record label owner who kept in touch with the neighborhood. The young man walked up to the spare chair that was in the room & sat down. He didn't bother making himself comfortable; he figured that this would not last long.

 

“How's it going there, D? Or should I say Marcos Benitez?”

 

“Shut up, nigga.”

 

“Aight man, what's poppin' lately?”

 

“You know same old same old. Rich”

 

“Yea I heard that, nigga. What you wanna know?”

 

“Everything man, need to be prepared.”

 

“Well, if you want that get comfortable D. Word on the street is the Feds aint too happy with what your boy doing. He's fuckin' embarrassing them, man. They let out those old muthafuckas out & within days nearly all of them get clipped? Come on nigga, they aint going out like that homie. Now they got their new hotshot kid heading up the investigation.”

 

“You mean that kid that got Damencio locked up for fuckin' with the Jamaicans?”

 

“Yea, that kid aint no joke. He's Irish too so you know he got a chip on his shoulder.”

 

“How far he get?”

 

“Not far, I think he's looking into it being an inside job. Don't sweat it though, D. I don't think he'll get close enough to fuck with y'all.”

 

“That's good to know. Well you wanna bounce & get some drinks?”

 

“Why the fuck not?”

 

Both men got up from their chairs & started heading towards the door. Right before Marcos could knock on the door the other man put a hand on Marcos's shoulder.

 

“So you done after this shit right? You gonna drop this Marcos bullshit?”

 

“Yea, D will be officially back.”

 

“Thank God. This sending two of everything is getting mad hectic.”

 

Both friends laughed as D knocked on the door. A few seconds later the owner opened the door with a worried look in his face. Something was definitely up. He pointed the two young men towards the window so they could see what's going on. Right before they got to the window the sound of gunshots outside caught them by surprise. Both men instinctively grabbed their guns just in case, but then all they heard was the screeching of tires. Rich turned around to face the owner to ask what happened.

 

“What the fuck happened, man?”

 

“This block recently turned into Bloods turf, but there are still a few Crips out here. That kid out there started C-waking in front of that building where the Bloods hang out & I guess they shot his ass up.”

 

All that D & Rich could do after hearing that was start shaking their heads in unison as they looked at the dead body across the street. This confused the owner a little. He didn't know that they were thinking the same thing.

 

`Stupid-ass muthafucka.'

 

After a little moment of thinking both men realized they had to get out there. The cops would be there soon & they didn't want to be confused as witnesses. After saying goodbye to the bodega owner they ran to Rich's car which was parked in a nearby alley. Once the coast was clear the sped off towards Manhattan.

There was a club that opened recently by a friend of theirs that was supposed to be the new hot spot of the city.

 

It took a little while to find parking but once that was taken care of it was smooth sailing. Amazingly the line wasn't long to get in the club; it only took a couple of minutes to get to the front. Once they paid the cover they stepped inside. The club was huge, had to be four floors. All of them had a different décor to them. It didn't take them long to find the floor they liked, the Hip-Hop floor.

 

They got settled in easily in the seats they saw open & quickly ordered a few drinks. While they waited they scanned the floor. Everyone seemed to be having a blast & moving to the new hot single of the moment. That's when they spotted him. His name was Alberto Jimenez, the club owner. He was known to always be in the club to see how business was doing. He was shaking hands with his patrons when he saw the two sets of eyes that were on him. He went to see who they were because it was dark in that area. His jaw dropped once he saw who they were.

 

“Well, if it isn't Young Rich & holy shit its D.”

 

“What up, Al?”

 

“The club. Hey you guys already ordered drinks?”

 

“Yea.”

 

“Cool, I'll be right back.”

 

Both friends watched as Alberto walked towards the bar. A smirk quickly formed on their faces, they knew that their night of fun was going to be on the club's expense. As soon as they saw their friend come back they couldn't help but break out in laughter. Once Alberto was back at the table his friends were almost rolling on the floor.

 

“Get the fuck up. Y'all making me look bad.”

 

Hearing that made both Rich & D straightened themselves up. They had to admit that he did have a point.

 

“You know that wasn't necessary, we got plenty of cheddar.”

 

Rich did speak the truth, yet understood the reason behind his friend's actions, loyalty. Stay loyal to your friends, & expect them to do the same in return. He didn't know that Alberto would need to call upon that loyalty soon. D however, read Alberto like a book & was going to let his infamous bluntness get to the bottom of what was going on.

 

“Aight man, what's wrong?”

 

“Nothing, why do you ask?”

 

“You know you can't fuckin' lie to me, Just tell us.”

 

Alberto just sighed in defeat. He knew when he was beaten.

 

“Ok, you see when I started this place I barely had anything to my name. That made ask a few `investors' for financial help.”

 

Rich just shook his head. “Great, a loan shark, that's just great. Let me guess, they want their money back soon right? Who you borrow money from?”

 

Alberto had to be careful with his next statement. He knew his friends were expecting a Mafia guy, but the truth was going to piss them off.

 

“Folk.”

 

As expected both Rich & D put their hands on the table, in D's case more like slamming them. He quickly grabbed his friend by the collar because the words he was going to say were nor for civilian ears.

 

“Ok muthafucka, you actually borrowed paper from Folk, of all the bastards to pick, you pick them. What the fuck is wrong with you nigga? Aight, I'll talk to Tone, but I aint promising nothing.”

 

Both Rich & D knew that their night of fun was officially over considering the circumstances. They said their goodbyes to Alberto, got out of the club, found Rich's car, & headed to the Bronx. Alberto really fucked up & got involved in a world that he always avoided. Both friends knew the situation was bad, & only one person would be able to fix it.

 

When they reached their destination D got out of the car & said goodbye to Rich. He couldn't risk being seen going into the building because he had a legit job. As his friend's car sped off D looked at his watch, 5 in the morning. He had a little bit of time to fuck around so he went inside the seemingly abandoned building. As he walked in the badly lit hallway, he noticed that a lot has changed since the last time he was here. The walls were cleaned up, the floor wasn't sticky, & it didn't smell like piss or crack. He smiled at this, everything was going as planned. It didn't take long to reach the room he was looking for. There were two guards outside guarding the door. Luckily he knew both of them from back in the day. After exchanging hellos one of the guards opened the door & D stepped inside the office of one of the most powerful men in New York City. Civilians didn't really know who he was, but the cops did. The man was Ivan Camacho, better known as King Tone II, leader of the Latin Kings.

 

When Tone noticed who stepped inside his office, he let out a big smile. He remembered D from when he was an orphan runaway roaming the streets. When he saw the boy for the first time what impressed him the most were the boy's eyes. He didn't see any fear or confusion in them. Instead he saw a cold blooded determination, like he was on a mission. Once the boy told Tone his story, he took him in. With that simple action D became a Latin King.

 

The 3 years after their first meeting was a sort of apprenticeship. D learned the inner workings of gang culture & politics. He also perfected his marksmanship & edge weapon skills. Then when he was 13 a European guy showed up looking for `fresh hands'. When Tone found out who sent him, He volunteered D, but before letting him go he did the boy one last favor. Together they created a false identity that the boy would use from the moment he left the States until he saw fit. The name they gave it was that of Tone's great grandfather. Marcos Benitez

 

Now 12 years later thing have changed. The boy grew up to be a man & Tone was headed in another direction. The once violent man was now the leader of the gang, but saw that his activities were hurting the community. He decided to not only change the Kings' image in the media, but to go back to the original reason the Latin Kings existed, which was to fight racism against Hispanics.

 

D, who stood there for what seemed like an eternity, decided to break the ice.

 

“What's up king?”

 

“All is well.”

 

With that both men shook hands. Tone told the guard to close the door.

 

“So what brings you here this late at night?”

 

“Al fucked up big time.”

 

“Shit, what he do?”

 

“Borrowed money from Folk to start his club, I'm guessing they wanna collect.”

 

“Goddamnit, aight man, I'll see what I can do. On another note, it's almost over huh?”

 

“Yea, thank God. Soon I'll be able to drop all the bullshit & get on with my life.”

 

“What about your boy?”

 

“He knows everything now. I'm actually glad that I told him.”

 

“I can see why, you two are vengeful as shit.”

“We have good reasons.”

 

Tone couldn't deny that. When d told him about his friend he agreed with D. If there were any people that deserved their revenge, it was those two. D started to say something when his watch went off. It was five in the morning. He didn't plan to stay out that late, but not everything goes as planned. Now he had to get back to his place to get whatever little amount of sleep he could get. Luckily for him, his spot was a block away.

 

“Hey, I gotta go & get some sleep.”

 

“Aight, peace man, oh wait a sec.”

 

Tone looked around his desk & found what he was looking for. He quickly dusted off the box & gave it to D.

 

“It's your birthday gift, I forgot to send it.”

 

D took the box, said his goodbye & headed out. Once outside D opened his present. It was a hat. Tone never did go too extravagant in gift giving, but it was a nice hat. D put on the hat, broke it to the left, threw away the box, & headed home.

 

Getting home only took five minutes, but to D it felt like an hour. The elevator ride was the longest part; luckily he lived in loft housing. Once inside He took a good look at his real home. It didn't have expensive furniture or rare works of art. The most expensive thing in there was a laptop on a table & that's the way he liked it. The other place was just a front he had to use for his false identity.

 

`Well, time to work.'

 

D closed the elevator door and headed to a safe he had in a corner. Upon opening it he took out two files that he hasn't touched in ten years. Each file looked official, yet they were not thick. Each had a picture in the front with names under them, Rei Ayanami & Asuka Langley Soryu. He knew he had little time to look them over since he had a flight to catch in four hours. He wanted to get a little sleep. Luckily he knew how to speed read.

 

Propping himself on his couch/bed he started the task in hand. He had to admit it did feel like he was playing matchmaker. It only took half an hour for him to read both files front to back. Now he had to sleep on it. He grabbed the remote to his stereo & turned it on. Nothing on the radio seemed good so he switched to the CD function. He had an album in it that was older that he was, but it was a classic. The name of the album was `The Diary' by an artist called Scarface. Once the music was playing he skipped tracks until he reached #6. He never did get the name of the song, but it was probably the best. When the song started He quickly reset the alarm on his watch, relaxed himself, & went to sleep.

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Damn, to be honest with y'all, I wasn't going to finish this story. I lost interest in it. Hell, if you look at the beginning you can tell how old this is. But thanks to newspaper deadlines & me being an insomniac lately I decided to look at this in order to pass the time. Now I intend to finish this tale, never did like leaving things undone.

 

Most of y'all are probably confused with the second part, so I'll tell you the short version behind it. Took my cousin to Brownsville to meet a couple of homies. He heard a boom box & almost attempted to c-walk, in front of Bloods. Luckily I stopped him before they could shoot his ass up. He actually had the audacity to say that I only stopped him because he knew a dance that I didn't. This is exactly how I responded.

 

“Listen, dumb ass Orange County muthafucka. First of all, it's a walk not a dance. Second, I know hot to do it, but I'M NOT A CRIP! Do you see me with a Crip flag? No, so I haven't earned the right to do it.”

 

If you didn't understand certain phrases in the second part, thank God for that. If you do then you know where I'm coming from. Either way peace y'all.