Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Evangelion meets Robotech ❯ Chapter 26
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: shanejayell 
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 474 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 474 | Status: Completed
Evangelion Meets Robotech Twenty Five
“Shinji! Shinji!” his father called as Gendo hurried down the hall, his white labcoat flapping as the tall, black haired man moved.
“Oh god,” Shinji whimpered, the brown haired young man reluctantly waiting for his father to catch up. “Yes?’ he turned, his military uniform as crisp as ever.
Gendo pushed up his glasses as he fixed Shinji with a glance, “What’s this I hear about you dating two women at a time?”
“Ah,” Shinji visibly winced, imagining that the rumors must be all over the ship by now to have finally reached his father. “Min-Mei’s friend Miryia has just been hanging around us....” he started to explain.
“I knew it,” Gendo cut him off with a forceful slap to his shoulder. His eyes streamed tears suddenly, “I’m sure your mother in heaven is proud that she has a sun manly enough to satisfy two women!”
“Dad!” Shinji blushed.
Suddenly regaining his composure Gendo nodded seriously to his son. “You must bring the girls over so I can meet them,” he said to Shinji with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, “we need to be sure their suitable.”
Shinji sweatdropped, “Right.”
“Come by the lab,” Gendo added as he strode off down the corridor, “I have a new fighter type for you to test out!”
“When hell freezes over,” Shinji muttered as he hurried off down the hall, glad that he was off shift at last. Training young pilots was murder, especially doing it with Rei and Asuka heading up their own training flights. Thankfully today was quieter, though Rei and Min-Mei were both caught up with all the rehearsals for the pageant.
The city contained within the belly of the SDF-1 was as busy as ever, people rushing about as they tried to maintain something resembling a normal life. Following a familiar route down crowded streets Shinji arrived in the Chinatown like area where a familiar green haired lady waited for him.
“Shinji,” Miryia nodded a greeting, dressed in her usual long pants and simple, almost military styled top.
“Sorry I’m still in uniform,” Shinji apologized as they fell into step, “I didn’t have enough time to change before getting here.”
“It’s all right,” Miryia smiled back slightly, “I’m more comfortable with you in that sort of dress anyway.”
“Ah,” Shinji nodded, moving aside to dodge a mother and her children.
“Small Micronians....” Miryia murmured, shaking her head as a faint shudder ran through her form.
“I hope we’re in time to hear Min-Mei’s song,” Shinji frowned, apparently not noticing the woman’s reaction to the children.
“Shinji....” Miryia started while they made their way down the street.
Shinji looked over at her curiously, “Yes?”
“You and Min-Mei,” Miryia said quietly, “you’re a couple, yes?”
Shinji blushed, then nervously scratched at his chin. “Well,” he said a bit uncomfortably, “we’re working on it.”
“And you’ve,” Miryia made herself ask, “kissed?”
“Yeah,” Shinji answered, wondering where she was going with this.
“What’s it like?”
Shinji looked over at her in surprise, “You don’t know?”
Miryia realized she had asked the wrong sort of question and quickly fell back on her normal cover story. “I don’t remember,” she answered a bit crossly.
“I’m sorry,” Shinji said as they reached the busy theater where the rehearsals were going on. He and Miryia both showed their visitor passes and were ushered in by the tall, grim man guarding the door.
“It’s all right,” Miryia said a bit stiffly. A bit more gently she said, “It’s just, everyone else seems to know about it while I don’t.”
“That’s got to be tough,” Shinji agreed. They navigated through the hall to the inner theater, where rows of seats waited around the busy stage. The over the top announcer Kaworu Nagisa blathered on, but neither of them were listening as they made their way to a seat.
Miryia gave Shinji a speculative look as she sat down, “I don’t suppose you could show me the kiss?”
Shinji nearly choked on that idea. “Not a good idea,” he coughed, “especially if Min-Mei caught us at it.”
“Huh?” Miryia looked confused.
“Long story,” Shinji sighed.
Miryia was going to press him for more details when she was distracted by what was going on down on stage. A blonde haired woman strode out dressed in a uniform that Miryia didn’t recognize, two pieces of cloth that barely held in her breasts and concealed her sex.
“What is THAT?” Miryia demanded, shocked by the sudden pounding of her heart.
“The swimsuit competition,” Shinji answered mildly. She looked over, a bit surprised to see how pale she was. “Do you have a nosebleed?”
“I’m fine,” Miryia quickly mopped up the blood. ‘What is wrong with me?’ she wondered as she tried to reign in her rapidly beating heart.
“And now,” Kaworu waved grandly, “Lynn Min-Mei!”
With some relief Miryia saw that she was dressed in something more modest, but the simple one piece still clung to her body as the black haired girl strode from the side to stand center stage, turning so that everyone could see her from all angles.
“She’s beautiful,” Miryia found herself saying almost unwillingly.
“That she is,” Shinji agreed.
“All right,” Kaworu said briskly, “on to the musical numbers! Mana, you’re up first!”
Miryia sat forward in her chair, listening in obvious contentment. While viewing kissing had caused strange, violent emotions to rise within her, music was different. It seemed to reach out to something sleeping within her, touching a part of herself that she had never been aware of.
“Here she comes,” Shinji said as the first few songs ended.
Min-Mei took center stage as if she owned it, singing “My Boyfriend is a Pilot” with heart and passion. Miryia felt tears tease the corners of her eyes as she listened, and her heart soared in her chest. All too soon her song ended, but it’s echoes sang within Miryia for many minutes afterward.
“Incredible,” Miryia puffed out happily.
“That she is,” Shinji agreed, clearly not nearly as touched by her song as Miryia had been. He smiled, “I have to wait till Rei performs, to show solidarity with my wingman, but do you want to go see Min-Mei back stage?”
Miryia hesitated only a second, “Thank you Shinji.”
“No problem,” Shinji smiled, “tell her she was great for me.”
“Will do,” Miryia nodded as she strode off confidently.
To be continued....
“Shinji! Shinji!” his father called as Gendo hurried down the hall, his white labcoat flapping as the tall, black haired man moved.
“Oh god,” Shinji whimpered, the brown haired young man reluctantly waiting for his father to catch up. “Yes?’ he turned, his military uniform as crisp as ever.
Gendo pushed up his glasses as he fixed Shinji with a glance, “What’s this I hear about you dating two women at a time?”
“Ah,” Shinji visibly winced, imagining that the rumors must be all over the ship by now to have finally reached his father. “Min-Mei’s friend Miryia has just been hanging around us....” he started to explain.
“I knew it,” Gendo cut him off with a forceful slap to his shoulder. His eyes streamed tears suddenly, “I’m sure your mother in heaven is proud that she has a sun manly enough to satisfy two women!”
“Dad!” Shinji blushed.
Suddenly regaining his composure Gendo nodded seriously to his son. “You must bring the girls over so I can meet them,” he said to Shinji with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, “we need to be sure their suitable.”
Shinji sweatdropped, “Right.”
“Come by the lab,” Gendo added as he strode off down the corridor, “I have a new fighter type for you to test out!”
“When hell freezes over,” Shinji muttered as he hurried off down the hall, glad that he was off shift at last. Training young pilots was murder, especially doing it with Rei and Asuka heading up their own training flights. Thankfully today was quieter, though Rei and Min-Mei were both caught up with all the rehearsals for the pageant.
The city contained within the belly of the SDF-1 was as busy as ever, people rushing about as they tried to maintain something resembling a normal life. Following a familiar route down crowded streets Shinji arrived in the Chinatown like area where a familiar green haired lady waited for him.
“Shinji,” Miryia nodded a greeting, dressed in her usual long pants and simple, almost military styled top.
“Sorry I’m still in uniform,” Shinji apologized as they fell into step, “I didn’t have enough time to change before getting here.”
“It’s all right,” Miryia smiled back slightly, “I’m more comfortable with you in that sort of dress anyway.”
“Ah,” Shinji nodded, moving aside to dodge a mother and her children.
“Small Micronians....” Miryia murmured, shaking her head as a faint shudder ran through her form.
“I hope we’re in time to hear Min-Mei’s song,” Shinji frowned, apparently not noticing the woman’s reaction to the children.
“Shinji....” Miryia started while they made their way down the street.
Shinji looked over at her curiously, “Yes?”
“You and Min-Mei,” Miryia said quietly, “you’re a couple, yes?”
Shinji blushed, then nervously scratched at his chin. “Well,” he said a bit uncomfortably, “we’re working on it.”
“And you’ve,” Miryia made herself ask, “kissed?”
“Yeah,” Shinji answered, wondering where she was going with this.
“What’s it like?”
Shinji looked over at her in surprise, “You don’t know?”
Miryia realized she had asked the wrong sort of question and quickly fell back on her normal cover story. “I don’t remember,” she answered a bit crossly.
“I’m sorry,” Shinji said as they reached the busy theater where the rehearsals were going on. He and Miryia both showed their visitor passes and were ushered in by the tall, grim man guarding the door.
“It’s all right,” Miryia said a bit stiffly. A bit more gently she said, “It’s just, everyone else seems to know about it while I don’t.”
“That’s got to be tough,” Shinji agreed. They navigated through the hall to the inner theater, where rows of seats waited around the busy stage. The over the top announcer Kaworu Nagisa blathered on, but neither of them were listening as they made their way to a seat.
Miryia gave Shinji a speculative look as she sat down, “I don’t suppose you could show me the kiss?”
Shinji nearly choked on that idea. “Not a good idea,” he coughed, “especially if Min-Mei caught us at it.”
“Huh?” Miryia looked confused.
“Long story,” Shinji sighed.
Miryia was going to press him for more details when she was distracted by what was going on down on stage. A blonde haired woman strode out dressed in a uniform that Miryia didn’t recognize, two pieces of cloth that barely held in her breasts and concealed her sex.
“What is THAT?” Miryia demanded, shocked by the sudden pounding of her heart.
“The swimsuit competition,” Shinji answered mildly. She looked over, a bit surprised to see how pale she was. “Do you have a nosebleed?”
“I’m fine,” Miryia quickly mopped up the blood. ‘What is wrong with me?’ she wondered as she tried to reign in her rapidly beating heart.
“And now,” Kaworu waved grandly, “Lynn Min-Mei!”
With some relief Miryia saw that she was dressed in something more modest, but the simple one piece still clung to her body as the black haired girl strode from the side to stand center stage, turning so that everyone could see her from all angles.
“She’s beautiful,” Miryia found herself saying almost unwillingly.
“That she is,” Shinji agreed.
“All right,” Kaworu said briskly, “on to the musical numbers! Mana, you’re up first!”
Miryia sat forward in her chair, listening in obvious contentment. While viewing kissing had caused strange, violent emotions to rise within her, music was different. It seemed to reach out to something sleeping within her, touching a part of herself that she had never been aware of.
“Here she comes,” Shinji said as the first few songs ended.
Min-Mei took center stage as if she owned it, singing “My Boyfriend is a Pilot” with heart and passion. Miryia felt tears tease the corners of her eyes as she listened, and her heart soared in her chest. All too soon her song ended, but it’s echoes sang within Miryia for many minutes afterward.
“Incredible,” Miryia puffed out happily.
“That she is,” Shinji agreed, clearly not nearly as touched by her song as Miryia had been. He smiled, “I have to wait till Rei performs, to show solidarity with my wingman, but do you want to go see Min-Mei back stage?”
Miryia hesitated only a second, “Thank you Shinji.”
“No problem,” Shinji smiled, “tell her she was great for me.”
“Will do,” Miryia nodded as she strode off confidently.
To be continued....