From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 1 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. This fanfic contains many spoilers and was intended as a personal fanfic to make up for the (IMHO) abysmal way the original series ended; an eagerly anticipated finale (Japanese version) left me pissed off, discouraged and a little depressed. So yes, it's basically a feel-good story. Several people have commented that others might enjoy it. I polished it a little, ran it through a spell checker, read it for the 20th time.There will be 5 to 10 posts at about 1 week intervals before the full story is posted. I had no idea where the story would go when I began it. I have finished the story, but I can always add more chapters OR even write another fanfic. My knowledge of Japanese culture is limited and doubtless has many mistakes. A kind nudge in the right direction is ok.:) ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content in later episodes.----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But later episodes contain a strong sexual content of a non-violent nature.Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism,comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net or bthies@yahoo.co.jp Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu The House of Ikari Chapter 1 "Give me back my Shinji!" Misato screamed at the eerie form of EVA Unit 1. The empty entry plug and plugsuit were lying on the ground in a pool of LCL. Almost in answer, the nude form of Ikari Shinji was spewed out of the EVA and lay on the ground. The recovery team scrambled into action. Shinji awoke several hours later. How long? A month! After being poked and prodded, stuck and probed, being wired up to every imaginable recording and sensing device over the next several days, he was allowed to return with Misato to his residence. "Instant curry with ramen? Reminds me of my first meal here. And I thought the infirmary food was bad!" Misato as usual was lounging in a pair of extremely short shorts. "Butt floss", he thought getting an eyeful of her cheeky buttocks protruding from under her scant clothing. "It's so good to have you back!" Misato oozed, probably due to the 4 beers she had consumed while preparing her trademark instant dinners. Asuka was her usual fiery self, "I suppose you want your room back!" "Sorry, but where am I supposed to sleep?" apologized Shinji. Suddenly the Major was speaking. "Get your stuff out of his room, and do it now! "And find get his SDAT Player and tapes for him too. You did what! Well get them back or you will be doing dishes and chores for the next month to pay for their replacement!" Asuka decided that a slightly drunk and angry Major Katsuragi was nothing to argue with and left the table. While Misato drank a few more beers and got a little too close and gushy, Shinji noticed that Asuka was moving a great deal of material. Videotapes, CD's, books, school uniforms, underwear, pillows, and video games were carried across the hall and unceremoniously dumped on the floor in her room. A few minutes later, Misato performed inspection, of Ikari's quarters. "Sweep and mop it as well", she growled at Asuka. "But." "You'll do the windows too, if you don't put my underwear back! The silk ones with the lace trim - especially!" Shinji looked up at Asuka as she turned a brilliant shade of crimson complementing her red hair. Shinji blushed. "There, there, Shinji-chan," Misato cooed. "Perverts" said Asuka, getting back to her chores. An hour later, Shinji lay quietly in his room, no tape player to distract him, listening to Misato and Asuka each laying claim to various pieces of apparel. Misato knocked a few minutes later. " It's good to have you back," she whispered. "Asuka is also pleased, although she is too proud to admit it." "Sleep peacefully, Shinji-chan." "Ikari!" Touji yelled. Asuka called this morning and asked me to bring this. The batteries are new, and you can even have the tapes I bought for it". "Boy, are you pale! Have you spent the past month in the hospital?" "I don't remember anything except the battle and waking up 3 days ago." "Welcome back anyway." The teacher entered, the class arose in unison and bowed. "I see that for once in a long time everyone is present", remarked the teacher. "Please be seated and let's begin. The day was pretty much like any other; the teacher was asked a question about the Second Impact and proceeded to spend the entire day lecturing on it. Touji sat smugly in his pride of being able to manipulate the teacher to a no-brainer subject. Asuka sat studying Kanji, hoping the teacher didn't notice, Rei sat at attention patiently listening, Kensuke was stealing glances at a pair of legs carelessly (?) left exposed. Shinji was looking through the laptop computer at the material missed during his absence, to his surprise a message appeared. " Thank you, Ikari-sama. " Shinji was surprised at the use of the high title used with his name. "Thanks for what?" he typed back. "For my life, for those in this school and all on the earth." "Who is this?" "I pledge my life to you." CONNECTION ENDED "...And that concludes today's lesson." "Class dismissed" The class arose and bowed. "Guess what!" grinned Kensuke, "Asuka's wearing black lace underwear! Got a good look too!" "AND WHAT ARE THE THREE STOOGES DISCUSSING TODAY?" exclaimed Asuka from behind them. "Asuka, Misato will be pissed, at you wearing her clothes! Especially after yesterday!" said Shinji. "Liar! These ARE my clothes! "You shouldn't call Ikari-san a liar". Rei stood quietly next to Shinji. "Asuka, I didn't know you owned anything b..b..black!" Shinji stammered. "Why you pervert!" Asuka swung and caught Shinji on the side of the face, the skin numbing and then stinging from the force of the blow. Asuka felt the room spin as the force of the slap spun her head and dropped her to her knees. "Apologize to Ikari-san," said Rei quietly. The remaining students in the class stood dumbfounded. "I would rather die than do that!" Asuka cried, getting up and moving out of range. "Then I will do it for you." Rei replied. Rei faced Shinji and then to everyone's amazement knelt on the floor with head down, arms extended in front of a very self-conscious young man. "Ikari-sama, please forgive this disrespect, we know you serve and protect us. You have honored us with your presence today and we have not remembered your service and have permitted you to come to harm". Shinji stood in amazement at this pronouncement and briefly had an image of his father towering over him the day he first piloted EVA-01. "What was going on?" Shinji responded, fumbling for the appropriate answer. "I accept your apology, no harm has occurred, Ayanami-san". Rei still knelt prostate. "Please get up". Still there was no response. Rei reached out touching his shoes. " I pledge you my life - Ikari-sama." Asuka opened and then closed her mouth. "Go home everyone, there's nothing more to see," said Shinji reaching down to help Rei get up. Rei got up and followed Shinji out the door. "She what? " exclaimed Misato. " I can't get her to go home, said Asuka, "She followed him home, has helped him study, washed his clothes, scrubbed his back and threatened me. "Hmm, Rei?" "Yes, Major?" "What brought this on?" "She struck Ikari-sama." Misato was startled at the statement. Rei was calling Shinji her master. "I see, please elaborate." "He made a comment about my clothes," said Asuka. "Something about black." Rei added. Misato reddened, She lunged forward and flipped Asuka's skirt up and then yelled, "Get out of them right now!" "Damn you, and I have a date later this evening!" Misato dropped the hem of the skirt. Asuka gingerly stepped out of the underwear and tried to hand them to Misato, who ignored her efforts. "I want them back clean!" yelled Misato, "now go put your own on, unless you want to risk entertaining everyone with an improper move!" Asuka moved to comply, too slowly for Misato who yelled, "On the double!" As Asuka dashed for her room, and her skirt rode up revealing her backside to a surprised Shinji and chuckling Misato. "I'll drive you home, Rei." "Major, you are intoxicated, it is best for me to remain here." Driving under the influence while carrying an EVA pilot was an offence likely to get one shot. Misato sighed. "Fine. Shinji can sleep on the couch and you can have his room." "That is not acceptable, I will sleep outside his room, unless he wishes to bed me." "He is just a boy, Rei!" "He is a warrior and a soldier, and has fought to protect you as well." He is entitled to a woman to comfort him." "Shit!" This argument couldn't be won. Shinji stood there wondering what to do then realized that he had an erection. His movements to cover himself only made it that much more apparent. Rei and Misato said nothing. "Ikari-sama, what are your wishes?" Shinji glanced at Misato then Rei. " I am going to my room -alone." Rei nodded, "Then I will guard your door." Misato picked up her cell phone, dialed, paused, mumbled about something that had just came up, and that she had to cancel the date. Misato woke to the sound of a large THUMP and then Asuka crying. "What the hell?" Stumbling out of bed and fumbling for a light switch, she went into the hall to find Asuka bawling on the floor. Rei was standing quietly over her. "You may not enter unless you are invited, Second Child." "It's 3am, Asuka! What are doing up at this hour?" "I wanted to know if the great Shinji-sama was porking Wonder Girl here." " His orders were to sleep alone, however, if you had wished to bed him, you should have said so earlier," said Rei calmly. "I would never!" "Give it up Asuka, he may have a harem before the week is out," yawned Misato. "Are you injured?" "I guess not, she used a hip throw and I landed on my butt." "If you disturb the house before 6am, I will expect Rei to beat you up quietly." "Yes, Major," nodded Rei. "Go to sleep and leave me alone!" was heard from Shinji's room. Asuka vanished into her room until morning and didn't come out until Shinji was out of the bathroom. Rei, later that week at NERV, addressed the Commander. "Commander Ikari, I am requesting money to purchase some personal items." "Such as?" "Kimonos, several obis, fans, slippers, and a tea service." How much money are we talking about? "About 10 million yen." "That is a large sum of money. " "What relevance is this to piloting an EVA?" "I believe these items will enhance the ability of all of your pilots to function as a team." "That will be all, Rei." "Yes, Sir." "Major Katsuragi!" "Yes, Sir?" "I am setting up an account for the Pilots, you will assist the First Child in handling the funds. If morale and performance improve, the practice will continue, if not, it won't. I understand that Rei has left her assigned quarters and has relocated at your residence. The sync ratios of the Children have recently shown improvement, I will allow this." " I don't think you really understand, " thought Misato. "Although I don't understand why Asuka would actually improve," she mused. --- "You want me to wear this rag?" screamed Asuka pointing at the pink kimono emblazoned with a turquoise seascape. "Yes, you spoiled brat", retorted Misato. "That 'rag' as you put it, with accessories cost more than a year's pay for someone in my pay grade. I suggest that you respect it as a museum piece and not as a dust mop. This one will be worn on occasions as dictated, and stored on a special hanger. Teachers will assist you in wearing and maintaining this and the other garments. Asuka noticed the gold thread, and the exquisite detailing woven into the garment. "OK, well it's pretty, but I don't have to like it." "There is a more simple one here for daily wear." Misato pointed to the colors of green, blue, black, tan and yellow. You will be attired in one when you are not in school and living in this apartment." "Are all these for me?" moaned Asuka. --- The group sat kneeling style around a traditional Japanese table. Their instructor went through the motions of the Japanese tea ceremony. Asuka and Rei, traditionally dressed were at each side of Shinji. Misato was also traditionally attired; their instructor patiently and meticulously guided each movement. "Who does this crap anymore anyway," complained Asuka. The instructor paused, "The ability to create beauty and elegance from simple forms never will go away," If I can teach you how to do this, you will develop the inner beauty that will enable you love yourself, and others to love you." "Miyako is one of the last remaining Geisha," explained Misato. She is an official treasure of Tokyo-3. "I don't take direction from a whore!" blurted out Asuka. "A common mistake. I have trained in many disciplines, music both Japanese and Western, painting, board games, cards, conversation in 7 languages and dance, as well as the arts of love. A present sponsor has requested I learn golf so he will have a golf partner. I am presently shooting in the mid '70's." "Shall we continue?" Weeks later, the tea ceremony occurred again under the watchful eye of Miyako. The cleaning of the apartment, the dressing in the best clothes, the ceremonial washing of the steps, all met with her nod. The smooth, deliberate actions of the water, bowl, tea, whisk, rotation of the bowls and sharing of the tea all met with her approval. At the end of the ceremony she was sobbing. "Thank you for allowing this, " she murmured through her tears. "Excellent, quite excellent." "It has been too long since I have seen this done properly." It was several minutes, before anyone spoke. "Misato-san?" asked Rei. "Can she continued to teach us?" "I suppose so, it depends on your ability to continue to operate as a unit." "What would you like to learn, Rei?" "Dance." "And you Asuka?" "Love." A pink flush started coming to her cheeks. Misato blanched. "I don't think that's appropriate for a girl your age," Misato began. "We could always simply start with strengthening exercises, such as the Keagel," interjected Miyako. "What's that?" Misato inquired. "The act of stopping the flow of urine," Miyako replied. "It strengthens the pelvic muscles in both men and women and improves sexual response." "The art of love begins up here, tapping on her temple. One's partner must feel both loved and confident, relaxed, full of joy and must be welcomed into one's self." "After this occurs, the act can be considered pure." Geisha do not marry, although I would highly recommend the framework of marriage to any sexual relationship to permit the proper care and nurturing of children. "Children?" said Asuka, "No way!" "Children will result from sexual intercourse, it is the way of things." replied Miyako. "If the consequences cannot be considered acceptable, it is best to refrain from such things. May I suggest simply the strengthening exercises for now," and I would suggest an alternate means of continuing life - cooking. Which style? German, Japanese traditional, Italian, Chinese, Vegetarian variations?" "Japanese traditional," Rei spoke first. "Deutsche," spoke Asuka. "Microwave," said Misato. "No thanks, I do too much cooking already", commented Shinji. "I understand that you play the cello, Shinji-sama," Miyako commented. "May I assist you in improvement, I am an accomplished violist, and guitar player." Miyako noticed a barely perceptible bow from Rei and ever so gently returned the bow. "Thank you, I would like to continue my music studies," Shinji answered. "I have agreed to accept Misato-san as a client, I will arrange the times for your lessons." "Misato-san, may I see Rei-san privately?" Misato shrugged, "Sure." "Please accompany me, Rei-san." Rei did not move. "Go ahead, Rei," said Shinji. "Domo, Ikari-sama," said Miyako with a gentle bow. "Misato-san is our guardian, Ikari-sama's guardian. She will be adequate while we walk," remarked Rei as the classically dressed ladies moved through the quiet streets creating a small buzz, however no one approached them. "I perceive a bond between you and he that is forged in fire and blood." stated Miyako. "What is he to you?" "He is my life, my lord, my master. I owe him my being and my life." "I perceived this only from the study of history, I am aware that only a few female samurai ever existed. "There is seldom anything truly new," said Rei. "What about the other girls?" "Asuka-san is a warrior also, she does not honor my master, however she also protects him." "I don't understand." Rei ignored the last comment and continued. "I cannot kill her and remain next to my master to protect him. He has no one else to watch over him." "She is of more use to him alive than dead, so I allow it." "Rei-san! You must not speak of such things; however the code of the Geisha is silence, so I am honor bound not to report this to authorities." "Has apology been made for her injury to him?" "Yes." "Accepted?" "Yes." "Then I suggest you honor your master's wishes and leave her alone, that is unless she directly threatens his life." "I cannot simply stand and watch her cause him pain." "I see that the girl is not too terribly bruised at present although she is favoring her right side." "I threw her out of the tub. She spent over an hour in her soak and would not allow anyone else to share the bath." "Hmm, how is this affecting her ability as a warrior?" "I don't know." "May I suggest that you not damage her when dealing with her?" "What are you suggesting?" asked Rei "A spanking perhaps?" smiled Miyako. "I want a sword," said Rei. "To cut off Asuka's head no doubt." "No, to protect my master's life and to end my own life should I fail," replied Rei. "Rei-san, but how can you always keep it with you?" "Unnecessary, I will secure it in a safe place before going into battle. It is of no use in an EVA." "Damn, you ARE a warrior, You are a pilot of those huge machines. "Yes, I am the designated pilot of Unit-0. The machine will be my sword when I am in it." "I will secure for you a sword, Rei-san, It will not be a classic design, but will be more suited to your needs." Rei and Miyako quietly made their way back to the apartment. "Asuka Langley, I would speak with you now," uttered the Geisha in impeccable German. Asuka arose in an elegant and graceful move that did justice to the kimono she was wearing. "Do not worry, I shall be back shortly." "There she is again!" was whispered a few people on the balcony "It's really Miyako!" "Asuka, my child, you are in great danger, your life may depend on your interaction with your household. Make peace with Shinji and Rei, and yourself. "What's with the blue-haired bimbo anyway?" asked Asuka. "She is Lord Shinji's retainer now." "Lord Shinji? Are you batty? What's a retainer anyway?" "This is deadly serious." If you humiliate or strike Shinji ever again you may get seriously injured or killed by Rei." "I cannot prove this, but I think she may have sympathizers who may act on her behalf, " for in the past, Rei refused to kill you because it would mean losing her closeness to her master." This may change at any time." "Rei may ask a second to dispose of you without asking Shinji's permission." "So I'm supposed to be afraid?" "How's your right leg?" "Shiest! What am I supposed to do now?" "I would start with a prostrate apology in front of witnesses if I were you," remarked Miyako, "very humbling, for you, but will satisfy Rei, who apologized for you, If I read her correctly. Shinji will be embarrassed, but honored and being a good boy will probably not order her to kill you." Miyako smiled. "Becoming his concubine is probably out of the question. Alternately, even personal enemies work well together as retainers for a common master." Asuka felt the blood rise in her face, as the Geisha continued. "I would not suggest admission as retainer, because Rei would indeed kill you if Shinji were to reject you even if he did not realize the importance of the moment. Allegiance to his clan as a trusted ally is the safest short-term goal. After all, you fight a common enemy, even Rei has acknowledged this and recognizes your value to her master. I have a question for you Miss Langley. How many times has the young man saved your life?" Asuka stared blankly at the Geisha, the volcano incident flashed through her mind. "And how have you repaid him for your life?" Asuka began to cry. "I called him an idiot! I don't want to grovel at his feet, I'd die of embarrassment!" I would suggest then that you then treat him as a prince. It is the closest cultural link that describes your situation. The walk was repeated with Misato. Several weeks went by. "Ikari-sama" A figure approached and stood about 25 feet away. "I challenge your retainer to see if she is worthy." "What is your challenge?" "That she go back to being a girl and put this foolishness behind her, that you grow up and stop hiding behind a little girl's skirts." "And if you lose?" "Ayanami's master receives an apology and a gift suitable to redeem such an insult." "I have no weapons, other than my fists, weapons aren't allowed at school. Shinji replied. "I have brought weapons suitable for children. Due to the times, the fight will be with wooden swords." We shall fight until one of us yields or your master acknowledges that you are an unworthy retainer." Shinji moved forwards but was blocked by Rei, "I am sorry Ikari-sama," her voice was cold, calm, and with a cutting edge to it. "But this dog is not worthy to be pissed upon by you. Before he may fight the master, he must defeat the servant." "Well-spoken, Ayanami!" stated the challenger. Before Shinji could protest, Rei moved swiftly and grabbed the offered sword in the challengers left hand. Rei swiftly swept the bamboo sword through a dazzling motion of sweeps and curves. "Where did she learn to do that?" Shinji wondered. The challenger attacked without warning striking at Rei's legs. Rei deflected the blows and counter attacked with a ferocity that left the man retreating. Suddenly the man was down; Rei had caught him full in the ribcage with a side swing that knocked him down. If it had been a real sword, he would have been cut in two. He lay on the ground clutching his side. "I yield!" "Stop it, Ayanami-san!" Rei obeyed, with her crimson eyes flashing. "NO! Let me finish this!" "No, it's over. Lay down your sword." Rei lowered the bamboo sword but still clutched it, glowering at her opponent. "Now! Apologize to Ikari-sama!" she screamed at the man. The man was on his hands and knees still grimacing from the blow to his ribs. "Forgive this test, Ikari-sama!" the man pleaded. I am familiar with the sword's body, but not its spirit, for I am but a humble craftsman. I was asked to build a sword by a dear friend for a unique individual, but I heard of your age, I doubted your purpose and your honor. I humbly ask your forgiveness and ask that you receive my work into your hands. Your retainer is indeed worthy of your service, Ayanami-san is worthy to wear the sword." He rose and presented small box to Shinji. Shinji examined the box, removed the blue-handled short sword in its scabbard bearing the moon it from its box and held it out to Rei, who tucked it into the belt of her school uniform. "There were three insults, I see but one gift! " declared Rei. "The sword I have given you is for your home and formal occasions, There is another that I have not yet finished that must be crafted to the wearer. It is a concealable sword, not for the coward, but so as to allow the retainer to function without arousing suspicions, in today's world. Third is a katana, possibly to be my greatest work, and lastly the lessons of a master swordsman for your retainer." "Four is the number of Death," said Ayanami. "That is for your enemies, Ayanami-san." was the reply. "Your apologies and gifts are more than worthy to redeem your indiscretion," replied Shinji bowing to the man. "But how do you wish to be compensated for the difference?" "I have already received compensation in the lives of my wife and children, Ikari-sama", the swordmaker returned the bow, but much deeper. "You shall not see me again." He gathered the wooden swords and quickly left. NERV's agents reported the mock sword fight to Gendon. " Must have been a bully, anyone hurt?" " Just the bully." " He won't be back," thought Gendon. "Consider the incident closed." Misato looked puzzled, "It appears that a matching umbrella to Rei's formal kimono was separated from the accessories in our original order. The clothing shop just called asking you to simply pick it up. No additional payment is required." Shinji shrugged. "I'll get it after school." Rei preceded him at close distance; sometimes she followed, other times she walked beside him. Rei had wanted to bring her sword to school on numerous occasions, but Shinji had strictly forbade it, pointing out the NERV security personnel that were frequently seen shadowing the EVA pilots could also be considered adequate protection. And the risk of having the sword confiscated by the police or school personnel at grave risk to themselves as well as Rei, who he knew would not surrender the sword without a fight. He picked up the umbrella without incident and gave it to Rei. As it was durable as well as pretty, she began carrying it with her. Asuka had changed her behavior for the most part and frequently addressed Shinji as Sen-pai, Ikari-san, or Shinji-san. She still referred to Rei as Wonder Girl. The behavior could be considered formal, cold but not impolite. Her fights with Misato were frequent but short-lived. Chores were still divided, but Shinji rarely got to complete all of his chores, as Rei would always help him, much to Asuka's dismay. Asuka began sharing the communal bath with Rei, Shinji and Misato on occasions. Miyako brought a stern faced man with her, whom she introduced as Rakan. "You have received the second of the four gifts." He informed Shinji. "Where? "The umbrella." The umbrella had been searched, X-rayed, sniffed, magnetically scanned and everything short of sawn in two. It had been shown at NERV HQ. It had been carried to school. "I have been informed that your short sword is still in your possession, that in spite of your temptation to carry it in the traditional manner and disobey your master, you have respected his wishes and also retained your sword." "Get your umbrella!" Rei brought out the accessory. "I am pleased that I too have passed the test, for if the second gift had been discovered, it would have dishonored me." "Please present the sword to your retainer, Lord Ikari." Shinji held the umbrella out with a single hand to a kneeling Rei who re-accepted it. "Now, for your protection, please leave us. This is strictly a matter between servants." Shinji and Miyako retired to the center room and played a string selection in the center room, surprisingly, Asuka applauded at the end. Rei and the man emerged several hours later. "I am satisfied," he remarked to Miyako and Shinji, her devotion to her master is tempered with good judgement, as fine steel can both cut and flex. " Rei was beaming, but Shinji did not know the price of seeing the naked blade until after he went to bed. He heard Asuka exclaim, "that's a nasty cut, Rei. "How did you ever cut your hand like that?" There was no answer. School had settled, down, Rei, Asuka and Shinji sat in class; Asuka and girls chatted about boys. Talk about Rei and Shinji was pretty non-existent except for the occasional speculation of them already being married. A new young man approached the fiery redhead about going to the movies. Touji and the others prompted him. They figured that the verbal lashing resulting from such an exchange would be great fun. " Why how very nice of you to ask!" gushed Asuka. "That would be very nice," of course. It looks that someone has finally arrived who knows how to make a girl feel pretty!" The stupefied classmates stood around with slack jaws while Asuka smiled at them, flashed her fingers in a two fingered salute and looked positively CUTE. "What are the results from the last sync test, Doctor?" "Rei is up another 10 points. Shinji is up 5 points. But Asuka is up over 30 points!" "Very impressive, do you have anything to add, Major?" "Rei and Shinji are very close, but do not appear to be getting romantically involved. Asuka has actually become a pleasure to live with and is rapidly becoming the most desirable girl in school." "Only results interest me. Very well, your cultural funding will continue at its new rate." "Asuka, how are you doing?" "Oh Miyako, I got asked out on a date!" He was new and shy, but polite, so I accepted. I made him feel wanted and important." " Then I got asked out by almost every boy in the class!" "Why didn't Misato teach me these things?" They seem so easy! "Asuka, smiled Miyako. How old do you think I am? "Early thirty's, late twenties?" "I am sixty-three years young, Asuka. I have the wisdom of centuries in caring for men, both young and old. It doesn't matter if they come from humble or noble lines; they can all be frightened boys." "Asuka stared at the flawless skin and trim figure of the Geisha. "It is my wish that you continue to develop the inner beauty that has started to shine though to your outside. This is for you and your future husband, it is not for the selfish, the vain or the proud." --- Rei stood outside Shinji's door silently holding her formal short sword, her hand on the hilt. Shinji was sobbing inside his room in shock and horror from what he had experienced only a few hours ago. A man had been killed. It was a robbery attempt outside a restaurant in Tokyo 3. Asuka's new boyfriend Eric was escorting her. All were dressed in simple kimonos except Eric who decided that he was not quite ready to wear a "bathrobe". Asuka's flowered yellow kimono and red hair were a stunning combination, Rei's navy blue kimono was striking and Shinji's looked quite handsome in his basic black. Misato's crimson kimono was as effective. Eric had on a nice blue suit and an orange and red tie that splashed color against his white shirt. No one remembers exactly what happened. A man ran up knocking Shinji down and grabbing Misato's purse. As he began running, his head simply seemed to fall off his body. The fountain of blood that sprayed from his falling torso covered them, staining their faces with red streaks. Misato had her pistol in her hand from her thigh holster, grabbed Shinji with her hand and threw him in the corner of the entrance. Standing in front of him, she motioned for the other children to get behind her. Blood was everywhere. NERV agents were converging. "GET BACK!" screamed Misato." I don't know you! One of the agents Misato knew. She motioned him to take up a defensive position next to her. The local constables were clearing the streets. A tape barrier denoting a crime scene was put up around the frightened and confused party. Everyone sat in silence in the infirmary, They were advised not to discuss the incident among themselves. Asuka held Eric's hand, who was still shaking. Shinji sat with his head in his hands crying. Rei sat staring straight ahead. NERV had exercised is authority over the civilian government and had its own investigation launched. The news accounts were quietly quelled. Each person was taken to a separate room and was debriefed with the interview recorded. Their clothes were taken from them and they were allowed to shower and wore paper garments home. Misato's purse was examined and returned, along with Asuka's makeup case, Shinji's tape player, and Rei's umbrella. A letter explaining the loss of the suit was given to the boy Eric with a cashier's check for 500,000 yen. The Major and Asuka took him home to frightened and concerned parents. "But she IS a nice girl!" was heard coming from the house as they went home. The internal NERV memo from NERV security to the Commander: "The wound of the victim is consistent with that of a very sharp cutting instrument. It contacted the victim's shirt after killing him, leaving a pattern of a string of circles. Death was instantaneous. It is suspected that the killer who inflicted this wound knew exactly how to do it, the lack of witnesses even among our own operatives points to the killer as an extremely dangerous individual." There is no known match to the circular pattern. Nothing to indicate whom would possess such in instrument. The examination of the total wound revealed absolutely no metal particles. Examination under an electron microscope of a section of neck bone from the wound indicates a slicing action occurred similar to a sword stroke, however we cannot be sure. A vibrating blade similar to the progressive knife could have produced the wound and possibly the pattern. We are uncertain if the cutting instrument was actually solid. The fact that the victim was armed and engaged in a criminal act is also puzzling. This individual was not a small time purse-snatcher, but the member of an organization with known ties to SEELE. It is suspected that he snatched the purse as a means to distract the Major from the children. We are unsure as what was intended should this plan have succeeded. Resulting circumstances would indicate that the children have made powerful allies outside of NERV. Footnote: Rakan, master swordsman to the Imperial Court and friend of Miyako recently visited Major Katsuragi s apartment. The cultural emphasis of the children's education would not make this unusual. At the time of the incident he was teaching a young man a sword dance. Therefore questioning him would require permission from the Royal House and much more than mere suspicions. Questioning Miyako would be a public relations nightmare and it is unthinkable to ask her to break her code of silence where her clients are concerned." " Rei." Asuka approached. "May I see Shinji-sama?" Rei relaxed and softened slightly at the first use of the higher title. "He left no orders about being left alone." Rei opened the door and Asuka approached him and gently took his hand. Rei looked quite stern but said nothing. "If you wish me to stop, simply say so." The boy sobbed, "Why does there have to be killing?" Asuka caressed his face and touched the tears streaming down his face. Asuka held the crying boy for about an hour and stroked his face and sang to him. Suddenly he was asleep. "Domo Langley-san, "said Rei. "You have healed his pain and I am indebted to you." " It is you who apologized for the pain I caused him at school, " Asuka responded bowing. She added, "my debt to you is far greater." Rei smiled that half-sad little smile that was so rare. "Are you my friend, then?" "Yes, Rei," --- About a week later Shinji was at NERV for an activation test with Misato. Rei asked Asuka, "Will you be my master's woman?" Asuka's mind whirled, "Oh no, now what do I say to her first request now that we're friends?" Asuka replied carefully, "Shinji-sama is a most worthy master, if he receives permission from his father, from my father and has the marriage ceremony appropriate for his station, I will consent." "But I will not surrender my virginity to any man whom I cannot call Husband!" Asuka's eyes flashed at the end of her statement. The old Asuka Langley momentarily appeared hands on her hips, and very sure of herself! "I have already asked Commander Ikari," stated Rei flatly. "What did he say?" Asuka looked serious. "He didn't say anything." "I have also asked Miyako for her services for the master." "And?" Asuka smiled. "She said that Misato is the client " answered Rei, "But will bed Shinji if asked to by Misato." "What did Misato say?" giggled Asuka. "She didn't answer, either." Rei looked puzzled. "Pillowing is one of Miyako's talents isn't it?" "I'll ask Misato if she wants to! No, that would be fraternization with a lower rank." Rei pondered the dilemma. Asuka ran from the room unable to contain her laughter. Closing her door she headed for the bed and buried her head in the pillow and roared with laughter. She laughed so hard he began losing her breath. The images in her mind of the flushing Misato, the embarrassed Commander, and the confused Rei only made it worse. She rolled onto the floor and gasped for air and then started all over again. About a half-hour later she had composed herself. "Hi, it's me!" announced Misato. Shinji headed for the kitchen. It was his turn to cook. He had started cooking again. He had missed it. "Hi Asuka!" bubbled Misato. Asuka started laughing again. "What's so funny?" Asuka laughed harder with tears running down her face. "What's gotten into her?" asked Shinji. "Not you!" Asuka answered the unintended pun. The intensity of her laughter increased. "Is something wrong?" Misato asked Rei, who looked very confused. "I told her about your reaction to my request for Miyako's additional services for Shinji." "Oh, no!" said Misato violently blushing. Asuka was laughing so hard she was clutching her abdomen in pain and gasping for air. "Services? What services do you mean?" said Shinji. "Go to your room Young Ikari! That's an order! Rei, sit on him if you have to. Just keep him out of here. Asuka may be in real trouble." Misato picked up the gasping girl and laid her on the couch. She dialed NERV medical services. "Set scramble to 5 Baker Zulu." She keyed a code into her cell phone. "Roger, I copy. The Second Child is laughing so hard she may be going into shock," Misato reported. "No this is not a joke!" I will personally blow your anus out of your eardrums with my pistol if you are not here in 3 minutes!" "Then I will turn you over to the Commander!" "Yes, I am with the Second Child," "Do what?" "Repeat the procedure. Roger, I copy." Misato dropped the phone and slapped Asuka hard. The pain and stinging sensations brought the laughter to an end. The Medical services rushed in with a litter, started an IV of D5W and had her vital signs in seconds. "Damn! This isn't looking good!" Asuka was now crying in pain doubled over. Asuka was being strapped in a pressure suit. "Major! We have a surgical team standing by." "Roger, starting Ringer's Lactate." The tech spoke into his headset. --- "I am so sorry, but I just couldn't help it!" Asuka smiled and then grimaced. "Ouch!" "You tore your abdominal muscles and began bleeding internally. The surgeons have repaired the muscles and stopped the bleeding. You will begin physical therapy in three days to avoid losing muscle tone. A plastic surgeon performed the open and close procedures to eliminate scarring. You will follow his instructions in caring for the incision." Misato informed her. "Damn! This smarts! Asuka looked at her abdomen; a swollen purple line ran across her bikini line. "As required by regulations, I have made a formal report of the incident, which no doubt will be passed around to every department at NERV," concluded the Major. -- In another area of NERV... "Is that the report?" asked Commander Ikari. "Burn it! AND GET THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!" Asuka recovered without incident, the reminder was a thin pink line that the surgeon assured her would fade away in a few months. Her physical therapy kept her abdomen flat, Miyako had some exercises she also recommended. "I tore a muscle playing tennis once," she remarked. End of Chapter 1 From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 2 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But this episode contain a strong sexual content of a non-violent nature.I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language.I do not believe that there is a single obscene word or vernacular in the entire chapter. Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism,comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu ----------------- Chapter 2 "Rei is down 5 points in the sync test, Shinji and Asuka are within 1 point of the last sync test." "Rei is down a total of 15 points in 3 weeks." reported Misato. The others are up 2 each in the same time frame. "Do you have any idea what is causing this, Major?" "No, Sir." "Major, if you are trying to avoid an embarrassing topic, it will not work." I am ordering you to speak plainly." "In regards to the laughing incident, Rei has not yet..." Misato started. "Secured a bed-warmer for young Ikari?" the Commander finished. "As his guardian I do not think it is appropriate for the boy to have a concubine." "As the head of NERV, I think the Ayanami's psychological well-being and ability to synchronize is more important than your misguided moral interests. Your personal life hasn't been a shining example, but your job performance has been excellent up to now. Don't disappoint me." "Just call me Madame," mumbled Misato under her breath. --- "Doctor, I need your opinion on what becoming sexually active will do psychologically to the Third Child." "Not with the other Children!" "No, but I have my orders." "You?" "Don't be silly, I have been asked to secure him a suitable concubine." Misato was not happy with the topic. "In this day and age? Disease, guilt, loss of respect for women, are some openers." The doctor began. "We are not talking hookers here, or bar hostesses." remarked Misato. "He will naturally bond with the girl and she will have a large influence over him. He will be very protective of her. However, this may prove a plus when piloting an EVA. Overall, it's a risky business. There is the possibility of children, jealousy in the house from you and the others over lost affection, possible security breaches. There will be loose talk over how NERV spends its money. It's all here in my report to Commander Ikari," concluded the doctor. "Bastard!" --- "Major, I was amused at Ayanami-san's request for bedding services for Ikari-san. Actually she is wishing to become his lover by proxy. She is quite devoted to him. The fact that Langley-san did not reject the proposal outright would indicate her desires as well. Your desires are also quite evident." Miyako looked at a blushing Misato. I have a list of candidates, women and young girls - mostly students who need money, a place to stay, and a chance to further their education. They have no objections to trading sexual favors for long term goals. I myself am one of the candidates, but because I could raise too high an expectation for a future wife, I do not recommend myself." "There is a young Geisha seeking a client, she is my protege, and at present her virginity is being offered at 25 million yen. I think I would forgo the auction in return for a long-term contract." "This sounds like slavery!" said Misato. "Hardly, her training and expenses up to now were more than that, but primarily she trusts that I will find a gentle man who will treat her well and allow her to continue her art studies." "Then I would have be the client of two Geisha?" "No, the young master would be the client, and if the terms are agreeable, the sole client, in which no one else may claim her favors during the contract. The master or suitable second will assume arrangements for children, transportation, and living arrangements. A separate apartment is customary; although due to the security arrangements, this may be waived. I suggest a larger apartment, possibly a house. Sleeping in the living room will not be acceptable. She must have her own room and privacy when apart from the master. She may never be his wife. Geisha never marry. "Hmm," The girls sat and discussed the candidates. "This French girl is nice." remarked Misato. "But she doesn't take good care of herself, she has blemishes and bites her nails, remarked Asuka. "How did you spot that so quickly? Asked Misato. "How about the Swede?" said Asuka. "She is young, well educated and pretty." "Probably would scare him to death and screw him to the mattress," replied Misato clinically. "The American?" "Wouldn't adapt to the culture." "Miyako? A known quantity, we all like her, but Shinji could be jealous of other clients or never finish his cello lessons. Put her down as plan B." "The lady from Zambia?" "We don't need another warrior," remarked Rei. "Let's interview the Geisha Aiko." --- "Very impressive resume," Misato remarked. 5 languages including German. Chef of 4 disciplines: Including certification to prepare fugu. Music: violin, voice, piano and traditional zither. Traditional Dance. Degree in business. Daughter of prominent family. Trained by Miyako. Miyako sat with the girls. "Please remove your clothes Aiko," suggested Miyako. She stepped out of her kimonos and dropped them in a smooth graceful motion. The girls gasped. Even naked, she exhibited the poise and grace of a porcelain doll. "You may touch me it you desire," Aiko said. "Are those real?" asked Asuka, gently pressing on a breast. "Factory equipment," Aiko smiled back. "Will you bed him with others present? Asked Rei. "An unusual request, but not a problem unless you want to join in." answered Aiko. "You may be asked to represent these ladies as their proxy as well to the master." That would simply require their presence, and encouragement. They would not participate in the act itself." Miyako elaborated. Miyako nodded and Aiko put a robe on. "Rei is a different matter." "Oh?" "She is the masters' retainer - bodyguard if you will. She carries the ancient swords of the samurai. You may not see them but for your own safety believe that they are present. She will be listening to everything outside the bedroom, and watching you closely. She will kill you without hesitation should you humiliate or injure her master." It is her devotion to her master that prompted this interview. "She sleeps at his door, you may not enter his bedroom without permission or leave it against his permission." She makes sure that there is always a guard present with him whether Misato-san, herself or myself. She is not looking to injure or kill anyone but has many powerful friends who honor and respect her- not only at NERV, but also in the Imperial Court itself. You will be watched by NERV intelligence and assume any phone calls will be monitored. You must remember your code of silence." "I understand, the discipline I have trained with should not fail in this regard. So tell me, who is the client candidate?" "Ikari Shinji, pilot of Evangelion Unit 1." Said Rei. "Is there a second?" "Ikari Gendon, his father, head of NERV," said Misato "Is the contract acceptable?" Asked Aiko turning to Misato. Misato began. "I have the seal and signature of Ikari Gendon affixed to the document, and my own signature, that of his legal guardian. I also have a cashier's check for 25 million yen for Miyako pending your physical. The father has chosen a discrete lady doctor who has been advised of your claims and will verify your virginity. I have a new lease on the apartment next door with 6 bedrooms and two full baths. The amended terms of the contract are for 5 years instead of 10 so payment has been make for your virtue. Are the amended changes acceptable?" "Yes." --- The exam was over. Aiko was in excellent heath and her claim verified. The check was handed to Miyako. The movers began carrying furniture from one apartment to the other Each person directed the placement of his or her furniture. Rei and Misato arranged Shinji's new room. In about 2 hours the group was in the new apartment. Shinji arrived after an exhausting physical. "It seemed that tests had been run on the tests." He remarked as Misato drove him home. "Well, what do you think?" Pointing at the new apartment. "It is great, even Rei has her own room and there are TWO baths." "Who's the new girl?" "Oh, that's Aiko; I'll let Rei explain." "Rei!" Shinji protested, " I really appreciate the gesture, but I don't..." He colored as he glanced at the contract. "She is yours." Rei said. "If you do not wish to bed her, we may sell her contract to another." "He may not be as worthy as her present master." Added Misato, seriously. Shinji blinked. "No. I mean I'll, well..." "All the women of this house decided on this, including Miyako." Said Asuka. "All! But you know, you think that..." sputtered the boy. "Do not be afraid, young master," smiled Aiko. "Say, this is really good!" said Shinji changing the subject. "Thank you," bowed Aiko." I am pleased that my first meal for you has met with your approval." "Where did you get the bean candy, I have never tasted any this good!" said Asuka. "I made it for you." "The ramen?" "All from fresh ingredients, including noodles and the fishcake." "But that didn't take you very long!" said Misato. "I would suggest that my duties include shopping, financial manager and dietician for the family. I would like to show you that good nutritious food can be prepared almost a quickly as instant at a fraction of the cost. As with Miyako-san, my function in this house is basically a servant. I realize that I will enjoy things here that none of the other ladies will be permitted. Therefore I offer my talents back to the family as friend, confidant, chef, entertainer, and teacher." "We welcome you to our household," said Misato. "My contract does not actually begin until the young master breaks my virginity," corrected Aiko. Shinji flushed, and bolted from the table, running towards his room. Confused as to where his new room was he entered a door and threw himself on the bed. "Oops," he thought," realizing that the furnishings were unfamiliar. He heard the door close. "Oh, it's you, Rei, " he remarked as she looked at him. "Please stop anyone from coming in." "Very well." Rei stood quietly. "Can you wait outside?" Asked Shinji. "No, I cannot allow that." Rei refused. "Aiko has not yet earned my trust, or demonstrated the ability to protect you." "Besides you are in her room, uninvited, and she has not yet said that you are welcome in it." "I should go back and apologize for the intrusion." "Why not simply tell her?" Shinji looked around, but did not see her. There were musical instruments, an easel, a nude sculpture, books, wall hangings, a wig stand, fans, kimonos, and umbrellas. A toilet and a sink were in a small room in the corner. "You are welcome in my room anytime, young Ikari-san, although I can understand your rush to enjoy my charms, you will have to find me first!" The voice was so indistinct; it appeared to come from behind him. He glanced behind him and then examined the room for a hiding place. Funny, where did her voice come from? Shinji looked hard at Rei who looked questioningly at him. " You mean you really can't see her?" Looking into the lavatory, Shinji felt a rush of air behind him. He turned around and stepped onto something warm and soft, Shinji flushed as he examined the pair of underwear, and unconsciously sniffed them. "Ah!" The mighty tiger catches the scent of his quarry!" Aiko chided him. Shinji looked back at Rei. "You can always just reach out and touch her." said Rei puzzled. Shinji took another step and was standing on her belts and outer kimono. The bright yet simple pattern of cherry blossoms did not match anything in the room, but still he had not seen it. He felt a warm breath on his ear and waved his arm behind him. Finding an inner kimono and belt were now hanging on his arm, he realized a beautiful naked girl was hiding from him in plain sight. "Rei-san," Aiko whispered so quietly that Shinji could not hear, "In order to join with him I must touch him. Will this be permitted?" Rei nodded. Shinji moved now quietly around the room, straining at the slightest sound, he could here the sounds of Asuka and Misato in the kitchen. He closed his eyes to focus on any movement but the pounding of his heart seemed to mask all other sounds. Suddenly he tripped and fell, but did not land, a slender pair of arms belying their strength appeared below him and lowered him gently into Aiko's waiting embrace. "So you have found me!" Aiko gently mocked him. "Am I to assume that you think I am pretty?" she challenged. Shinji sat back, and realized that Aiko had removed his belts, opened his kimono and exposed his manhood in a few short seconds. He could smell the body of the young Geisha and his excitement was boiling, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," was the reply. "I am yours if you want me." Shinji nodded. Aiko guided the young man's member towards her genitalia. His excitement was at a fever pitch as his member touched the outer areas of her vagina and then she paused. "I will not assist you in breaking my virginity. You and you alone must act. Take me, young warrior," she encouraged him. Shinji pressed gently and then urgently and then entered into the softness of Aiko's waiting body. She caressed him gently as initial fury was calmed, her body rippled in response to his pelvic thrusts, Aiko timed her response to prolong the experience, as this was the master's first time as well and it should be memorable. She kissed, caressed, fondled, played, hummed, and nibbled his ear. There was a knock on the door. Shinji froze his erection withering. Aiko wrapped herself around his body fully with arms and legs as it to protect him. "May I come in?" Misato asked. "No," answered Rei, "the contract is being consummated." He heard the steps as Misato hurried away. "Please continue, young master," Aiko said relaxing as if a flower were opening and resumed caressing his chest. They continued their lovemaking, His erection was becoming so intense it was becoming painful. Her vaginal contractions amplified the sensation. Aiko noticed his grimaces. "Stop, young man," she whispered as she relaxed her vagina. "This is not a footrace, but this is simply life." Shinji withdrew and sat back looking somewhat embarrassed. "Surrendering your seed to a stranger is not a easy thing to ask, but I will receive it joyfully when the time comes." She smiled. "Miyako explained to me that this occurs to the majority of men on their first experience with a woman, and is no reason to be ashamed or guilty. Experienced men with a new partner also have been known to have a similar experience. Please rest." "Rei-san, please hand me the rice paper squares." Shinji realized that Rei had witnessed the encounter and had quietly guarded the door. Rei did not look the least bit disturbed. Shinji soon forgot his embarrassment. Sitting on the paper, Aiko continued. "I think you are an excellent master, surprisingly young but with a great future. Your retainer is most excellent, for she is the only person other than my instructor that has been able to see the ghost walk. But even he has had difficulty as of late. Aiko shifted her weight. Miyako recommended that I accept you as client. I am pleased with her judgement in this matter." She shifted again and sat back down on another piece of paper. She took a hand fan and cooled the perspiring young man. "If you do not wish to wear my scent, am willing to bathe you." Aiko offered. Aiko went to the sink, got a small washcloth and a basin of cool water washed his torso and pubic area, streaks of blood appeared in the basin as she carefully washed him. Aiko retreated to the toilet and sink to attend her own hygiene, first gathering up the rice paper. Shinji dressed himself quietly feeling rather refreshed. Rei was looking rather pleased. "I have made my master happy?" She asked. Shinji nodded. Rei smiled to the point where one thought her teeth might show. Aiko emerged, seated herself at a desk and quickly wrote out three letters with artistic strokes. She rose and followed Rei and Shinji back into the main room. "This is for you, Major," she bowed handing her the packet, I have another for Miyako and a third for Commander Ikari." "What is this?" she asked opening the letter. "Formal notification of the final acceptance of the contract by the young master, as well as the evidence of its acceptance." She looked at the bloody paper." "Then this is." Misato stammered. "The true evidence of my virginity and my acceptance into your house, sealed in blood." Misato blushed a fiery red and said nothing more. But Asuka rose and kissed her on the cheek. "Welcome dear sister," she said. Rei bowed to her. "You have shown the ability to care for the master in ways I cannot." "If it pleases the master, I wish to purchase a gift for his new consort." Shinji sat calmly as if he had just finished dessert. "That is acceptable." At Miyako's next meeting, Rei spoke briefly to her and made a request. She nodded at the request and smiled. "It's a perfect gift for her." "Your report on young Ayanami as well as the other pilots." The Commander stared at Misato. Rei has recovered her 3-week loss plus added 3 additional sync points. Shinji has gained 5 and Asuka has gained 4. " "The Magi predicted that this was the most likely result, well done, Major." "That will be all." --- "The kimono shop called. Your accessories are ready, Aiko." "I recognize the need for this," pointing at the elegant pair of fans decorated with her insignia of cherry blossoms, "but this is a weapon, and I am not a warrior," cried Aiko to Miyako. "Actually the fans were Rei's idea and the knife was mine," replied Miyako. Aiko stared. "You know how I feel about weapons," she cried pointing at the ceramic blade artistically engraved with her insignia. This is to be used to protect you from being violated, and to defensively protect the young master." "Or did you forget the price that purchased you and your joining of the household? What good is a giver of life who will not protect life?" Miyako demanded. For Miyako it was the equivalent of a slap in the face of Aiko. "Either fan will dissipate the force of a shotgun blast at point blank range and will deflect an ice pick delivered at full force." That is not silk, but layers of molded kevlar. The ribs are of crystalline titanium and will support several tons without breaking. "Where is Rei's sword? She only carries the ceremonial one inside the house." "Truly I do not know. Rei carries the scar in her hand from its acceptance. Even the master has never seen it." "She carries the ghost sword?" Aiko whispered. I thought the mentions of it were only legends. Has it been used?" "I heard of a robbery attempt in Tokyo-3 involving the young master. The robber lost his head. No one saw any blade or was any physical evidence found other than a string of circles in blood on the robber's shirt." "The circles, that's..." "Hush my child, remember your code of silence." Miyako spoke sharply. "Sometimes the walls have ears." "As you enter your life as a Geisha, Aiko-san" began Miyako, "I would remind you of who and what you are. "I have registered you at the treasury of Tokyo-3 as a true Geisha you are now a national treasure as am I. A censored copy of your contract excluding the names of your clients and their seconds, is on file there. You cannot be detained, searched, or movements restricted without council approval, any attack on your person or sponsoring client is punishable by death. You have an identity card that gives you free passage on any public transportation, you may eat at any restaurant without charge, be granted refuge at any house within city limits, use any public phone and call to anywhere with your access code also without charge and without question. It is punishable by having ones ears removed to wiretap or deliberately record a conversation between you and a client. Your word in court carries the weight of two witnesses to convict or acquit for any crime, yet you cannot be subpoenaed without the council's approval. You may possess and use a firearm without question. You may see any play, movie, or sporting event also without price on any night. Here is a list of stores that will furnish any clothes, sports equipment, or household goods you may require in exchange for a single certified photograph of you in their store. The photo may only be displayed as a single 7 by 14 cm gold-framed photograph in the lower section of a the store window where you were present. Reproductions or cardboard posters are forbidden. Your name and signature and likeness are trademarked and registered and may not be used without your written permission. A law firm has agreed to represent you without monetary compensation in any civil or criminal matters in exchange for their name appearing with yours in a magazine or newspaper. A dealer in the city will furnish an automobile also in exchange for the dealer's name appearing discretely in the lower right corner of the vehicle's bumper. It is unlawful to follow, pursue, trace, or track you by any means. You may release into your custody prior to trial, any party charged with any crime on your word alone. However failure to appear in court by such a party so bonded would be punishable by death. You may not be held in contempt of court. You may submit a request for pardon for any crime save assassination once per year. None has ever been refused. My recommendations: You must meet the Emperor once per year, at the place and time of your choosing, this is symbolic in as much as he is the peoples' representative. You must not dishonor the people of Tokyo-3 or Japan by excesses or playing off their generosity. You must allow from time to time ladies, gentlemen, and children to approach you and be gracious to them. I will illustrate appropriate signals that indicate your willingness or not to be approached. You should request and receive a bodyguard from the police for any festival or large crowd, lest your fans crush you. Travel at times in traditional dress to remind the people of the old ways. Remember that your first duty is to your client." Miyako bowed to Aiko, "I bid you welcome." Aiko moved quietly through the fish market of Tokyo-3, in addition to the staples of traditional Japanese fare, she was looking for the blowfish, a deadly poison unless expertly prepared, Aiko was also one of the few chefs in the country licensed to prepare this possibly suicidal delicacy. At present in simple but traditional garb, she moved gracefully through the vendors, purchasing squid, fish and crab with a practiced eye. She moved towards one of the few wholesalers of the delicacy. Several buyers from exclusive hotels were bidding, but her bid was ignored. Twice more she signaled her bid with her license and was again ignored. She moved towards the auctioneer and slapped him across the face! She fumed. "How dare you refuse my bid! "Go away," he remarked, rubbing his face, "we don't sell to housewives here." "How dare you also speak ill of the givers of life of Japan! As for my qualifications, Pierre Gaton, from the Excelsior, and the great Kido from the Tokyo Imperial where I trained, and Wolfgang Posch from the Hoffstettler might disagree with you," she retorted. "Excuse me, you trained with Kido?" a kind voice exclaimed. "Yes, Shoju-san" she replied, recognizing him, but with eyes still flashing." I too, trained with Kido," "You have an advantage over me, may I ask your name young lady? "Aiko." The man was startled and bowed so deeply he almost fell over. "Please forgive me, I did not recognize you. You were in my class." "And you were a most worthy opponent," smiled Aiko. "I followed the announcement of your acceptance as a national treasure." "Gentlemen," the chef announced, "I suggest we take our business elsewhere to an establishment where the fish is not rotten. If he will not sell to a colleague and a Geisha who presented her credentials strictly in accordance with protocol, I will not buy from him." "Nor I". The words were repeated. Suddenly the area was vacant. The many buyers had simply walked away. Fishermen were putting their catch back on their boats, as this area of commerce had suddenly gone bust. "May I escort you to a more favorable environment?" Shoju requested. "Thank you," she smiled taking his arm. They proceeded to a more modest area. The wholesaler had only 5 specimens to sell. "I am sorry, but I must dispose of them after only a few hours as they spoil quickly, and freezing them would make them too dangerous to eat. These just arrived. Please inspect the merchandise. Before we start the bidding, I would remind you to please use your licenses to signal your acceptance. Aiko marched to the box of fish and put her nose into the mouth of a fish and sniffed. What do you think Shoju-san? "This is a small one but quite excellent." "These three are good." "This one although safe, I would not accept." "Shoju-san do you concur?" challenging her colleague. "On all but the last point. I think the last fish is both safe and tasty." Shoju replied. "But that is just my opinion" The fish was gone. "I will trust the lady's nose," said the seller. Shall we begin the bidding on the small one at 5000 yen? Thank you, he carefully eyed the license Aiko held up and nodded. Do I hear 6000 yen? No one moved. "Once, twice." "Ten thousand! "Said Aiko. "I will not allow my station to cheat you." I have ten do I hear eleven, once twice, SOLD for ten thousand yen. Next we have the first of the three that the lady described as good. Do I hear three thousand? Every license was raised. He blinked. "Six?" every license stayed up, Fifteen? None dropped. Twenty-five? Still no quitters. Fifty? Only a few dropped out. The bidding continued. Sold! 300 thousand yen. The others fetched a similar price. "Will you buy the catches of the fishermen who will be coming to see you?" Asked Aiko "Their old wholesaler went under and it is not proper for their families to suffer due to his loss." "If I am paid immediately, I will do so." He replied. "These men cannot wait a week to buy fuel for their boats. I would suggest that you inspect and let them sell their catch under consignment, until you can buy it outright. Offer a discount to customers for cash." Maybe this will help," said Aiko smiling. She wrote on a small card and handed it to him. He read the inscription and laughed then stared. Aiko produced a small gold frame for the card. The card read. "He trusted the lady's nose." -Aiko. Using a small hammer and a nail from a packing crate she fastened the frame to the man's podium. You may use this card as long as it remains attached to this podium in this spot! For emphasis she drove a nail into the base of the podium nailing it to the dock. Noting the company use conditions and location in her journal, she said." I will register you as a known customer of Aiko." "Please serve the people well." She thrust a ten thousand yen note into the startled man's hand, grabbed her fish and retreated swiftly down the dock, where a large crowd was gathering, "Where is the Geisha?" she could hear the din building. "May I offer you a lift?" commented Shoju leaning out of his van. "Yes, I took the train, but I didn't realize how quickly things could get out of hand. "You see, I'm new to the national treasure business." "Give the people time to get to know you." Shoju replied speeding away. "But thankfully, chefs are rarely mobbed." "There, drop me off at this train platform, and thank you, Shoju-san." She exited the van and disappeared into the station and was quickly lost in the crowd. --- Shinji and Aiko were practicing calligraphy. "The fish platter was really excellent!" remarked Shinji. It was both mild and sweet. Your presentation was delightful! I really liked the crane design too! "When can we have it again?" "Never," Aiko wept, "I have been forbidden to prepare it for you ever again." "Forbidden?" "It was fugu." "It was my most cherished dish." her voice trembled. "The culmination of my career as a chef is now useless!" "Please hold me." She cried. Shinji held the sobbing woman to his chest. Feeling awkward, but protective he kissed her. Rei moved towards to door and silently stood guard. Aiko responded, first with a polite response, then with a passion. She was still crying as she guided him into her vagina. Sobbingly she responded to his rhythm but was still sobbing when she felt the beginnings of his ejaculation. Shinji's eyes widened and then glazed as the involuntary spasms began to rack his body. "Is he all right?" asked Rei looking very alarmed as Shinji cried out in pleasure. "Oh yes, this is what happens to a man when he surrenders his seed to his mate," answered Aiko who began using her talents to hold and amplify the sensation. "It's, ok, Rei," Shinji croaked, "Really, I just need to catch my breath." " Ooooohhhhh!" he exclaimed. Rei wasn't buying excuses, she remembered Asuka's bout with laughter, and hustled Misato into Shinji's room. Shinji was still on top of Aiko gasping from the force of his orgasm when Misato burst in. "Ikari Shinji!" "What's wrong!" she began. Aiko looked up from under him and smiled a most knowing smile. "F---" "That's right!" smiled Aiko. Misato dialed medical services. "Identify Katsuragi scramble Baker Zulu Seven. Yes, Roger, I copy. I have a question concerning the Third Child. No, I am not declaring an emergency at this time. Symptoms are as follows: rapid pulse, dilated pupils, Respiration: rapid and shallow, extreme lethargy. Symptoms occurred when he was lying on a beautiful girl. Yes, this is the one that reported the laughing child. Roger, I can't see that! Roger, stand by." Misato gently raised the spent young man up, who offered no resistance and lowered him back into Aiko arms. That's a Roger, semen is present, quite a large quantity, too! Roger, thank you and good bye." "Rei!" said Misato stepping back into the hall. "Yes, Major!" I expect you to learn the various stages of human sexual response. I am referring to medical textbooks and not fantasy magazines or manga. I'll give you the short version for openers, he is likely to flail his extremities, moan, gasp for air, make declarations, swear, clench his teeth, shake uncontrollably, invoke a Deity and eject unusual substances from his body! I expect a formal summary of your studies in 5 days. Until you complete them I suggest that when he is joined with her, that Aiko be the judge of whether or not young Ikari having a medical emergency!" Yes, Major." "You acted properly under the circumstances, Rei." "Well done." Misato closed the door. "Aiko, I was surprised. I never thought." "Rest, young master." "Aiko." "Hmm?" "You could still prepare the dish for someone else. I ate it and survived. You must be a good chef." "That's not the point and you know it. I was showing off for my benefit and not yours. Had you requested the dish, circumstances might have been different. I simply got spanked for my pride." "Isn't the point of being a chef being able to produce excellence regardless of the circumstances?" "Thank you, I was wallowing in self pity. Where did that bit of wisdom come from?" "The tea ceremony that Miyako taught us." "Of course. I just never thought of it that way. I wonder, do you think the Tokyo Imperial might permit me to visit their kitchen and polish my cuisine from time to time?" "Are you kidding, they would empty the kitchen!" --- It was about 3pm at the head chef's office at the Tokyo Imperial. "Shoju-san!" "Yes?" "You have a phone call." " Did they say who it was?" "Well, the lady said you bought fish together recently." "Tomorrow morning, menus, shopping for ingredients, then preparation? No problem," Shoju gulped. "This could ruin me!" thought Shoju. The entire kitchen staff was lined up in main ballroom, which Shoju had commandeered for the occasion. All cooks, waiters, cocktail girls, even the dishwashers from all shifts stood at attention. "This visitor can shut this hotel down overnight, not even a beggar would sleep in it for free if we get a bad review."" I would not be able to get a job cooking hamburgers." "Don't laugh! I was not trying to be funny. I've personally seen it happen!" " It is most fortunate that the news of the chef 's visit was telephoned to me this morning. We can prepare." "This visitor is a chef with the highest training, has a superb palette, and is also street wise. The visitor will be introduced as "Fish" to one of the staff in the morning. The chef's clothes will be traditional, but simple." "The chef will be accorded the highest respect. Refer to the chef as 'Sama' "Please conduct yourselves accordingly, accept this person's criticism gracefully, I cannot stress the need to do what is right and not be pretentious. The fish chef will consider a chip on a plate, or an improperly mopped or neglected floor, the stench of garbage piled in the doorway, an improperly washed roasting pan as a greater affront than a burned pan of rice. Waiters, it will be up to you, do not present any food to any guest for any reason that does not meet the highest standards, even if it is from the fish chef! Bring any such issues directly to me. Do not speak to the fish chef unless directly addressed. Then you must answer fully and truthfully regardless of what you think the chef might wish to hear. I want each goblet and roll plate individually wiped while looking for chips. Each fork must be checked for bent tines, spoons and chopsticks for any burrs or rough edges. . Holes or runs in tablecloths will not be tolerated. Select guests will be chosen and permitted to order from the menu the fish chef will prepare. No guest without such a menu given specifically to them will be allowed to order from it unless approved by myself. I would strongly suggest that you not announce any of the special items or speak of the chef by true name should you learn it. Other guests might attempt to order. We must be prepared to close the doors to the hotel for the protection of our patrons and guests should the need arise. I have notified the police to have a crowd control detail standing by. I will be here to supervise the shutdown of the kitchen tonight and the conclusion of cleanup. The chef will be my guest, however I will still be directing the kitchen, I will assign any helpers the chef may require. Thank you all and good luck." At 4:30am, a lady appeared carrying a small gym bag dressed in a pale blue kimono. Moving quietly towards the Imperial, she started into the main entrance and the paused. "Employees only" a sign read. She entered, found the female locker room donned a simple white uniform, hair net, and white non-slip shoes, put her bag into a locker and headed towards the kitchen. You're new here, aren't you?" remarked the pretty waitress. "Would you like a cup of o-cha?" "Yes, you are very kind." "Here you go." She smiled, handing her a paper cup. "Come in and sit," she suggested pointing to a break room. "Shoju-san has it brewed every morning and requests us to sit, drink and reflect on the coming day prior to beginning work." We are actually paid for the required 15-minute interlude. "That's very nice." "Hi! My name is Chika? And you are?" "Fish." Chika stared then noticed the Kanji sign for fish on her simple uniform. "I must escort you to Shoju-san immediately!" Chika said bowing sharply. "Please keep your voice down. Don't bow unless I allow it! I would suggest that we take the interlude as is required and then see Shoju-san" The girl trembled. "Do not be afraid, I will personally vouch for you, Chika-san." She sat with the other girls holding her tea. Chika explained nervously. "Shoju-san does not allow the sexes to mix during this time." He says this is not meant as a fraternization time but a time to prepare and focus for the day ahead." "Any talking must be done quietly and should be related to business." Aiko sat and quietly sipped her tea, and looked at the girls around. They were sitting quietly some with eyes closed, some with eyes open. Some whispered quietly about an incident with spilled wine. Aiko noticed that Chika had not drunk any more tea. "Please drink and focus Chika-san. You represent some of the finest chefs in to world to their clients. You have the final say as to what is served. You free the chef to concentrate of what he does best." "Without you, the businessman's client would not have his day brightened by a smile, a traveler's loneliness would not be eased, a spilled drink or an embarrassing situation would not be minimized and quickly forgotten." Chika drank and listened quietly. "I am here also to serve, which is why you see me here." "I have to practice and extend my art to better serve my family." Chika stared. "But I have never heard of 'Fish-sama'," she whispered. Aiko chucked, "Its sort of a joke!" "You may bow to me again when you present me to Shoju-san." A small chime sounded. "Sounds like time to go to work!" Chika knocked. "Please come in," said Shoju "I am here to present 'Fish-sama'," Chika bowed. "Thank you, Chika-san" Shoju returned the bow. "I figured as much, that you would sneak in to my kitchen 'Fish-sama'," Shoju grinned. It is good of you to come." "Sneak?" "Did you not yourself grant permission to come?" Aiko chided him in mock outrage. "I was greeted, served tea, and had my interlude with the others." Does this sound like a thief? "I am glad that you are not working for the competition. But if things go badly today you might as well be. Please dispense with the hair net as we go shopping. A scarf much more becoming." Shoju-san presented a small package. It was a pink silk scarf with white blossoms. "Not my pattern," Aiko thought, "But it will be fine." "Thank you, Shoju-san, I too brought you a present," Aiko said setting the duffel bag on the desk and opening it. "What's this?" he said looking at the foam cylinder keeping its contents chilled. "Five pounds of kobi beef. I do know that you so love it, since you got your wrist knocked by the handle of Kido's knife for sampling it too often." Try not to eat it all in one sitting. "One move thing before we go." "This is a bad sign," thought Shoju. "My client and his associates will be having lunch here." "How will I know them?" "You won't. Let's just save it for dessert." --- "This is a magnificent tuna, Fish-san," remarked Shoju pointing at the flash frozen fish weighing over a hundred kilos up for the next auction." "I must have it." Aiko stared at it. The mouth scales, fins, tail, eyes were indeed magnificent. It was an absolute picture of perfection. She stared at it. Suddenly she felt a warning. It was too perfect. "Do not bid on this fish!" She whispered. "Why not?" he replied signaling through the opening bids." " I do not know, all that I can tell you is that if there is no visible flaw, the flaw must be hidden." "If you must buy it, do not serve it!" "I think you worry too much." "I think you do not look through to the truth," she bristled. "Have a sample tested before you serve it." She suggested "There won't be time." "Fine, I will simply outbid you for it." Aiko snapped "Aiko held up her card and proceeded to bid against her friend. The bid suddenly escalated to Five hundred thousand yen, Bidders quickly became incredulous at who would be bidding such amounts. At one million yen Shoju realize that she was determined and acknowledged defeat." There was applause as Aiko walked up to claim her prize, the modest podium, the small gold frame and dock were still in place. But the new facility had been constructed around them. Aiko wrote out a bank draft on a blank piece of paper with a coded number referring to the amount of and the date of the check and handed it to the man with her business card. "You may cash this at any bank in Tokyo-3 or if you prefer I can have the cash delivered to you before accepting the fish." The man stared not wishing to create a mob scene. "Miss, Miss..." "Please call me Fish" "The draft is acceptable. Fish-san" "Would you deliver this fish to the board of health with my directions?" She whispered so that others might not hear. "Yes, Fish-san" replied the man. The man wrote the symbol "Fish-san" and stapled it to the tail fin. Bidding resumed without incident. Aiko did not challenge the other tuna offered for sale. Though he bought two, Shoju felt cheated from his prize. "Lighten up!" Aiko scolded him. "Part of being a chef is being able to produce excellence regardless of the circumstances." "Did Kido say that?" Shoju reflected on his former teacher. "No, my master did." Aiko smiled. "A very wise man. " Shoju commented. "Let's get cooking!" Aiko prepared 5 specialty dishes; a sushi variation she called bamboo forest, a spicy beef and onion dish arranged in the shape of a fan. A hot melon and fish soup served in a carved melon. A curry chicken with fresh vegetables presented in the shape of a crane and ramen soup served with plain white rice. "Ramen," cried Shoju. "That's practically obscene!" "I think that after the fish incident you might agree that I will usually get my way." "However because I am a guest in your kitchen, I will substitute another dish should I fail to convince you." "Hmm." "Kido stressed simplicity in his forms, we tend to forget that even here at the finest restaurants we are a poor substitute for the love of a mother preparing a simple meal for her husband and children." "Most of the finest dishes in the world originate from necessity, not from invention." "Fish-sama!" a waiter appeared. "There is a call for you!" "Please take it in my office." "Moshi-Moshi, this is Fish. Thank you, I am going to put you on speakerphone. Please repeat your last comment." "The fish you had delivered to us for testing was contaminated with dangerous levels of methyl mercury." "The dealer remembered the fisherman he bought it from and kept excellent records. The prize fish was caught by accident by a crab fisherman in a net in shallow waters. We have closed that area to fishing until the cause of the contamination is discovered. No other fish were involved. " "I am sorry about your loss, I understand you paid a million yen for it." The health official sympathized. "Will you require assistance in disposal of the fish?" asked Aiko. "No, we will take care of it." "Thank you." "Let's get back to work." "You saved my reputation!" Shoju started to get down on the floor. "Not now! She held him back. If you really want to apologize, you yourself will add a simple dish to your menu." It's too late, the dining room opens and lunch starts in 15 minutes." He protested Quick, "What did your mother cook for you that you most enjoyed?" "Sukiyaki" he answered without hesitation. "How was it?" "The best." "Can you recreate the dish?" Aiko challenged. "Of course." "A most excellent lunch!" Remarked the elderly gentleman smiling and looking across at the young salesman seated across from him at the small table." I haven't eaten sukiyaki like that since I was a boy! The young man looked rather embarrassed at the sauces and elaborate presentation of his crab and vegetable arrangement. "This was a marvelous dining experience." He added. Aiko was visiting the tables, standing next to next to Shoju as they discussed the dining experience with the patrons. Aiko was simply introduced as "Fish-sama" a visiting chef and colleague of Shoju. Misato sat with the children, eyeing the remains of the melon and fish soup. Across from her Shinji had finished his chicken and vegetables. Asuka was finishing the beef dish. Rei slurped her noodles with gusto. A total of 5 orders of sukiyaki and a single ramen were sold. Aiko quietly sat with Shoju and the kitchen and dining room staff as they ate a late lunch. "SLURP!" "We won't receive an official endorsement will we?" said Shoju sadly. "It was the fish incident wasn't it?" Aiko replied, "Chefs will always disagree on ingredients, preparation and the like." "If the fish had been safe, I would have given both the fish and the recommendation to you, along with an apology from a silly woman." "You remembered the correct things when dealing with those close to you, such as your employees." "You were more concerned about your reputation than the lives of the people who might have been sickened or killed by your foolishness." I too learned this lesson recently. Which is why I still allowed my master to dine here. But you did not prepare his meal. "The elderly gentleman?" Shoju asked. Aiko looked at him sadly. " I will neither confirm or deny." She replied evenly. "Silly me." "Aiko started. "I have been focusing on you and you alone!" "Usually the first impression is correct." "What are you saying?" asked Shoju. "You will receive a partial endorsement if you choose accept it." "I will accept any endorsement." "Very well." "You may hang this at the employee entrance where it cannot be seen from the main entrance or the street at any angle. The exception is that if the door happens to be open. Removing or altering the door or blocking it open to purposely allow this to be seen will result in its being rescinded." The same goes with arranging tours or directing guests so that they might see it. "Do you agree?" Shoju nodded. " I will inform the owner and general manager of these conditions through my attorneys." "Aiko took out her calligraphy pen and wrote on her card. "Thank you for the tea, " -Aiko. Placing it in a small gold frame she handed it to him. "Thank you for your hospitality, "she bowed. "Do something nice for Chika-san, she is most of the reason you received anything at all." "Do not think I am treating you too harshly, people move, employees change jobs and get married, walls get painted by outside contractors. The word will get out. I must be leaving, we shall meet again." Aiko moved back into the locker room and changed back into the blue kimono. Brushing her hair and adjusting her clothing she picked up her bag moved out the employee entrance past a little gold frame up the stairs and into the street. --- "So tell me, how did you like lunch?" "The melon and fish soup was great!" "I've never had a tastier beef dish." "The chicken was fantastic!" "It was good," said Rei. "Thank you for trying the dishes and for your kind words." "So tell me truthfully what you really wanted to order." Aiko scolded them. "The sukiyaki?" said Misato nervously. "The ramen," the others replied. "I'll fix them for dinner," Aiko laughed. Food section: Tokyo 3 Chronicle small paragraph. The Tokyo Imperial Hotel recently added a simplicity menu to their usual culinary tour de force. Ramen or sukiyaki served with plain rice can be had for a very modest price of about 1500 yen. When pressed for an explanation, head chef Shoju said that it was an acknowledgement of his teacher Kido, and the need at times to return to simplicity for the meaning of fine dining. I tried both dishes and found them to both be excellent. The waitress mentioned that the dishes were both first served during the visit of a female colleague of Shoju referred to as 'Fish-sama'." Shoju has declined to answer any questions on the subject of 'Fish-sama' on grounds of professional courtesy and artistic respect. The only other mention of the name was a 'Fish-san' who paid a record 1 million yen for a prize tuna according to private sources. Fish-sama is probably the chef of a small exclusive members-only restaurant here in Tokyo 3. From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 3 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: These chapters may contain strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But various episodes contain a strong sexual content of a non-violent nature.I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language.I do not believe that there is a single obscene word or vernacular in the entire fanfic. Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism,comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu ----------------- Chapter 3 The Angel: Misato's Cell phone emitted a high screech. "Yes." We're on our way." "Everyone up, the condition is orange." "Aiko, get dressed and proceed to the nearest shelter." "Why can't I simply come with you?" "You are not part of NERV or directly involved in the operation." "Besides it's too dangerous where we are going." "And the others?" "Will be fighting the battle." Aiko sat quietly in the shelter while people held each other in terror. The rumbling sounds and the shaking of the walls in the deep shelter gave a shadow of the violence occurring outside. Then there was silence. The all clear sounded and people emerged into the afternoon sunlight and began the cleanup. Commander Ikari discussed the aftermath with his staff. "So are you saying that Unit 0 operated without power?" "Much in the way that Unit 1 re-activated on its first mission, Unit 0 operated without an umbilical link for 7 minutes, when the power was re-attached for recharge, the indicators still read full. Unit 0 demonstrated speed and flexibility that exceeded its design specifications." "How badly are the EVAs damaged?" "All units are fully operational, there is slight cosmetic damage to Unit 1." "What about Unit 2, I want a complete report" " It generated an AT field of such intensity that it cancelled that of the Angel." "Unit 2 then consumed the Angel." "It ATE it?" "In much the same way as Unit 1 consumed the S2 unit of the 16th Angel." "But that Angel was almost pure energy! What about contamination?" "None detected." "You mean we could handle another Angel now?" "We are better equipped than before the last battle. We have 2 independently powered EVAs and 1 capable of extended operation albeit unknown." "Major Katsuragi," said Commander Ikari. "The small cost of the repairs to the EVAs and relatively light damage and low casualties due to the quickness of a single battle has justified all of the so called frivolous expenditures for the next 10,000 years." "I understand that this only looked easy. However the critics will claim that the Angels are not the threat we claim and will begin to insist that our budget be cut." "This is where my battle begins." "Master Shinji?" Aiko knocked gently at his room. "May I come in?" The door slid open and Rei motioned her inside. "I have an invitation for you from the Emperor. I have a meeting with him scheduled later this month and he has humbly requested to meet the client who 'sustains and cherishes one of our national treasures'. He understands your desire to remain low profile and has already said it is perfectly respectable and understandable for you to refuse. I was asked to deliver his invitation in a discrete manner and convey your reply as quickly as possible." "I will accept on of a small number of conditions," the young man replied, glancing at Rei. "My retainer must accompany me, and will be carrying the formal swords of her station. Misato and Asuka must also be invited, as they are also members of the household. My father must also be offered an invitation. Whether he goes or not is up to him." Misato and Asuka approached the gatehouse in the limo. Rei and Shinji were with Aiko in her small sedan. Together they approached the gatehouse. The guard saw the gold seals of the royal house on their invitations and the finery of their traditional dress and opened the gates. They exited the vehicles and proceeded inside. Aiko presented her identity card, as did the others. "I am very sorry," remarked the guard at the gate. "I only am cleared to allow two persons inside, Aiko and her client sponsor." He looked at Misato. "I am client sponsor to another Geisha," remarked Misato evenly. I am here at the request of Aiko's client sponsor. "And the children?" "Are from his household and are conditional to the client sponsor being here." The guard was clearly nervous, he called his supervisor. "Five persons to see the Emperor with official invitations, yet the visitor's list shows only two. Thank you, Sir." "My supervisor will be right here." He smiled at the little party. "May I offer you some tea?" "Yes, please." answered Aiko. He brought out a small tea service. "Mix-ups are the norm rather than the exception." Things are rarely what they appear." "Please sit down." He motioned to a small room with a traditional table. He served Aiko first. Aiko held her cup refusing to drink. Next he served Misato who followed Aiko's lead and also held her cup. Handing a cup to Rei he was surprised to see her pass it to Shinji. She also held the next cup. Serving Asuka, he then poured one for himself. The ladies waited until Shinji drank before enjoying the tea. At this point the guard also drank. The rear door opened and Rakan entered the guardhouse and saw the visitors. "Good evening, Ikari-sama!" Rakan bowed repeatedly. "Ayanami-san". "Langley-san". "Katsuragi-san". "Aiko-san." "I will take them from here, you have done very well." Complimented Rakan. "May I point out that the party is armed? Aiko-san is armed with a dagger, Ayanami-san with a ceremonial short sword, Katsuragi-san is carrying a pistol in a thigh holster." "Yes, I know." Replied Rakan. "Here are your orders from his Excellency himself." The guard took the presented document and stared at the handwritten document. It was a carte blanche to bring any weapon into the grounds without question, and the orders were to protect the client sponsor even above the life of the Emperor himself. Looking at the personal stamp of the Emperor he bowed to his superior. "I leave this matter in your hands." "Are any other visitors expected?" the guard inquired. "Possibly a Ikari Gendon." "He was issued an invitation and may decide to come." Rakan escorted the small party though the gardens to a small building. Removing their street shoes, they wore the matching silk slippers taken from inside their kimonos and entered the dwelling. Ushering them into an inner room though two checkpoints They were formally presented to the Emperor. Aiko bowed deeply and the Emperor returned the bow. They then exchanged small gifts. Shinji and the others bowed deeply as a group and Aiko nodded approvingly. Each then presented a traditional gift. The Emperor surprisingly returned the bow as deeply as delivered. Rather than sitting on a raised platform, he dismissed all guards but Rakan and a second and waved for everyone to be seated on cushions around a low circular table. The Emperor, a man in his forties, ordered refreshments brought. Tea was served, sweet rice balls, lemon crackers. "I thank you very much for coming", He remarked to Aiko. "But he so young!" he exclaimed, nodding at Shinji. Shinji stared at the Emperor and his face flushed. Aiko's demeanor changed to ice cold abruptly. Rei stiffened, her eyes narrowed. Asuka face became as red as her hair. Rakan quickly whispered something into the Emperor's ear. "Forgive my bad habits, Ikari-san" he quickly spoke directly to Shinji. To be accepted by a Geisha and have a retainer, your youth is irrelevant." "The tongue can slip as easily as the foot on unfamiliar terrain, my lord", Shinji replied. Aiko smiled. Rei relaxed. Asuka became a little less flushed. The Emperor nodded. "I understand that except for Aiko, you are all warriors. Can you elaborate?" " I am the designated pilot for Evangelion Unit 1." Replied the young man. "My fellow pilots and I defend the earth against the alien beings known as Angels." "How many pilots are there?" "Just us three." "Thank you, Ikari-san" "Ayanami-san, a female retainer is as unusual as your master's age." Tell me how you came to be in his service." Glancing at Shinji who nodded for her to speak she began. "I had been wounded in a previous attack and my EVA was not usable." "He took my place in an untested EVA without training and won the battle." "Recently he fought and won the battle over another Angel and again saved my life." "I owe him my life and everything." "Have you had the opportunity to use your samurai abilities to protect your master?" "Yes, I cut a thief's head off as he assaulted my master." The Emperor glanced at Aiko, Shinji, and the rest of the party who simply looked back at him. To his surprise, Rakan did not change his composure either. "Thank you for your directness." The Emperor nodded. "A most dedicated and efficient retainer, he nodded towards Shinji. "It was not said, I did not hear it," he added. Speaking to his aides he commanded, "You did not hear it, either!" "Langley-san, " he smiled. Another surprise, a samurai from another land! "Tell me about yourself and where you fit in the young master's household." "He has saved my life on three separate occasions. I am therefore in his debt and am seeking opportunity to repay. I am his ally, team member, and fellow soldier." "I am not attempting to insult you or diminish your fighting abilities, " the Emperor began, "But does such a beauty as you have a boy friend?" "There is a young man Eric who I find to be a suitable candidate, "Asuka blushed slightly, "His parents are resistant to the idea. He is an obedient son, and although polite, will not allow the relationship to develop." "Thank you, Langley-san." "Katsuragi-san where do you fit into this?" I am their commanding officer with the rank of Major. I am their guardian and am personally responsible for their safety. I am also responsible for their ability to function as a team. The way I chose to do this was an emphasis on Japanese culture and arts." "For example?" "Ikari-san is an accomplished cellist and calligrapher. Ayanami-san is well-versed in violin and healing massage. Langley-san has mastered the viola and has become an accomplished dancer." "What have you learned, Katsuragi-san?" the Emperor inquired. "How to cook, self-control, how to maintain the tranquility of a home." "Thank you all for coming and your delightful company. If you desire, I will pose for photographs with each of you and as a group." "Shinji-sama," Aiko spoke. "I will be with the Emperor in the next room for my official visit." "You can watch on the monitors, as I will dance and sing for you." Aiko's makeup was the traditional white. Her kimono was the simple cherry blossom pattern. The Emperor was dressed in polished red silk with gold thread. Aiko handed a program outline to the cameraman and technicians. A small walkthrough of planned events and the taping began. The Emperor began speaking in a quiet authoritative voice, much like an announcer. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen of Japan." "Tonight from the Royal Palace I am please to have as my guest the Geisha Aiko. As a national treasure, she has graciously agreed to brighten and enrich our lives this evening." "Thank you, your Excellency." Aiko entered bowed to the Emperor who returned her bow and they both sat in the traditional manner opposite each other in a single frame shot. Two close-up cameras were present as well as a wide-angle camera for the podium where she would perform. "This is your first visit to the Palace since becoming a national treasure." He remarked. "Please tell the people about yourself." "I was born to a prominent family and was impressed by the Geisha Miyako at an early age about the value of art and beauty." I decided at age 10 that I wanted to become a Geisha. My parents allowed Miyako to train me and I chose my electives carefully. "Electives?" asked the Emperor. " Which disciplines are considered mandatory and which are considered electives? "Mandatory would be manners, charm, poise, conversation, dance, games, and music such as singing and playing the traditional zither." "Electives would be multiple languages, cooking, college degrees, calligraphy, painting, sculpture, and other arts and crafts." "Many women consider the Geisha the authority on how to get a husband and keep him," remarked the Emperor smiling. "The theory is simple, give a man honor, respect, authority, entertainment and comfort and he will never leave you." "The practice can be difficult as the conflicts between different personalities, require that an amicable compromise be made. Often it is necessary simply to swallow ones' pride and agree while still smiling, making the man believe he has convinced you. Next is the hard part. One must never give him reason to believe otherwise." "Why is it necessary for a Geisha to have client sponsors?" "The traditional way of life, the clothes, lessons from masters of the disciplines, hairdresser, are very expensive. I am very lucky to have a client sponsor who has the financial resources to allow me to pursue my art studies in addition to attending his household. "So I take it you will accept other sponsors?" I will accept additional sponsors under very specific conditions, such as teacher, chef, musician, or translator. My present contract includes the stipulation of an exclusive concubine. My master is unable to marry due to professional duties. His household retained me to comfort him. At the end of my contract I will be available unconditionally to other client sponsors. I hope to find my master a suitable wife before I leave his service." The Emperor paused, "I have personally met your sponsor and find him to be a wise, courageous, honorable and worthy man, I perceive he is enriching your life as well as your life enriching his." "You are very kind." "Any reflections for the people?" Asked the Emperor. "Be courteous and well mannered. It doesn't cost anything but when it is absent it makes us poor indeed." "For men: Have respect for women, as is due to the givers of life." "For wives: Have respect for your husbands, it directs their passions and keeps them from conflict." "Here is a word from my client, 'The mastery of art is the ability to produce excellence regardless of the circumstances.'" "I will now perform a traditional dance." Aiko performed a flowing 5-minute routine to a recorded musical composition. "In closing I will perform a traditional song on the zither." She expertly plucked a haunting melody from the ancient instrument. "Thank you, Japan and goodnight." "Shinji-san," Aiko spoke in the gentle embrace of Shinji's arms. "I believe that your calligraphy is good enough to go professional." "The Emperor has expressed an interest in it. It would be appropriate as a gift for his hospitality." --- "This package came while you were at school, Aiko said. "It was delivered by special courier." Shinji opened the small box; he read the small note and chuckled. "By appointment to the Royal House, Ikari Shinji, writer and calligrapher of wisdom. Also declared by his Excellency to be known as "He who walks with giants." The stamp was carved jade. "It's too valuable!" Shinji hesitated with the brush above the silk panel. "What if I slip or make a mistake?" Aiko restrained his arm. "You are letting the materials influence you instead of the other way round." "Please put down the brush." "Mediate, focus on the shape of the characters, the flow and dance of the brush. Allow yourself and your spirit to flow through the brush onto the panel." A minor flaw is to be welcome, as nothing in this world is truly perfect. There is no time limit on how long it will take to complete the commission or even to start the first character. "I know!" Shinji exclaimed. "Let's do the tea ceremony!" "It inspired the saying the Emperor wants me carry out." Two hours later, Shinji's eyes were bright, his hands steady. With confidence and grace, the brush and ink danced across the panels, one character after another was completed as the brush was dipped back into the ink and resumed its course. The panels were complete. A series of small lines resided within the characters, clearly showing the direction and sequence of strokes that had constructed each character. "Leave it and let it dry. Then you may or may not decide it is worthy to sign and present to his Excellency." Aiko helped him clean the brushes and put away the materials. Aiko and Shinji proceeded to the center area into the kitchen where Misato was preparing sushi. The presentation was equal to any he had ever seen in a restaurant. The patterns in the rice cakes of stars, fish and sun promised a delight for the eyes as well as the palette. Aiko moved quietly around the kitchen cleaning the cooking utensils, rice pot, saucepans, ladles and the like. Misato, intent on her creations and arranging the last serving announced, "Dinner is served." "A world class meal," Aiko remarked. "This presentation would have gotten you certified as a sushi chef." "The vegetarian variation on Rei's behalf using the bean paste is unusual but very good." "Hey, it's great!" Aiko laughed. No longer was she analyzing the dinner, but she was truly enjoying the meal. Misato relaxed and smiled. Rei glanced at her direction between bites. Asuka was eating the fish sushi and clearly was enjoying it. "Trying to land a husband, Major?" remarked Asuka. "With cooking like this you might have to hire a body guard!" Asuka volunteered to clear the table and wash the dishes. Shinji asked Misato for her opinion of the calligraphy. "Shinji!" Misato snapped. Where on earth did you get these panels! This work although unsigned is definitely top notch; this looks like it will set us back at the very least 500,000 yen! Don't tell me I have to approach your father for another few million! "Don't worry, Major," Shinji smiled. The panels will be going back to their owner in the next day or so, as soon as the artist signs the work. "Oh? Who is the owner?" "The Emperor." "The artist?" Misato looked relieved. "How thoughtful to send a court calligrapher to demonstrate his technique." "His official name is 'He who walks with giants.'" "Judging from the intensity and force of the characters, I would say that he is well named." "You seem to be quite opinionated on calligraphy." Aiko interjected. "I am no expert but I know passion and strength when I see it." Misato replied. "Actually, I agree with you," said Aiko. Shinji stared at the check, almost in disbelief at the long string of zeros. He carefully read the attached note. My dearest Ikari, I was very impressed with your work. I had it independently appraised. The appraisers themselves wanted to purchase the work. The check represents the fair market value of your services. I declined to release any personal information concerning you to the appraisers. Enclosed are their business cards. Before proceeding I would suggest you get an agent, preferably one recommended by someone close to you. (Signed) The Emperor "Five million yen!" Misato stared at the check and reddened when she read the name and stamped endorsement on the back. "You let me make a complete idiot out of myself, MISTER Ikari!" "I wanted an honest and candid opinion, which I received without telling you anything untrue." Shinji replied. "Besides you are still my guardian and legally I cannot open a bank account, sign a binding contract or handle other financial affairs." In spite of that, I wish to be the provider for the house, and now I have demonstrated that ability!" "I am sure that Aiko can recommend an agent as well as an attorney to represent you." replied Misato. "Your professional name and signature must be internationally registered trademarks, and copyrighted." At the law practice, the junior partner looked nervous. "Aiko-san, you are a permanent client of our firm, we are at your service, may I begin by offering you and your associates some refreshment? Tea perhaps?" Being seated and served, Aiko introduced Shinji and Misato. Tonga, the young attorney directed his comments to Shinji. "You were very wise to visit us. This commission and appointment by his Excellency has certain risks. Future works may be taken by eminent domain and declared to be the property of the people. His Excellency may reproduce and distributed the commission you performed for him without compensating you further. Now for the good news, his letter and payment of fair market value as determined by third parties sets a good precedent. As this work was for him personally, I sincerely doubt he would even consider having it reproduced. Lastly your commission can be used as a shield from pirates and counterfeiters, a fraud case involving your work would most likely involve the Royal House and if convicted, would almost certainly carry the maximum punishment." "Katsuragi-san", Tonga addressed Misato. "As his guardian, you naturally have control over his finances, but I must caution you that his ability to produce wealth will cause you headache and heartbreak - but only if you allow it to." "I can have contracts for a perspective agent and client drawn up and ready by this afternoon," Tonga said. Aiko-san may recommend an agent," he paused and bowed, " Or I will recommend one who will accept our contract without complaint." Aiko's agent reluctantly passed on the opportunity. "I am not well versed in this area and could be remiss in my duties." He said sadly. "But if you want to be booked at the symphony hall, let me know!" his eyes twinkled. The perspective agent outlined the terms of the contract. "You will retain all rights to all reproductions of your work in other words, numbered prints. The client should take reasonable care to see that his work is not reproduced. There is a technique for assuring that this does not happen. We shall make a master print before you sign the original. We shall limit your number of prints in a series to no more than 100, reserve your low numbers to specific clients. The signing of the master will close the series run. Some items such as very large works will not be reproducible and will be priced accordingly." "Now, are there specific topics you find disagreeable, that you will not accept commissions on?" the agent inquired. "Yes," replied Shinji. They are - any topic or series of words that is likely to bring dishonor or humiliation to a person, persons, profession, or nation. Exceptions, which may be considered, are commemorations of historical events. Any description or praise of a sexual act other than the natural joining of a man and a woman will not be accepted." "Any topic praising the taking of human life will be rejected." "I am looking for commissions that teach, uplift, gratify and soothe, that allow the client to more richly experience life," concluded Shinji. "Efforts to cause duplications of previous works will be rejected." "I understand, these terms will be added and presented to each perspective client." The agent looked at the business cards Misato handed him. "These persons expressed an interest in the Ikari-san's work. I want it understood that Ikari-san takes his appointment by his Excellency seriously, that all masters of prints will be reserved for the Emperor who may or may not wish to purchase them. Before they may be sold, a letter releasing them for sale to another must be received for each and every master and must accompany that master in perpetuity as part of the work. Before a master may be resold, the Royal House must have the opportunity to claim it at the asking price within 10 days of notification." "Ikari-sama's likeness, or age is not to be released or made public in any way shape or form. He is a client sponsor of a Geisha and his privacy is to be respected." added Aiko. "Private meetings will be considered on a case by case basis and must be related to the layout, color, composition and tone of the work being proposed." --- "My agent is eager for an public showing, the initial commissions were strictly private and due to the massive nature of the works could not be made publicly available. " Shinji announced his schedule to the family. "I will be in my room working, but do not feel pressured to remain quiet or restrict your movements. If you need me for anything, simply knock. Rei, you may remain inside or outside of the room as you think best." Shinji contemplated the tan silk panels, made some notes, selected his massive brush and inkpot, and practically splattered the first character across the panel. At first, he thought it was ruined, but on reflection decided to see how the work progressed. Selecting a smaller brush and using long thin strokes, he completed the second. Panel after panel were placed around the room, until he was ready for the last character. "No," he thought, "This one must be very different." He looked around the room. "There." A small white canvas sat alone on an easel. "Shinji took a small brush and neatly drew the last character." The canvas soaked the ink and blurred it slightly. Shinji cleaned the brushes and draped the works. "My first public work is ready." He reported to his agent. There are twelve panels in the work, each one small enough to be reproduced. They will be ready for reproduction in the morning. The agent arrived personally to take possession of the works, still unsigned. Signing a receipt, he remarked. "The last panel - I don't like it. It breaks the harmony of the others." "That is its purpose." Replied Shinji. Later that week at the gallery, Aiko went to see the "Works of the newest royal calligrapher." Shinji was at NERV for further tests, and training on new weapons and systems. As this was a formal viewing by invitation, she wore traditional makeup and dress. She was curious, as even she had not seen the work, or discussed it with Shinji. Explaining that she had no invitation, she requested admittance as a Geisha. The attendant nodded to her identity card and motioned for her to sign the guest registry. Moving with the small group and two photographers, the agent presented the series of panels in a circular room. "The panels composed by 'He who walks with giants' are titled 'Life.' He has decided to sell the original works, but requests the set not to be broken. Prints are limited to 100 of each panel and may be purchased only as a set. "You may resell the prints individually if you wish. A customer will be limited to a single set purchase per day, or if he wishes, he may double his price for the next set he wishes to purchase; and double that for the next and so on. The asking price is 1.2 million yen per set." The photographers were taking candid shots of the reactions of the guests. Obeying protocol, they signaled a request for permission to take her photograph. She waved a denial. She studied the panels. "What order should the panels be displayed?" she inquired. "The artist said they are to be hung in any order, any pattern. That is part of the composition." Aiko noted the small humble white canvas with the single blurred stroke. "Death and tears" she thought. She looked at the others. "'Birth,' any one who had been present at a childbirth saw the splatter of fluids." She reflected. "Home." Aiko realized her face was wet and her makeup was streaming down her face. As she hurried toward the lavatory to compose herself, she saw the flash of a camera behind her. A quick glance behind her hinted that she was the subject. Carefully composing herself and re-applying her makeup, she returned to a the crowd, instead of a polite, demure and somewhat placid crowd, people were discussing the works heatedly, some were obviously attempting to garner funds on their cell phones, others obviously pleading for some favor from the agent. Approaching the agent, the Geisha inquired, "What just happened?" The agent pointed to a small area where Aiko had stood. "The works have an informal name now. 'The Tears of the Geisha'." There were small white spots were on the floor where the tears had mingled with makeup. The photographer was transmitting his picture and filing a story. "May I see the photographs?" Aiko asked. "Please," he presented the viewfinder to her and allowed her to scroll through the pictures. He was transmitting the frame of three glistening white drops on a hardwood floor. "I understand fully with the flash of my camera in your direction." Aiko then granted permission for a single photograph to be taken for a personal collection and her name to be used in the simple article about her visit to the gallery. Handing the photographer her business card in a small gold frame with a simple statement, "For a photographer who is a true artist - Aiko." Noting the photographer's name and newspaper in her journal, she re-approached the agent. "How much are the originals?" "By sealed bid to be opened one week from today." The agent was apologetic. We could be talking hundreds of millions of yen by now. "How about prints?" "The price was no object, one party bought 5 sets for 37.2 million yen. The only set remaining is the proof set which I am sure the Emperor will exercise his option to buy. I am not accepting any offers for it." Aiko felt the tears begin again. "I need a place to be alone", she whispered. "Right this way," she quickly was ushered into an office and the door closed. She cried deep throbbing sobs, almost as if in mourning, as if a piece of her, so close and so intimate was being lost. About 10 minutes later, she re-applied her makeup, and checked her hair. "I am sorry, I cannot look at the exhibit without losing my composure." Aiko apologized. "Thank you for your hospitality and courtesy." Aiko bowed deeply to the agent. I wish to reserve the right to buy a print of the artist's next work." "Very well, Aiko-san, I will reserve you a low number. Is there a limit on the price you will pay?" " Two million yen." "Very well, however you may cancel your reservation within 30 days or re-assign it to someone else, should you change your mind." "Thank you again." Aiko walked briskly towards the door and hesitated. A crowd has developed near the entrance, of those seeking to get a glimpse of the celebrities. "Pardon me," she asked the guard. "Is there a rear entrance?" "Yes, but it is being watched as well." "I need a place to change." Aiko requested. He pointed to a small changing room in the back. "Excellent, please wait on the other side of the door. Aiko washed her face, took down her hair, and stripped to a pair of cut-off shorts and tee shirt she wore under her kimono. She put her kimonos and hairpieces in a large silk bag and tied it to look like a lunchbox. She donned a pair of athletic socks with her clogs. At this point she looked like a high school student. "Now, take me to the back door and let me out." She smiled. "And don't be late tomorrow!" The guard snapped as he escorted her out the door, closed and re-secured it. The crowd ignored the young student that made her way through the parking lot, got into a vehicle and drove away. "I am very sorry, Ikari-sama" Aiko spoke. "I really went only to see your work, but I was deeply moved and ended up making a public spectacle of myself. Now I am automatically associated with your work. I have interfered with you and your customers, with the proper value of your work. Now I can't even buy a print for my own enjoyment!" "Just how much have you interfered?" Shinji demanded. "You may clear a billion yen after the originals are sold. The prints brought 835 million yen, most of the guests bought at least three sets. One guest bought six! The bid for the originals is over two hundred million, according to some of the conversation I heard. There is already a waiting list for your next work." I should be able to afford to buy a print. "Nonsense, I will see you get one." "No, to fully appreciate it, I will do no less than the Emperor and will pay fair market value!" "What's done is done," remarked Shinji. It is not your fault; everything you touch is enriched. Why else should I love you so?" Shinji spoke the last words very quietly. "Don't talk of love, I am the receptacle of your passion, the warmer of your bed, the one to ease your loneliness, but I am the servant to your house." Aiko spoke almost automatically as if repeating a mantra. Aiko softened. "My master, I knew that this would happen. Enjoy the sweetness of my flesh and the pleasure of my company while you can. "His Excellency has already made inquiries to your father about arranging a match with one of his daughters." If that goes through, I most probably will have the remainder of my contract bought out and will be sent away, which is as it should be." "What about cooking and art lessons?" "Miyako will still be there." "Ah, yes. But, will the daughter be a proper wife?" "She is a princess." "I ask again, will she be a proper wife?" "My Master, I see the wisdom in your words." Aiko bowed. From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 4 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But this episode contains a strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language. I do not believe that there is a single obscene word or vernacular in the entire chapter. Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu ----------------- Chapter 4 "I understand that you are in the midst of negotiating a wife for the young master." Aiko addressed Gendon. "It's none of your concern," replied the head of NERV. "I would be totally remiss in my duties not to interview and recommend a new wife." Aiko replied. "In your rush to consolidate a political alliance, did you consider the possibility that the fighting team you have so carefully built could be destroyed by internal strife?" "I am listening." Gendon replied "All of the team members were involved in bringing me into the house. I have become part of the harmonious whole, my place I am prepared to relinquish without complaint to a worthy replacement." "And who gets to decide who is worthy?" Aiko nodded, " I fully trust the judgement of Katsuragi, Ayanami, and Langley as a group. I could be considered as advisor or examiner without a vote." "Miyako's judgement can be trusted without question." "Ikari-san, I think you are also fully capable of this decision. Think of it as interviewing a new officer for your command staff. Just start with the question, 'Where do the prospective candidate's loyalties lie?'" --- Shinji knocked on the door of Aiko's room. "Yes, please come in. Shinji-san." She queried, "What may I do for you?" "Well, err." Shinji fumbled with the words. Aiko smiled at him. "Please speak plainly. After all, it's my primary duty in this household. Everyone knows it." Shinji cleared his throat. "My body hungers for your embrace." "Hmm. Are you in need of a simple release or sustained embrace?" "I would request a sustained embrace with variations similar as those experienced in fine dining." Shinji moved toward her and began undoing the belt to her kimono. "Please refrain for a moment," she urged. "If you would wait in your room for about 15 minutes, I will prepare a banquet for you and will serve you there." As he waited, Shinji disrobed, washed his genitalia and anus, and brushed his teeth thoroughly. Putting on a simple blue silk robe, he sat down and waited. A knock on the door and Rei announced her. "Thank you, Rei. Unless it's an emergency please see that we are not disturbed, even for meals." Aiko entered his room dressed as a school student. The simple uniform made her look like a teenager, her hair and makeup arranged in latest style. She was carrying what appeared to be a bento (lunchbox). Closing the door, Rei remained on the outside. "Do you like it?" Aiko whirled quickly and her skirt rode up to reveal her naked buttocks. Immediately his erection sprang to life and he reached up under her skirt and caressed her bottom. Aiko sat down across from him crossed legged to give him a full view of her charms. He stared as she opened and closed her legs inviting him inside. He moved quickly and positioned her on her back. As he glanced for a cloth to slip under her, Aiko urged Shinji, "The clothes will wash, go ahead and take me now." Shinji opened his garment and almost lunged for her. Aiko tied the edges of the robe behind his back, as he entered her not wishing to let the cloth get in the way of their lovemaking. Aiko relaxed as Shinji's passionate thrusting caused her breasts to bounce and her thighs to quiver. "No special techniques here!" She smiled to herself enjoying the sensation of her master's attention. In a few minutes Aiko cheeks began to blush, and her involuntary responses began to trigger deep vaginal contractions. Shinji felt his heart began to pound as he began to reach a climax. "Go ahead, I want you to fill me with your seed." Aiko encouraged him. "But it's too soon!" Shinji protested. "This is only the first course." She assured him. Aiko held her knees apart for him, surrendering as his tempo increased to an almost feverish pace as his semen spurted inside of her. Shinji felt light-headed and very relaxed, as he lay between the legs of his concubine who was still wearing the school uniform. "I need to prepare the next course," Aiko prodded him gently. She assisted him in sitting up and carefully wiped his now sensitive member with a damp cloth. Going behind a screen, she came out dressed in a green kimono in a gingko leaf pattern, and helped Shinji dress in a gray kimono depicting a rock garden. Helping the still unsteady young man to his feet, she asked him to request Rei to enter. She and Rei helped Shinji to the center room where Aiko quickly prepared tea and refreshments. Rei looked carefully at her master and decided that he was still recovering from an intense sexual experience. Rei took very seriously her studies ordered by Misato and after her initial studies, had continued to more advanced levels. She was determined to know if her master was well or in trouble in awkward situations. She was also very aware that the sexual experience was as much a ritual as an act and could be disrupted or ended by anger, embarrassment, or the loss of intimacy. Rei spoke quietly. "Thank you for your concern that I might be re-assured to Ikari-sama's health and well-being." "Thank you for your alertness and care, that Ikari may enjoy himself more fully," answered Shinji. "I am aware that it troubles you to wait outside while I am with someone who is not a warrior." He added. "You may enter my room when we return there after tea." "I may interfere with your joy or Aiko-san's abilities to serve you properly." Rei replied. "Please remember that I am on the other side of your door, and the mention of my name will summon me to your side." They enjoyed the tea together as Aiko caressed his leg gently, bringing a predictable result. Slowly finishing the tea, Shinji warmed to the return of his desire and the willing recipient next to him. They all rose together, Rei took her post at the door and the couple entered the room. Rei quietly closed the door. Sitting in front of him, Aiko removed her kimono, Shinji stared. She was covered in a black fishnet body stocking. "Covered and naked at the same time!" thought Shinji, quickly wondering how she had donned the garment, which ran from her toes to her neck. "If you wish to open the package, you will have to cut the string!" Aiko said playfully handing him her sheathed dagger. Shinji's hands shook slightly from excitement so he pulled the garment gently away from Aiko's skin before cutting the most vital delicate strands. Sheathing the dagger, Shinji reached for the object of his desire. " Moving away Aiko smiled. "Trust me, you are not ready yet." Aiko reached into her bundle and brought out her large fans. She used them to cover herself as she danced to a simple tune she sang. Already having seen her nudity, he was surprised at how much not seeing it further aroused him. At odd intervals, a fan would slip revealing a breast here, a curved buttock there. He knew they weren't mistakes, and enjoyed the little glimpses. "Now, please lie back "Aiko instructed. "It is my turn to give pleasure instead of simply receiving it." Facing Shinji, Aiko straddled the young man's erection and accepted him easily, the semen from the initial encounter adding lubrication to the young Geisha's vagina. "Please relax as much as possible." Aiko replied as she grasped his member hard with her vaginal muscles. "Shinji's eyes widened at the force exerted by the softness surrounding his penis. It was almost painful. "This was to prepare you for what lies ahead." Aiko relaxed her grip and began to rhythmically contract her vagina in a gentle pumping action. Shinji gently caressed her erect breasts through the stocking and feasted his eyes on the beautiful woman straddling his body. She smiled as she continued to caress his member, while kissing his lips, licking his chest. Sensations began building to a point to where he thought he must release and then would subside. Shinji caressed her buttocks as she leaned over top of him, her breasts now in his face, the force of her rhythm more intense. The sensation built quickly. With a groan he began to ejaculate into the lovely young girl. Her internal muscles grasped him and milked him hard. He began to black out as the window crashed in. "Rei! Help!" Aiko shouted rolling backwards off Shinji who was still in the throes of orgasm. Grasping a fan, she snapped it open and held it in front of Shinji as a pistol went off. The force of the impact jerked her arm, but she managed to get the other fan up to deflect the bullet aimed for Rei. Rei went down, her sword drawn, a wound in the temple where the deflected bullet hit her. "Let's take care of the prostitute first". Said one of the two invaders. "Where did she go?" said the other. "Why weren't you watching her?" "Me?" "Shoot the boy, and put another in the girl. We'll find her later." A groan and gurgle brought the man's attention to his back as his partner collapsed, spitting blood. A quick glance revealed he had been stabbed upwards under his chin and through the palette. He had died almost instantly. Deciding to shoot everyone, the man realized his arm would not move as the blood welled from the deep cuts that had severed his tendons. Staring at the cuts he did not see the sword as it cut off his head. Aiko gently pried the sword from the motionless staring Shinji and carefully placed the sword back in the hands of Rei. Aiko called NERV. "I would like to report an assault upon the First and Third Children. No, they are not all right. The Third Child is in shock; the First Child is suffering from a gunshot wound to the head. The assailants are dead. Now, this is an unsecured line. Your code word will come from Commander Ikari. You will not be allowed to enter the house without it. Ask him how he described the requirements for his son to the candidate. His answer is your code phrase." She examined the clips and pistols she had salvaged from the bodies. A knock occurred within 3 minutes as a chopper touched down. "Code phrase?" Aiko cracked the door. "Bed warmer." Aiko coolly shot the uniformed man at the door through the head and slammed the door. She heard the chopper take off. Another chopper landed. Another knock sounded on the door. "Code phrase?" Aiko held the gun steady. "Hot piece of ass." The man said nervously, looking at the body lying on the threshold. Aiko threw open the door and directed the medics to the dining room. She had stowed Shinji under the dining room table with Rei. Shinji was applying pressure to stop the bleeding. "She must keep her sword with her!" "It is imperative if she is to remain a EVA pilot!" Aiko ordered. "Go ahead, Shinji-sama. Care for Rei-san." "Aiko-sama" the leader bowed. You are requested to come with us. The house is not safe. Aiko complied. --- "How many security men did we lose?" Gendon looked sharply at the squirming officer. "Six," the man answered, knowing that Gendon already knew. "And a concubine and a girl managed to succeed where you failed. Who were the assassins?" The officer stared silently. "You are to be re-assigned to the field. Should you survive the next six months, I will consider you blameless." Shinji sat in the examination room as the female doctor examined him. "Did you recently engage in sexual activity? " "Uh yes, why?" " There appears to be dried semen in your pubic hairs. Is it yours?" "Yes." Shinji blanched at the alternate possibility. Aiko sat in a separate examination room wearing a kimono from the apartment and the body stocking. "It has been a while since I last saw you." Aiko looked at the doctor and said nothing. "It appears you were in a tender moment when the attack occurred." Aiko just stared ahead. "I need to cut your intimate apparel off you." Aiko nodded as the surgical scissors cut the stocking neatly off her body. "You have a crack in your left wrist. Your right wrist is badly bruised. Aiko-san, you are pregnant." --- Misato stood before Gendon delivering a report on the situation. "Rei has suffered a concussion from a bullet wound to the head, we need to keep her several days for observation." "Shinji is dazed but in good physical health. Psychologically is a different matter." "Aiko has a broken left wrist, a sprained right wrist. She is suffering from battle fatigue." "Battle fatigue?" asked Gendon. "Please elaborate." "Aiko has a deep respect for life - especially human life." She was forced to kill today, in opposition to her personal philosophy and training. " "Take care of her - get her whatever she needs or wants." Gendon answered. "Treat her as my personal guest." Aiko looked around the furnished room. A room had been constructed inside a meeting room to the exact specifications of her old apartment. Her furnishings had been placed there. No security camera was evident, and a private phone, courtesy of the commander himself. A small sign outside in the hall read, Private! No Admittance, Residents Only and By Permission of Residents- by Order of the Base Commander." No locks were present, but none were needed. A knock sounded at her door. "Come in," Aiko sighed. Misato came in carrying a large box almost too big for her to carry. " Shinji's agent delivered these to the old apartment. I took delivery and left him a procedure to contact Shinji and me. Shinji asked if you would consider accepting this small gift in appreciation for saving Rei's and his life." Misato excused herself and went back to her duties. Aiko opened the box, a small letter read, "My dearest Ikari, I accepted delivery on the prints and had them framed and displayed. Fortune has smiled upon me. I was the winning bidder for the originals! The originals now hang in their place. I now return the proof set to you to sell or keep, as I have received full value from the single week of enjoying them. (Signed) The Emperor" Black lacquer frames outlined the prints. She realized that her small cluttered room could not display them in a circular manner. She paneled the false window wall with four rows of three panels. She placed them in the order removed from the box; two rows on each side of the window. Preparing a pot of tea, she sat and contemplated the works for several hours. Aiko got up, dressed in a plain simple blue uniform, draped the cord of her NERV pass around her neck and left the room. The pass identified her as a special operative attached to NERV security answerable only to Commander Ikari himself. It allowed her full, unrestricted access to all areas except central dogma. There, the two-man rule applied. Aiko headed for Medical Services. Rei still lay unconscious in the bed a bandage on the temple where the bullet had hit her. "Where is her sword?" Aiko demanded. "With the investigations team. They promised to return it after running a few tests." "Hmm, I would suggest that you retrieve another personal effect that is dear to the girl if you wish to speed her recovery. " "What might that be?" "Her umbrella. Any objections?" "A decontamination in ethylene oxide and then she may have it." "May I use the phone?" "Hello, security? Special ops Aiko here." I need to know where Ayanami's umbrella is." "It is blue silk with a moon design." "Property room G78, bin 12," Aiko repeated. "I understand." "State reason briefly, and sign the receipt." The property clerk handed her the umbrella. Aiko wrote: "To bring comfort to a recovering patient (Ayanami) who happens to be the owner - Aiko." The clerk looked at the receipt and entered the words into the computer system. "Thank you," said Aiko as she headed towards the elevator. Aiko laid the umbrella next to the still form and laid Rei's hand on the fabric. A strong response showed on the EEG monitor. Nurses poured into the room. Rei's eyes snapped open. As if on command, she sat up and tried to get out of bed. "My master!" I must go to him!" Rei spoke as the attendants restrained her. "He is unhurt." Aiko spoke quietly. Rei relaxed. "When may I see him?" "Shortly." "Please leave us," Aiko spoke to the attendants. "Rei, your ceremonial sword is in the NERV labs being tested. It will be returned to you shortly." "I made sure that your primary weapon was with you." "I don't remember." " The doctor said that that could be the result of your head wound. "Rei, you cut off the head of one of the assassins." "I seem to remember that there were two." "I stabbed the other in the brain through the palette." Aiko stated flatly. Rei stared at Aiko noticing the badge and uniform. "I thought your role was the giver of life in the household," Rei challenged. "A giver of life that will not defend it is unfaithful!" Aiko responded, remembering Miyako's challenge. "The badge and uniform will allow me to remain close to you and our master." "This attack severely injured the harmony of us as a household." "The apartment is empty, no one will live there again. The owner wants it demolished to purge the shame of what happened there." "I have been asked to assist NERV security in dealing with this attack on the Geisha Aiko and her client sponsor in his home and the stench this has brought to the city of Tokyo 3." "My resources, the resources of Miyako, the Royal house, every police force in Japan, the defense forces and NERV will be brought to bear. This is a question of honor. And because it is a question of honor, no suspect person may be intimidated, tortured, harassed, threatened or tried without clear irrefutable evidence. I have already interviewed five "confessors" who want to end this shame by sacrificing themselves. More will appear, don't believe any of them. I suggest when you are able, call on me in my apartment in M23." Rei's recovery was as dramatic as her awakening. The next morning she answered a battery of questions from NERV security. She consumed all of the food set before her and proceeded to do exercises on the bed's traction bar. "Get her out of here!" announced her doctor after completing the demanded physical. "Come in, Rei" Aiko said. Rei was wearing a pale blue paper uniform issued by the infirmary. It went well with her hair. "What is this?" Rei asked glancing at the familiar room in a very unfamiliar place. "My contract requires my own apartment. The commander simply had another built to replace my old one." "Let me make some tea, I have something to show you." "What are these?" Rei looked at the calligraphy. "They are titled 'Life' by the artist and 'Tears of the Geisha' by the art community." "Please sit and look at these carefully." Rei studied them and smiled recognizing the stamp of Ikari's signature and then her eyes widened at the AP designation. "These are the Royal set!" exclaimed Rei. "How did you acquire them?" "The Emperor acquired the originals, and graciously returned the prints to Shinji-sama, who presented them to me. But I did not bring you here to discuss them as art, but as a focus and inspiration." "Fine, these are intimacy, home, food, art, respect, prosperity, death, healing, truth, justice, birth, happiness. I see some well executed characters." Rei accepted the cup offered by Aiko and contemplated the explanation being offered. "Properly placed, they present a map of one's life. But one must allow the characters to speak to them and not simply to read them. For instance, death may indicate a shift in life such as divorce, loss of a job, or other traumatic experience. Intimacy does not always mean sexual, but most of the time they mean exactly what they say." "Follow this," she pointed at "Shi". Because of the next character I came to see you and assist your healing. I expect to find the truth about the attack on us. Then we shall see justice done. "What about the 'birth' symbol?" Aiko looked directly at Rei. " I cannot answer that question until I have a chance to consult with your master." Rei smiled, "The giver of life." --- Aiko addressed her staff, mostly of NERV security, who had volunteered to work the case with her. "First, the men who attacked us were unaware of my dwelling in the house." The locals were aware of my address, but were good neighbors and kept quiet." "They attacked the young master's room directly by repelling from the roof." "I believe that he and he alone was the sole target." Ayanami was assaulted because she was a threat and a witness. I was targeted for the same reason. No mention was made of sweeping the remainder of the house, of the second Child, of the Major, or of Miyako. "I have a theory, but only a theory. I choose at this time not to share it with you, so that your ability to consider multiple possibilities is not compromised. "I want some theories based on what you know. Yes?" Aiko nodded to a raised hand. "How did the gunmen miss at such close range?" "They didn't, their bullets were deflected." Several people stared at each other. "With what?" "I can't tell you, however I am permitted to say that it is why my wrists were injured." "How did you get close enough to kill the shooter with your dagger?" "I will not answer that. I simply did. Next." "Did the young master have any enemies? Would anyone profit by his death?" Aiko stared at the young man. "Excellent question! Your other questions are relevant to the reconstruction of the scene or of mounting a skillful prosecution, but this is the type I was looking for." "Did his relatives have any enemies? Oops, stupid question." "Not at all, this is the type of dialogue I have been trying to develop." "Are the enemies known for being violent and impulsive? Did the young master recently acquire wealth that could make him a target?" "Because he was a minor, he didn't actually control any wealth, but I will tell you that Katsuragi holds over a billion yen in trust for the young master." "How did Katsuragi get that kind of money?" " I can tell you that Ikari Shinji earned it all - legitimately." "Is anyone attempting to seize control of NERV or the EVA by attacking its pilots?" "Good question." "Are there fanatics who want the Angels to prevail?" "Yes, but they would be unlikely suspects, given there was not an attack on the second child." "Is there a prospective limited client who might want to kill your master to allow him to purchase your contract?" Aiko paused a long time. "I had never considered the possibility. But a most excellent question!" "Because you will be dealing with the world of the Geisha, the code of silence is a major obstacle." "Even if I had been told by the person himself that he had intended to do it, I would have been honor bound not to mention it." "I would also have mentioned to the young master to leave town!" Aiko smiled. A mature woman asked next. "In a profession such as record artist, the premature death of the artist causes the owners of the rights to records made to become very rich. The same effect is known with painters and sculptor's works. Does this scenario describe the young master's profession and is it possible someone attempted to limit his career?" Aiko paused as if in thought. I myself have something else to offer, a rivalry between professions." "I want you to split up into teams of 5 each. You will each select a leader. Each leader will be given an avenue of investigation and an area to pursue. I expect cooperation between teams on overlap. Each team will uncover things that will be shared to other teams. Certain private information is off limits. I may have to pursue discrete avenues of investigation by myself, and advise the team leaders on the facts uncovered. Because I was directly involved in the crime, I would rather not. Each team member will receive a gilt edged laminated badge with my likeness and stamp and the bearer's likeness and stamp. Before questioning, you will present my business card in the proper manner and ask for permission to begin. If refused, ask that the card be returned and say, " I see your service lies in another area." At this time usually the recipient will change their mind. The name of each recipient will be recorded, and the number of the card given to them. This is necessary because the cards themselves are collectors' items. You will each be required to give an accounting of them. They are your main weapons of persuasion. When you are questioning, you will be my representatives! Your questions must be polite and discrete. We are not in the business to offend or be rude. Conduct yourselves accordingly. The press will be watching you like eagles. If you wish to broach a delicate subject, dance around the item by inference and see it you can get a response. If you get no response, make a note of it and move on, pay attention to body signs. I do not want anyone to be seen as bullying or intimidating. Many people will tell you what they think you wish to hear. I have a list of words that each of you will be asked to memorize. They are not to be written down. The words are related to the crime and things that the criminals who planned this and persons very close to me would know. We will work on a list of questions in your areas of investigation, which will prompt the responses." I also have letters of introduction to the various jurisdictions you will be entering. They are personally addressed and will be delivered prior to beginning operation in any area outside. A refusal to cooperate will be respected and all operations in that area will cease while we make inquiries. A liaison assigned to you by an outside jurisdiction will be respected and advised on our operating procedure. Disputes with the liaison will be first taken up with the liaison, then up the liaison's chain of command before coming back here. I do not want a small disagreement over protocol to become an interdepartmental rivalry. I want you first to consider giving in to apparently unreasonable demands, but certain things may require that you stand firm. Insults and disrespect to NERV, law enforcement, and myself in general will be accepted as part of your service and will not be responded to in kind. Injury, assault and verbal abuse to the elderly, women, children, or those in your custody and under your protection will not be tolerated under any circumstances. My honor requires you respond appropriately. An admonishment for an insult, a bruise for a bruise, a wound for a wound will be the rule, do not escalate the situation. You may use deadly force only to prevent another life from being taken. I know that all of you will not discover the truth in this mission, but if you do your duty correctly, you will bring a new respect to NERV, and law enforcement in general. Now for what for some of you will be the most difficult part. You will all be dressed in traditional hakama with my registered pattern, and will be known as the Sakura. Weapons may be carried, but not openly, unless you have a ceremonial sword with which you are able to demonstrate proficiency." "Thank you, you are dismissed," "Aiko-san?" asked Shinji. "We understand you had some questions for us." Nodding at Rei who accompanied him. "Rei-san, were you pleased with the level of protection provided for Ikari-sama last week?" Rei shook her head. "Ikari-sama, did I get a chance to finish serving your banquet when we were so rudely disturbed?" "It's all right, you were very nice." Rei interjected, "My master is being kind, judging by his physical response, he needs physical release, and reassurance by being part of life, after being so close to death." "Aiko-san," Rei continued, "You are also in need of completion, to feel your master's embrace again after coming so close to losing him." "Rei, I want you to remain in the room while we join, to protect us, that our union may be unencumbered by concern about each other's safety." announced Shinji. "Aiko-san?" Rei looked at the Geisha. "If you and Ikari-sama are not bothered, I will be happy to carry out my duties with his retainer present." "I wish to start over with the banquet we had started." Aiko went behind a small screen and changed. She came out wearing a tee shirt, cutoffs and sneakers with athletic socks. Her nipples stood out prominently against the thin material; a glance to the shorts showed the large curve of her buttocks while providing a minimalist coverage to her modesty. She sat cross-legged and offered him a cup of tea. Shinji then noticed the exposed labia of her vagina peeking through one side of a leg hole. His raging erection soon entered the young woman through the leg hole as she reclined on a wrap, smiling with his passionate attentions being given to her. As with the last encounter, this course was designed to be highly erotic, and brief. Aiko reveled in the response of her body to Shinji's strong, eager and familiar strokes. His hands gently surrounded her breasts. Her slippery secretions were then followed by the deep gentle contractions that soon ended the encounter as she felt his seed erupt into her body. She held her gasping lover tenderly and then gently sat up. Dodging behind the screen she came out wearing a pink kimono with blue flowers. She helped dress Shinji in basic black with gold thread. During the encounter, Rei stood motionless, eyes closed, hand poised on the handle of the umbrella as it focusing her being elsewhere. Aiko unfolded a small table, opened a panel and slid out a kitchen island. It had very compact range, refrigerator, and sink and oven assembly on it. Preparing tea and rice rolls for three, she sat at the table. Rei sat cross-legged, to Shinji's surprise. "A warrior can attack faster this way." Rei explained. "I actually would rather stand, but that would offend even myself!" She smiled. "Itadakimasu!" They exclaimed together. Aiko began practicing the true art of the Geisha, she steered the conversation and the ideas and information flowed like waves on a beach. The dead sea scrolls, art, swords, history, astronomy, physics, mathematics, sports, popular music were only some of the topics she touched on. Shinji relaxed and listened, and talked. Aiko rose, as did Rei, and put the table and the uneaten food away. A few seconds in the sink with the ultrasonic washer and a disinfectant, a rinse and a gentle wipe, Shinji watched with interest as Aiko performed the most domestic of duties with poise, grace and charm. As Aiko came back she was unfastening her kimono; Rei took up her watch in a different place and froze in concentration. A pink camisole and silk stockings with garters was all she was wearing. She gently directed him to lie on his side facing her. She lay at right angles to him, on her back and presented her charms to his now erect member, with her legs over his body. He slipped in easily; Aiko rubbed his back with the silk clad calves of her legs. He was at first timid with the new position and then as he became comfortable he responded vigorously to Aiko's strong internal prompting. Aiko caressed his face with her hand and sighed as he caressed her breasts and body through the thin silk camisole. Aiko shuddered and stiffened momentarily as if in pain. Shinji paused, "Please continue," she whispered. The Geisha shuddered as she held the young man with her legs against her quivering buttocks. The soft sucking sounds of their lovemaking became rapid and frenzied as Shinji again spent himself inside of Aiko's body. "Are you all right?" Shinji asked the still shuddering girl. "Yes, my master. Aiko gasped. "But I am not supposed to enjoy myself to this extent! It tends to interfere with my duties." "You seem to be performing your duties quite well, as evidenced by the results running out of your vagina!" Aiko blushed violently. " I haven't served dessert yet." She countered. Sitting up and trying to compose herself, Aiko felt more like a fawning adolescent than a mistress of erotic arts. Her cheeks were flushed and red, her breasts firm and nipples erect as she decided to cover herself. Shinji was intrigued and was becoming excited again. The most sexually frank person he had ever known was acting like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Rei suddenly became animated. "Ikari-sama, please withhold your attentions from Aiko-san. She needs a moment of rest which I recommend for yourself as well." Rei spoke without looking at Shinji who was still uncovered. Distracted from his quarry, the young man rose and got warm water and a cloth, which he handed to Aiko who very carefully wiped her oozing genitalia. Rinsing the cloth, she carefully wiped Shinji's penis. Finishing dressing, they brought out the table again and Aiko brought out tea. She felt totally humbled; this man whom she had out of respect and duty called 'master' had indeed mastered her body and her spirit. Rei who shared the tea with them spoke quietly. " Aiko, you had an intense orgasm. I understand that it is most unusual for this to occur." Aiko, who was recovering from the turmoil raging through her mind and body nodded, "A Geisha is supposed to derive her pleasure from the knowledge of doing her duties well, but my master has pierced the virginity of my heart. Aiko removed her camisole and stockings and put on a simple short robe of black silk. It was left open at the breasts so that her erect nipples showed and her ample bottom was barely covered. Reaching up to the ceiling, she unplugged a light fixture and snapped a black band of cloth to the exposed hook that was present. Stepping into the leg holes of the swing she held onto the adjustment ropes with which she could vary her height, and suspended herself at waist height towards her surprised client. Shinji stared at the exposed vagina offered for his enjoyment, dropped his kimono and stepped into her waiting embrace. He entered her so naturally he was at first scarcely aware that he was inside until the grip of her womanhood began to stroke him. They kissed, fondled, squeezed and enjoyed each other; tenderly at first, then fiercely as their passions began to build again. Shinji was kneeling and vigorously thrusting into Aiko who was facing him in the swing. She began to feel her discipline slipping away as the waves of passion began to build and batter her. Shinji was becoming oblivious to all except the woman who was at the moment the center of his physical and spiritual being, Aiko was focused on the man who was releasing her passion and drowning her reason. Aiko felt the wetness and contractions of the young man's release and shuddered in response. Her contractions were uncontrolled; she dropped the guide ropes and sobbingly hugged her partner as the waves of her ecstasy overpowered her. "Aiko, Aiko!" Shinji exclaimed at the hysterical woman clutching at him. It's all right!" "No!" She cried, "I am not capable of being a Geisha any more! I am totally bound to you! I will never even consider bedding another man. I relinquish my contract; I will sleep in your bed! I will cook your meals; I will gladly bear your children! I pledge you my life and being." Aiko extricated herself from the swing and dropped to the floor on her hands and knees with her head down. " I accept your pledge," Shinji replied very quietly, "but I cannot possess a national treasure." I will consult with Miyako about the best course of action. Please get up and resume the duties of a Geisha." "Yes, my beloved." "You may not call me that." Shinji replied sternly. "Master?" "Yes?" "I am carrying your child." Shinji stared. "It is the order of things," he finally answered with a faint smile. Rei helped with the bath of Aiko and Shinji, laid out fresh clothes and brought out some rice cakes and cool tea. Rei and Shinji went back to the pilot barracks. Aiko concealed her dagger in the blouse of her uniform and went back to security. --- "Team leaders report!" Aiko spoke forcefully. "All jurisdictions most cooperative, all persons cooperative including the "lesser legitimate" people of Tokyo 3." the first person spoke. There was the mention of a certain helicopter seen landing that evening on the Nippon Heavy Industries building. NHI officially had no comment, although the mechanics verified that the registration number had been painted out on one recently prepared for flight, and repainted after that flight." "Was it a Bell 410ZT?" Aiko followed the report with her question. "Yes, it was." "Team Two report." "A certain person in the art world unnamed by agents and dealers, had attempted to corner the market on a certain calligraphy artist recently named by the Emperor. The artist's official name is 'He who walks with giants.' It is widely known he was a sponsor client of a certain Geisha. Certain prints of his work were fetching close to a million yen apiece, originals close to a hundred million." It was said by persons willing to testify, that a certain customer said that it would be 'convenient if the artist were to die early.'" "Very interesting, but hardly conclusive." Aiko replied. "Team Three report." "Certain inquiries about requests for an assassin were quietly dropped due to the crime families who became indignant when it was discovered that the intended target was directly linked to the Emperor and was a Geisha client sponsor. The persons spoke under condition of anonymity." "Also interesting, the picture grows a little clearer." "Team Four report." "We searched for unused round trip tickets of persons who had entered the Airport up to two weeks prior to the attack and fit the profiles of the deceased assassins." We also looked for unclaimed belongings at hotels and unusual checkouts." We interviewed over a hundred businessmen. We found twelve that were close. We were able to identify one of the assassins as a mercenary hired from Liberia, although his official passport was probably purchased from an official there. His reason for entry was listed as 'tourist'. He left very little evidence. Room, meals, and transportation were paid with cash, used the Internet to communicated with other parties. His laptop computer is encrypted, but we were able to secure a clone of the hard drive. I have asked permission to allow the Maggi to examine the data." "A worthwhile endeavor, the Maggi may be able to break the encryption!" "Any report from Forensics?" The criminologist rose and cleared his throat. "Fiber evidence taken from the shoes, socks and clothing of the assassins contained had five types of fiber; there was one unique to the carpet of a limousine. The manufacturer reported that only one is known in Tokyo 3. " The another type was from an exotic wool carpet manufactured specially for a specific customer. The fibers also matched the fibers from the helicopter carpet. Others matched broadly with the carpeting in hotels in the area. " "Who owned the limousine?" Aiko was interested. "International Leasing." "Who was the lessor?" "Nippon Heavy Industries." "For whom was the wool carpeting made?" "Migoya International Furnishings." "Was there a client to whom the carpeting was resold?" "Yes, Global Management Corporation, a large property manager." "The tenant is Nippon Heavy Industries. The carpet was placed in the NHI executive suites." Aiko remarked, "This is serious evidence, but corporations have been known to furnish vehicles to present and prospective customers." NHI must be allowed to quietly refute this evidence and to preserve their honor." "You are not permitted to discuss this with any other than myself or other members of your team." "Commander Ikari." "Yes, Aiko?" "I understand that Nippon Heavy Industries is the prime contractor for the construction and maintenance of NERV headquarters." "Yes, that is correct." "I request that as a precaution, that no personnel other than command staff be allowed within two floors of the M22 area or within two floors of any EVA pilot." "Detain for questioning any outside worker found outside his assigned area, this also goes for NERV personnel." "Gendon stared at her, his eyes barely visible behind the tinted lenses. "It will be as you say." Aiko called NHI and asked for an appointment with the CEO of NHI. She identified herself Majoto Aiko, a new operative with NERV security, and had some questions with Yamaguchi-san concerning security breaches at his prime construction site and corporate offices. "Please come in," he bowed to the severely dressed lady. A simple blue uniform, an ID tag, hair pulled and tied straight back, he was reminded of Ikari Gendon with the hard piercing glare from her wire spectacles. He noticed that she dispensed with shoes in the traditional manner and wore a matching pair of slippers. "First, I must tell you that this is an unofficial visit, that I will not divulge to anyone, not even Ikari Gendon, the conversation that we will have." "How do I know that you can be trusted?" Yamaguchi looked puzzled at this declaration. "You are still alive." "I don't understand." "You will." Aiko gazed steadily at the man. "In case you are ignorant, your corporate helicopter was used in the assassination attempt of key NERV personnel. Six of my fellow team members were killed. I myself was injured in the attempt." "These are serious charges." "Conclusive evidence also places the assailants in NHI executive suites and in your limousine." "I can make the flight logs and vehicle logs available." "Not necessary, I already have seen them. They are fakes." Yamaguchi felt his stomach turn over. "They were so incompetent that they couldn't even go to the right apartment!" he muttered. "As I understand you, the NERV personnel were unfortunate victims of a dispute that you had with someone else." Aiko looked at him icily. " "Yes, a calligrapher called "He who walks with giants." Yamaguchi grimaced. "This must be some dispute!" "He refused commissions, would not meet with me and charged outrageous prices for his work. " Yamaguchi added. I tried to get a print of his last work, and all attempts to purchase the remaining print at any price were rejected." Aiko replied, "I believe that you are referring to "The Tears of the Geisha." Yamaguchi suddenly looked very wary. "There is no way you could have known that." Aiko answered and pointed very rudely at him, "The artist proof set." Yamaguchi paled. "You must be a witch! I remind you of your earlier statement." "I am not through revealing the truth as revealed by the Royal set." she replied. "You know of the work's power?" He was incredulous. "A simple policeman should not have that much insight or sense of prophecy," he thought. "The power flows from the artist to the work, not the work to the artist!" Aiko almost shouted at him. Aiko lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "You thought to deprive the Emperor of his favorite calligrapher?" "Even the Emperor did not recognize the work as great, I heard he returned the prints. His appointment was probably a favor to someone." "After he secured the originals, you idiot!" "Majoto-san," Yamaguchi replied, "There is no point of forgetting your manners." "Besides, what relevance is a lucky, pompous artist to NERV?" "I apologize for my outburst, you are quite right." Aiko bowed. "'He who walks with giants' is the client sponsor of a Geisha, your inquiries should have alerted you to this." Aiko challenged him. "I am not impressed, anyone with sufficient money may secure the conversation and entertainment of such a lady for a business meeting or family gathering." "He had a full exclusive contract." Aiko countered. "Possibly." I don't know that, besides only the Geisha and her client..." Yamaguchi stated his question again. "What relevance is your question to NERV?" "His real name is Ikari Shinji. His father is Ikari Gendon. He is the designated pilot of Evangelion Unit 1." "Your men did not make a mistake. They attacked NERV personnel, they attacked a Royal artist, they attacked a client sponsor of a Geisha, they attacked the Geisha and they attacked me!" Yamaguchi reeled at the revelation of his guilt, his face was ashen, and his voice trembled. "So what do you intend to do with this knowledge?" "Nothing." I believe I already have sufficient evidence without our conversation to convict you. Should you choose to fight the charges, I will even furnish counsel to defend you vigorously." "You? What counsel can you provide?" Aiko handed him her lawyer's card. "Yamaguchi-sama, we are at your service." it read. "How?" he questioned. "Aiko has requested it." She replied. "Aiko?" he echoed the name. "At your service," she replied. "Shit!" "Now, I must remind you of your manners." Aiko spoke quietly. "I am sorry. Do you have a recommendation?" "To avoid the circus and pain of a trial, I suggest that in lieu of a trial, that you resign quietly tomorrow and get your affairs in order. Within 30 days from your resignation I expect you make a simple declaration and to commit suicide. No charges will be filed, and others or myself will make no claims against your family or company. I would consider you more honorable to sell your works of the calligrapher whom you coveted so highly and set up a trust for the families of the six men who lost their lives in NERV's service, but that is your concern." "I will kill myself in the traditional manner." Yamaguchi replied. "I would prefer to have a second, but I have no one proficient with a sword." "I will ask Rakan to assist you. If he is unwilling, I will ask if Ikari Shinji's retainer may attend you." "Retainer?" "The stroke will not even be seen." --- From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 5 [Revised] Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But this episode contains strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language. I do not believe that there is a single obscene word or vernacular in the entire chapter. Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Descriptions of killing and dismemberment are also present in this chapter. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Somehow I messed up the cutting and pasting of this chapter. Thanks to those who pointed this out. Teisu --- Chapter 5 Yamaguchi sat quietly in the garden wearing a white kimono. The attendants bowed and presented a young girl in a very formal kimono wearing a matching traditional katana. "This is Rei." "Hello, Rei. You know of your duties in this ceremony?" "I have been instructed by my master to end your pain after you have disemboweled yourself." "Forgive my cowardice, I wish to see your skill, please demonstrate on the bamboo pole." Rei nodded, and in one fluid motion, the katana flashed, and the bamboo pole toppled to the ground. "I will not strike before you have completed your task. I have been ordered to withdraw should you refuse to carry out the ceremony." Rei declared, wiping the blade and replacing it in the scabbard. "Very well, the following provisions have been made." You will receive my family's sword, as there needs to be an honorable hand to hold it. Your master will receive my country house for the disruption to his household. He will receive the calligraphy housed there to apologize for profaning his work. Aiko will receive one-third of my estate for the injury suffered because of me." Yamaguchi handed the packet of papers to an attendant who left the area. Yamaguchi opened his kimono baring his abdomen. Rei dropped one side of her kimono freeing her arm and held the katana out. The attendant poured water on it, ritualistically cleansing the blade. Yamaguchi wrapped the knife in paper to that the blade would not cut his hands. Placing the point at the lower part of his abdomen, he swiftly plunged the blade in and pulled it up and across in a smooth motion. His intestines spilled out of the massive wound. He hardly had time to gasp before Rei swung. "Your service to house Yamaguchi was appreciated." The attendant bowed deeply and handed Rei a white cloth to clean her sword. "Here is the sword you were promised." The elderly man turned his head and held it out in the traditional manner. Rei grasped the sword with both hands and acknowledged its receipt. "He died well." Rei reported to Aiko. "Now, let's become a family again." Aiko addressed the NERV security personnel: "My dear people, your efforts have succeeded, the truth revealed and justice has been satisfied." People looked at each other. "How? There was no arrest, no trial, no prison, no execution." Aiko read the question and confusion as it played across the faces of the Sakura. "I will explain. An admirer and collector of the works of young Ikari demanded special privileges, as he thought befit his station. Being rejected, he took it as an extreme loss of face, although he was never singled out individually. In fact, I myself was denied for one of the works that he was trying to acquire! Not realizing his value outside of the art community, he decided to end the 'arrogant' young artist's career. He ignored the several warning flags raised by traditional assassins who refused to have anything to do with the act. Acting more on rage than reason or honor, he hired foreigners to perform the task. They failed, and in the process paid with their lives. The collector thought that the assassins had attacked the wrong house so felt little sympathy for the injury they caused. When the magnitude of his crime was made clear, he decided to commit suicide in the traditional manner, retaining his honor. In recognition of the injury he caused, blood money has been paid for the six lives wrongly taken and compensation made for the other injuries caused." "What about the helicopter pilot?" "I examined him and found him to be a loyal employee with no knowledge of what was planned." "In his declaration, the collector proclaimed himself as solely responsible for the crimes and bearer of the guilt. I intend to honor that statement. The Sakura is hereby made inactive. You may retain your uniforms, badges and a single business card. There will be certain occasions where you may publicly wear the uniforms, but I hope they will never be needed again in an official capacity. Please turn in your notes, ledgers, and other official documents. Any record of anything reported in confidence will be destroyed. I will see you again, as many of you will be assigned to watch over the Children. I am honored by your service." Aiko bowed deeply. "We are honored to serve," was the reply. "Commander Ikari," Aiko addressed the head of NERV. "I suggest that you may stand down the heightened security on the Children and allowed previously cleared NHI employees to resume normal construction and maintenance duties." "Here is my final report on the attack on NERV personnel." "It was engineered by one man, solely on the basis of a perceived insult." "He and all responsible parties are dead." "All injured parties have been compensated." "Here is my written report, I suggest that you destroy it after reading it, it is the only copy." Gendon opened and read the conclusion and stared. "But I attended his funeral, I had no idea." "I wish at this time to tender my resignation from NERV." "That is not necessary, The simple fragrance of your presence adds so much to our lives. Your status as special operative could easily be made permanent and your duties would be few." Aiko stared and smiled, "Commander, that was not like you at all! But the answer is no." "I will accept a permanent civilian worker's or visitor's badge, but I have a family to rebuild and a house to move into." "Until we meet again, Daughter." Aiko bowed. --- At the corporate attorney's office, the meeting began, Shinji, Rei, Misato and Aiko were present. The meeting was represented as the finalization of the inheritance to be received from NHI founder Yamaguchi. "Mr. Yamaguchi willed his country house to the young Ikari including a trust to pay for the servants and upkeep of the grounds. His family has chosen to contest the will. They most strenuously object to the calligraphy collection that was housed there being included and the loss of the family sword. Apparently he was struck with the fancy of a young girl and a large number of stock certificates and bonds are also missing." They demand the return of these items also." The attorney looked over his glasses. "If you fail to return the contested items, I will serve you with papers here and now. "Serve away, if you wish to be disbarred, " Aiko smiled, "I trust you have permission of the national council to do so?" "Excuse me?" Saku, the attorney looked startled. You called me here as Majoto, but my official title is Aiko, I am designated as a national treasure. Here is my identity card and a simple business card. "I am not familiar with the laws concerning national treasures." "Please call my attorneys. Simply say 'Aiko has need of their services'. Or you may inquire at the national treasury, I am sure they will be happy to bring you copy of the law along with your summons. For your information, I now hold twenty-five percent of the shares of NHI and the man who calls me 'Daughter' is the largest customer of NHI. "Who would that be? The attorney was nervous. "Ikari Gendon of NERV." "This must mean that young Ikari here." "Is his son!" Aiko finished. "I must also alert you that conducting personal business on company time with company attorneys is a serious misuse of company resources. The sword and house are unrelated to NHI business, unless you can convince me of their ownership by the company or use in a trademark, commercial or similar arrangement. The stocks and bonds are legitimate concerns," Aiko conceded, "although your first responsibility is to see that the Founder's wishes were carried out." "Just for my information, " the attorney smiled at the stone-face Rei. "How did you acquire his sword?" "I acted as his second at a ceremony." Rei spoke tonelessly. "What were your duties?" he prompted. "To stop his pain." "I don't follow." "I cut off his head." Rei spoke plainly. "You're a liar and a thief!" Saku shouted pointing accusingly at Rei. Aiko diverted her eyes. "I see your finger is indeed pointing at the one without honor." remarked Shinji. The attorney stared at the severed finger laying on the table pointing back at him, he then realized it was his own. "Incredible!" He had not even seen any motion. "That's a nasty paper cut, should we call you an ambulance?" Misato mocked him. "Please. I apologize." "That is inadequate, a gift to redeem your insult is required, or you may forgo the finger." Rei responded quietly. "I will redeem the insult." He saw the blood covering the documents and papers and fainted. Misato picked up the phone and summoned medical help. Aiko wrapped the severed finger in a piece of cloth and placed it in the fainted lawyer's ice bucket. Shinji calmly wrapped a clean linen handkerchief around the stump and held pressure to stop the bleeding. Soon the medical personnel came and took the man away with the ice bucket containing the severed digit riding next to him. "That concludes today's meeting!" Misato announced. Several days later, Misato received a letter from Saku. "I have determined that this dispute is no business concern of NHI and have referred the issue back to the families with my recommendations that they stop pursuing it. I have a gift for the young lady to whom I was so rude and would like to give it to her in person." "I hope this meeting goes better than the last one," the lawyer eyed the group cautiously. "Don't insult anyone and you will be safe." Aiko remarked. "May I instruct you in manners?" Aiko inquired. "If you are acting as a student, then you are far less likely to suffer bodily injury. Should you slip, I will be there to catch you." "Please, I am in your hands." The man turned red, and Aiko's heart was softened. "Very good, a humble attitude." "Before we begin I see that the healing of your injury is progressing nicely." "The finger was severed so cleanly and in such a way that the surgeons had no trouble re-attaching it. The first aid rendered by you and the young man was excellent. I should regain full use and feeling in it - in about six weeks." He commented dryly. "Start with your introduction." "Good day Misato-san, Aiko-san, Ayanami-san, Ikari-chan., I am Saku" "Only one serious mistake, Saku-san" Aiko glanced quickly at Rei, who looked amused, as did Shinji. "Oh?" " Ikari-sama is the provider of his household, heir to Yamaguchi-san, warrior, master of a samurai, client sponsor of a Geisha, Royal calligrapher, and father of my child." Misato's eyes widened at the last accomplishment. "Ikari-sama" he bowed to the young man. "Ikari-san" is fine, remarked Shinji returning the bow equally. "Only those sworn to me or in my service should use the higher title." "Next?" Aiko spoke. "Please sit down and let us begin." "What? Not even a glass of water or a cup of tea?" Aiko spoke sharply. "I see I have forgotten much," Saku conceded quickly. "May I offer you something to drink? Juice, coffee, tea, perhaps?" "Tea is preferred, if you direct me to the supplies, I will serve to illustrate because your injury will prevent you from doing so efficiently. There is nothing wrong having an assistant or aide to do this for you, as long as it is done properly." Aiko washed the pot out with hot water and then placed tea and water in it to brew. She then placed a napkin for each around the table. "Excuse me," said Aiko, "but I have an extra step I did not foresee." Aiko efficiently washed and dried the cups. "Your tea service really should be used more often." She remarked. As she placed the cups around the table on the napkins, she poured the tea, serving Shinji first, herself last. Finding a small box of seasoned rice crackers, she laid a cracker next to each cup. Everyone held his or her cup until Aiko was seated. Signaling to Shinji, her readiness, he drank and all others followed suit. You can pick out the decision-maker out of a group with this method, Aiko noted. "The tea is excellent!" he remarked sipping the hot liquid. "Does anyone wish more tea?" He inquired in a few minutes. Shinji and Misato nodded. Aiko rose and served them. "Thank you for your service, Aiko-san" he said smiling at the pretty Geisha who nodded back at him. "May we turn to the business at hand?" The lawyer directed them to the packets in front of them. "It is the decision of the legal counsel of Nippon Heavy Industries that the personal estate of the recently deceased founder has no bearing on NHI business. I also advised the disgruntled family about the special status of the secondary beneficiary and advised them to petition the council should they wish to pursue the contesting of the will. Concerning the securities, the sword and house, I spoke with the family friend present at the ceremony, and the executor of the Yamaguchi estate. I took appropriately worded affidavits from each and sent copies to each of the family members. I have certified copies present for each of you and have forwarded copies to your family attorneys. I have presented the Yamaguchi family the bill for the time the corporate staff spent on this personal issue. I don't expect it to be paid, but I think that this will close the case." "Here is the deed to your house, Ikari-san, with the terms of the trust for its maintenance and care." "Ayanami-san, here is the title of ownership of the Yamaguchi sword, signed by his executor and stamped with the Yamaguchi seal. "Aiko-san, you already possess the shares of stock in your own name. I don't think you will have any problem keeping them." "Ayanami-san" the lawyer addressed Rei. "You have taught me a valuable lesson and at the same time demonstrated that your master or yourself are not to be taken lightly as adversaries. Taking me at my word and not permanently disfiguring me demonstrated that you are honorable people." "Now for the redemption of the insult, I chose an item appropriate for the wholeness you let me keep. I was surprised at how appropriate the gift was." Aiko-san, please assist me, in presenting it," he nodded at the box in the corner draped in blue silk. Aiko moved the package that was on wheels, and stood next to Saku. "Ayanami-san, please accept this item as apology for my foolishness." He deeply bowed. "I also acknowledge the poor way I treated your family. This is intended for the family as well." Rei nodded. Removing the silk wrap, a huge black lacquered box was revealed. Undoing the catches and sliding out the various drawers revealed a magnificent table service for twelve. It was complete with traditional cups, ceremonial bowls, finger bowls, chopsticks, chopstick rests, linen napkins, snack bowls and two teapots. "I did my best to match your pattern," he stated as she examined the gift. I have registered the pattern that is called 'blue moon' so that any breakage you incur will not cause you grief. A subset of three cups and bowls is next to the case, packed in a cardboard box for just such a purpose. Should the entire set be lost or destroyed, the set can be reproduced, right down to the box it is kept in." Rei examined the quality, and workmanship of the box and contents. Rei spoke. "Saku-san, did it cause you discomfort to part with this?" Saku thought and decided to answer honestly. "I pondered keeping it and getting you something else." "It was then that I realized that it was the correct gift." "Your gift is accepted. Full payment has been made for your indiscretion." Rei smiled. "No objection will be raised if you possess a set of the same pattern." "Thank you, for your offer, I intend to hire a person familiar with the ways of tea and manners have them serve my clients and myself prior to negotiations and settlement. Thank you for coming," Saku bowed. "I will be at your service to assist your healing," Rei declared. "I am skilled in the art of healing massage, and can ease pain and speed healing with my touch. "A true warrior needs to know how to heal the wounds he inflicted, once the battle is over. May I see your hand?" Saku reluctantly produced the bandaged hand. "I see it is very tender and the pulse of your body is painful there." Rei remarked looking at the reddish -purple end of the finger. As Rei gently manipulated points in the wrist and forearm, Saku was amazed to see the color change to a deep pink and the pain subside. This should be sufficient, Rei remarked. You may require another treatment in about two weeks. Please contact me at this number by leaving a message. Rei held out her business card out with both hands, her head lowered. Saku hurriedly wrote on his and they exchanged cards. "Saku-san, please have your wife relieve your physical desires, as they are interfering with rapid healing." Saku sputtered with embarrassment. "I understand," Rei nodded. "You are uncomfortable discussing such things in front of others." "Master, I require a few minutes alone to confer with my patient." As Shinji, Misato and Aiko stepped outside of the conference room, Saku didn't quite know what to make of this young lady's matter-of-fact approach to reproductive issues. "Is there a problem with my recommendations? Rei asked. Saku nodded. "I lack sexual powers." "I may be able to assist your healing in this area. You may wish to have a guard or doctor present before I proceed." "I am in your hands." "Very well, remove your clothes except your underwear and lie on the table, chest down. "Please use the silk wrap to cover any areas you do not wish to show." Rei turned her back while he did as requested. Rei carefully felt the spine of the man's back noting areas of expansion and compression, developing a feel for the balance that was needed there. "You have an old injury here, it was related to a fall. Did your ability leave you soon after the injury?" Saku nodded. Rei continued, "I can restore you, but it will cause great pain while I am doing so." Saku steeled himself. "I am ready." "No, you must be relaxed, I want you to think about your youth and vigor and past delights with your wife." Saku replayed in his mind a particularly exciting night when she surprised him in his hotel room. There was warmth, and then a fire that started in his back. It built to excruciating levels. Saku stifled a scream, and then the pain subsided except for a diminishing dull ache. "Please hold still. I need to apply a small bandage, " Saku was startled. "Bandage?" "It was necessary to remove the bone spur from your spine. Your bandage may come off in a day, I do not want you do get it wet. No traditional bathing until then!" "You should be whole by then. You may get dressed." Saku dressed hurriedly as Rei politely turned her attentions elsewhere. Saku then opened the door and Rei bowed and departed. "Hmm," said the doctor examining the incision now barely visible, "a masseuse did this?" Taking the bone fragment, she looked at the x-rays from a prior visit, and compared them to the new ones. The spur had indeed been removed. "The spine is smooth where the spur was removed. I could have done this in an operating room with the latest fiber optics techniques. What instruments did she use?" she was intrigued, "anything to eat, drink or swallow?" "No instruments that I saw, but I was in no position to look. No pills or potions." "I see your finger is healing beautifully. The color is ideal." "She worked on that, too. It was purple yesterday." As the doctor bent over him, he caught a whiff of her perfume, her bra and the curve of a breast showed through the gap in the blouse. He was suddenly aware of a very uncomfortable feeling. "Doctor, I must leave immediately!" Saku stood up and the tent in his pants was plainly visible. "Saku-san, this is no reason to leave, this is a normal function of the body! I will excuse myself while you adjust your clothing to be comfortable." To her amazement Saku was crying. "She did it, the marvelous little healer did it!" "Did what?" "Restored me as a man." "Why did you not tell me! You and your wife were suffering and you were embarrassed to tell me?" The doctor was angry. "But tell me, why did you tell the healer?" "She said that I should enjoy my wife as part of the healing of the finger. She then perceived the problem and asked me directly about it. She asked permission to examine the problem, found the injury, asked permission to treat the problem and did so efficiently." "What was her fee?" Saku stared. "Uh, uh, well, nothing. She accompanied one of the customers of NHI who was in my office on business." "So she is his masseuse, then?" "No, bodyguard, actually. I am sorry to have troubled you, I cannot tell you anything more without violating my client's privacy. I will be more forthcoming about any future problems I may experience. Thank you." Saku bowed and headed home. He stopped on the way to call his wife. About two weeks later, Rei receive a message to call Saku at NHI. She called and scheduled the appointment. First alerting Misato that she would be absent for a time, Rei requested permission from Shinji to run an errand. Taking a cellular telephone with her, she boarded the train to Tokyo 3, dressed formally and carried her umbrella. Arriving at the NHI building, she stated her floor and appointment with security in the lobby, reviewing the list of visitors, they promptly cleared the young girl and issued her a visitor's badge. Arriving at the corporate law offices, Rei was asked to wait. Puzzled by the nervous attitude of the receptionist, Rei sat and focused on the area around her. Sensing violence, she shot past the receptionist and burst in on the scene in Saku's office. Three large men were systematically punching and kicking Saku. A woman lay in the corner, her mouth bleeding. The men paused at seeing of the young girl. "Help me, Ayanami-san" Saku croaked through split lips. Rei coolly walked up and addressed the men. "Why is he being punished?" "Disobedience to the house of Yamaguchi." "I see," answered Rei, "So he swore an oath to serve your house?" "To protect and defend it?" To serve faithfully until death or release by his master?" The men shrugged. "Get out and you won't be hurt." Saku spoke simply. "I never swore to serve house Yamaguchi, I swear to serve house Ikari under the conditions stated." Rei responded, "Whom do you serve?" "Ikari-sama -" A blow to the stomach cut his words short. The door was kicked shut behind her as one of the men reached for her. He screamed as his hand was severed from his body. The room was in total confusion as a whirlwind ignited. As he produced a pistol, another was decapitated. The one kicking the woman lost a foot and fell to the floor screaming. Saku and his wife exited the room and Rei slammed the door behind them. "Your silence in this matter if you wish to live, your promise to respect women if you wish to walk again." Rei held the severed foot it front of him. "I promise to hold my tongue and to respect women." The assailant choked in pain. Rei swiftly took a linen napkin and applied a tourniquet to the stump of the leg. Addressing the other assailant who was still conscious, she asked the similar questions and received a similar answer. Binding him up she exited the room. "Please get ice and preserve their parts until the ambulance arrives. Direct the air ambulance to the roof, it will be more efficient. I must leave," she hurriedly examined the finger and manipulated his wrist and forearm expertly. Pausing to examine the woman, Rei's face darkened. "Her spleen is ruptured. " she declared. "I cannot leave, and let her die." Rei reached and placed her fingers firmly into the woman's abdomen, who moaned briefly. "I will hold her life. Please hold my umbrella until I am able to reclaim it." Rei refused to relinquish the grip on the patient and rode the helicopter into the Tokyo 3 General Hospital. Addressing the attending physician in sharp tones, while still holding the point, Rei insisted that emergency surgery begin immediately, "I will release when I am certain you can seal off the bleeding. Make your incision 3 centimeters to the right of my fingers," she instructed. "So, you are the healer?" The physician glanced at Saku who nodded. "Place a mask on her face and bring her in with the patient to the O.R." "Doctor, that's a violation of protocol!" a nurse protested. "Protocol be damned, it's against MY protocol to kill a patient!" "The nurses draped the arms and body of Ayanami. Making the incision as requested, the doctor gasped at the damage revealed. "Let me in there, Ok, I have it clamped, release please." The spray of blood that resulted blinded the doctor, frantically wiping at the goggles. Then she realized that the spray had stopped. The scrub nurse quickly swapped goggles and the surgeon looked down to see Rei staring up at her, hand inside, holding the slippery artery closed with her fingers. "Recommendations? Very good, the clamp is holding. Let's use another clamp," she said gently as she clamped off the artery. "Let's try that again; very good. Thank you Healer, I can take it from here." Rei backed out of the operating room into waiting arms of the police. Taking her into custody, she was searched. When the matron found her NERV ID, it caused an up-roar. As she was taken to interrogation, she smiled when she saw Saku standing at the booking desk, still carrying her umbrella. "Please list the charges against my client, so that I may arrange for her defense." Sakura smiled. "Assault with intent to maim, murder, maiming." "Those are fine for the men you removed from my office who assaulted me and almost killed my wife, but why you are charging my physical therapist?" "Something happened." "Undoubtedly. I take it you recovered the weapon or weapons used? You have eyewitness accounts of the act being done? Does the testimony of the victims implicate her? Did she have motive? Was she physically capable of performing the crime? The detective frowned. "This is a hell of a mess." "I personally think a guardian spirit protected my wife when the men began beating her. You notice that the only one that died was holding a firearm. I can honestly say that I saw no weapons produced other than the pistol of the man who lost his head. Ayanami-san was simply there to render healing and assistance. "Saku-san." Saku turned to see his physician. "Your wife is resting, the healer is a true physician. Without her aid your wife would have died. You yourself need treatment," she remarked examining the bruises on his face. " I have a duty to perform, and a life to repay." Saku stated The doors burst open. Misato entered the police station with an armed detachment of NERV personnel. "You will surrender the prisoner Ayanami or we will take her by force!" Misato handed the desk sergeant an executive order signed by the governor. "I need to get my supervisor," he gulped. "You have 5 minutes," Misato snapped, "before we take this building down to get to her!" "Saku-san!" Misato looked surprised. "What are you doing here?" "Representing Ayanami-san," he answered. "The incident that caused her arrest occurred at my office." "I see you are holding her umbrella, " Misato observed. "This means she trusts you very highly." "She asked me to hold it while she saved the life of my wife. I intend to hold it until she reclaims it regardless of how long it may take. I have sworn my service to House Ikari until death or release by Ikari-sama." Telling the detail to stand down, Misato took him to a small room. "Do you realize that Rei will kill you if you are disobedient?" "As would befit a traitor." "You will have to put his wishes above your own, or that of your family. You may lose your job at NHI!" "I already owe his retainer for two lives. It is a fair exchange. " "I am Ayanami Rei's commanding officer. I am also her friend, and a member of the Ikari household. Tell me what you know." Misato suddenly stood up and exclaimed very loudly, "If any asshole has any ideas of listening to this conversation I will put these bullets in his ears!" For emphasis Misato pulled open her side holster, pulled the pistol and chambered a round. "She is a remarkable girl, her knowledge of medicine is amazing. Unfortunately, when she is angered, people die or lose parts of their bodies," he looked at the thin pink line around his right index finger. "Maybe not so unfortunate." He reflected further, remembering the brutal assault. "What did you see?" Misato prompted him. "That's just it, she moved and people were injured or killed. I saw no blade or anything that even resembled a weapon." "Same here," remarked Misato. "I was present when Rei 'moved.' It sure spoiled my dinner!" They exited the small meeting room and the detail snapped to attention. "This is Saku-san, he is counsel and friend to Ayanami-san! Treat him with respect. "SIR!" The detail echoed. "How much time has elapsed?" "Ten minutes, SIR!" "Secure the building! Kill anyone who opposes you!" Saku moved in front of his doctor. A pair of policemen burst through the door carrying Rei. One was on each side. "Detail, stand down!" Misato barked. "Lieutenant, I want a formal list of charges available for her hearing prior to a general court martial no later than noon tomorrow, including witnesses, dates and places and physical evidence. If you have nothing substantial, I expect a formal apology to NERV and Ayanami-san! "Ayanami-san." Rei turned to see Saku holding out her umbrella with both hands. "Thank you." Rei reached out and accepted the umbrella. The detail closed around her as they stepped into waiting military vehicles and drove off. "My car is outside, let's drive back to the hospital and get you fixed up." "Guardian spirit my butt!" remarked the detective as they left. From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 6 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, but other episodes contain strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. There, I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu --- Chapter 6 --- Yamaguchi Yori raged, " I sent you in to rough him up a little and I get this! What happened, Furo?" Cold silence greeted him. Saku has dropped charges against you stating that the guardian spirit has already determined your punishment. This is nonsense. I lost one good man! Who killed him?" More silence. "What happened to your arm? What happened to Teito's foot? The police tell me that you won't speak out of fear. Who do you fear more than me? If you will not talk, I will have nothing more to do with you. I never want to see you again." To his surprise the man simply said "good-bye" and closed his eyes. Stomping down the hall, Yori entered the other man's room. Entering, he was also greeted with stony silence. Making the same threats, he received the same response. "I see that you are resting comfortably," I am Saku-san's personal physician Kiyuri; I am informing you that your expenses and medical care being handled by him personally. May I introduce his physical therapist, Rei?" Teito stared, his eyes wide in terror. Rei spoke softly "I am here to honor my part of the agreement, that you may walk again. I have heard of no disrespect towards women from you since we last spoke. I assisted Saku-san in recovering the full use of his hand. If you wish to recover without assistance, I will withdraw, for I will not approach you as healer without permission." "She doubled the speed of Saku's recovery," the physician offered. "She can control pain without drugs." "Please help me," the man grimaced. "It hurts me continuously." Rei and the doctor, rolled him on his side." I am going to be very near your genitalia," Rei explained, Please be advised that is necessary." The man nodded. Rei's fingers operated the nerves and pressure points in the calf area, lower and upper thigh regions. Then Kiyuri stared almost in disbelief as the angry purple of the foot appeared to fade and be replaced by the red of increased blood flow. "Oh!" he sighed as he felt the pain subside. He immediately started to go to sleep. "Will you call Furo-san and recommend my services?" Rei asked. "I have the same commitment to him." "He suddenly sat up. "Thank you Ayanami-san, "I will do as you request." Dialing the room, he spoke briefly and hung up, overcome with relief, he fell asleep in seconds. Furo nodded as the pair entered. "Teito tells me you're good with the hands." He nodded to Rei. "He also said that I should treat you nice and watch what I say around girls." Please, Healer-san and Kiyur-sensei will you help me too?" Rei examined the attached limb. Manipulating the points around his collar bone and chest, Rei motioned to the doctor, "One of the primary arteries is partially blocked," I can ease the pain but his recovery will be long and difficult unless we clear it." Furo-san, if you wish to regain full mobility of the arm, the healer recommends that I must operate immediately." "Go ahead, Teito wouldn't steer me wrong." "Rei, I need your guidance." As they headed towards operating room, the chief of surgery fell in with her. "May I scrub in with you, Kiyuri-sensei?" he asked. "Please," she replied. " This is Rei, therapist and diagnostician, she is going to guide me." We are looking to restore blood flow from the radius artery to the re-attached right forearm." Scrubbed and suited, Rei requested a local anesthetic. "This is foolish!" the chief of surgery Goroni announced. A hand grabbed him from the table, "You watch what you say around the ladies, if you won't help, get out!" "Please Furo-san, he is only concerned with what he thinks is best." Furo released the startled Goroni who had to retreat and re-scrub. "If you won't do it the Healer's way, I am leaving!" "Higher nerve functions must be active for me to chart blood flow," Rei explained. "Very well, local it is. " This will sting." Furo grimaced at the burning as the anesthetic was administered. "Now expose the artery at the attachment point 5 centimeters to the left of the centerline," Rei ordered. In 15 minutes the surgeon had the pulsing vessel exposed. "Clamp, cut and examine the old suture." "Got the blockage! Let's get this piece of plumbing re-attached!" The surgeon skillfully joined the clean halves back together. Releasing the artery, "Small leak here," she stitched another piece of silk. "Looks good here! Furo-san how are you feeling?" " Hey, I'm ok." "Rei, how did I do?" Rei applied pressure to the upper arm nerves and watched the flesh gradually redden over an hour with increase flow." "Looks pretty good, let's check other nerve function." Rei's face fell. "Furo, we need to fix something else." "Hey, no problem. " The surgeon looked surprised, as did Goroni. Rei stepped back and motioned for a conference. "The bastard that operated didn't re-attach the median nerve, she whispered." I can make a good guess where the ends are, but if we can't find them, he may have an unusable arm. We will need a micro-surgeon when we locate them." "Furo-san?" "Hey!" he answered, "I want you to drum the fingers of your right hand." I know it isn't working yet, but do it like it is." Rei suggested. "No problem." Rei felt gently around the arm as Furo performed many tasks with his phantom hand. Suddenly she stopped. The nerve is a full two centimeters to the right of the classic location. No wonder they missed it" She announced, "Get the micro-surgeon in here!" "Furo, we are going to give you another shot." You will be drumming for real when we are done," the surgeon reassured him. As the surgeon laid open the indicated area, Rei pointed the ends out to the microsurgery specialist who skillfully re-attached them under a microscope. As the specialist re-joined the large nerve, Kiyuri closed the initial incision under Rei's watchful eye. Done! The specialist announced. "Thank you, I'll close," replied Kiyuri. "Furo! we're done now." Furo had been on the table for almost 4 hours. "I heard I'm going to pitch again!" He replied. "Man that smarts, but it's a good hurt!" He grinned. "Ayanami-san will you accompany me on rounds in a few hours?" Goroni remarked. "I am going to get a few winks in the lounge if you'll excuse me," yawned Kiyuri. "I would like that, but I need to check in with central. May I use your helicopter-pad if I need to leave?" Goroni nodded as Rei checked in on her cellular phone and updated her whereabouts. "May I treat you to breakfast?" --- "A traditionalist!" he remarked, as Rei consumed rice, Miso soup, raw egg, baked seaweed loaf, and a small serving of baked fish. "I can cook too!" Rei smiled. "And do so when my master's concubine is out!" Goroni repeated, "when your master's concubine?" "Never mind, where did you learn your skills?" "Let's see, human sexuality from the NERV medical library and medical personnel; anatomy and control from the palace guard and master swordsman; and massage, focus and healing from the Geisha Miyako." Goroni suddenly fell silent, deciding to pursue a less intrusive conversation. "The small scar on your temple, I take it you ran into a cabinet or had an auto accident?" "No, I got shot by an assassin." Goroni decided to direct the conversation more towards a professional level. "I noticed you can steer the blood in the body by use of pressure points, where did you learn that?" "Well, when a Geisha is dealing with a marginal client in an erotic situation, the technique was first developed to divert flow to the pelvis to enhance a client's erection. I learned the pressure points and developed a few of my own, modifying the technique to enhance blood flow to any organ or body extremity." "I see, have you published your findings?" "No, because they are derived from the Geisha, they are considered trade secrets." "How about your diagnostic skills?" "The ability to detect very small vibrations is latent in most people and I was trained as a bodyguard to respond to very small vibrations. For example, the end of the median nerve excited a muscle fiber and I was able to feel it." "You're very at home in the operating room, I am surprised at how well you handle blood." "Unfortunately I have been present at more than one violent death and been injured severely myself several times. I was present when Furo was injured." "Ah, your patient; you must have treated him initially, no wonder he trusted you so completely!" "Yes, I put the tourniquet on his arm stump and had the limb packed in ice." I also helped save a patient with a ruptured spleen." "Yes, Saku-san's wife. I saw that little episode on videotape. Remarkable how you clamped that bleeding artery with your fingers!" "I maintain my dexterity by playing the violin," Rei admitted. "I am sorry about the episode with the bleeder, I overreached my territory." "Nonsense, you were being directed by the surgeon, I simply saw a technician performing as trained, fortunately your hands had been drenched with antiseptics, and your reaching into the operating field had no ill effects. Are you ready?" Rei nodded. The odd pair made their way around the floor dogged by the residents. The young girl, who was treated as an equal by the domineering Goroni puzzled them, as over and over he agreed with her on the diagnosis. Her badge described her as physical therapist, but several patients referred to her as "The Healer." "This patient has a mild form of diabetes which has not been treated, producing colitis, now going ulcerative." Rei declared. "Treatment? " "Fasting for one day, start on a pancreatic stimulant medication if necessary and adjust diet to restrict sugar intake. I can quiet the bowels, and allow them to rest, but the patient must fast everything except water, if I do so. Goroni inquired from the patient and then nodded. Then Rei placed the tips of her fingers at the solar plexus and applied pressure at the Vegas nerve. The patient who had been clutching at her lower abdomen smiled as the pain left her. Now, I want you to understand! Your healer has spoken! Water only until tomorrow! I don't care if someone sneaks you food or you get a tray from the kitchen by mistake! I'll order your stomach pumped if I find out!" Goroni smiled at the patient. Taking her to one side he spoke, "I suspected something like this from the elevated glucose levels in the blood. How did you arrive at the diagnosis?" "I smelled it." Rei stopped at the next bed with Goroni and motioned the others to stay back. "Yamaguchi-san" Rei spoke. "Ayanami-san." The attendant from the ceremony who presented her the sword spoke weakly. "I fell ill and simply get weaker every day." "You had a disagreement with the others of the Yamaguchi family." Rei declared. "May I examine you?" The man nodded weakly as Rei methodically palpitated his body and sniffed his breath, perspiration, and urine. Applying pressure to certain pressure points, she realized that there was no change in the flow of blood. "I am sorry, you are beyond my art, but I may be able to garner resources to save and possibly restore you." "Please tell me what you know." "You have been poisoned. The poison is a nerve poison, most probably fugu." "You have been ingesting it in picograms over a period of weeks to produce this effect." Rei paused for Goroni to object or comment. "Fugu? There are some experimental treatments with mixed success if diagnosed very quickly. But for this we have no treatment, We haven't even been able to arrive at a diagnosis until now!" Goroni was shaken. Rei continued. "I believe that the NERV medical facility may have a counter-agent, I believe that it would be in their interests to treat the acting president of their chief contractor. Will you accept treatment there?" "Yes, I don't want those who did this to get the best of me!" "Who is his physician?" "I am," declared Goroni. "Are you willing to accompany me and work out a treatment plan for your patient with NERV?" "Of course, when do we leave?" Rei activated her cellular phone and dialed up the commander directly. In short concise sentences, she explained the situation and made her recommendations. Closing the connection she announced. "Ten minutes. Let's get him on a stretcher!" Boro Yamaguchi was resting in the infirmary on dialysis and being infused with anti-toxin when Rei came to see him. Rei checked the pressure points for his extremities and noticed some response. "I see the treatment has already improved your health." "What's the prognosis?" Rei looked at little sad, " I am not a physician, but you will most likely suffer permanent numbness in your feet and toes, but you should be able to walk with the aid of a cane. For a gentleman such as yourself, this will only add to your charm," Rei smiled. "You have delivered bad news with remarkable skill and grace, and I am pleased you have sweetened the bitterness." He smiled back. "But pleasantries aside; I want you to discover and execute the dogs who did this to me! I have seen your skill with the sword, you are a true warrior, you bear the honor of my family in your sword." Rei shook her head. " I consider you very honorable, but you are not my master," "House Yamaguchi has few remaining members with honor, you may wish to ally yourself with those who are healing you, and not trying to kill you! I have already enlisted several of your associates in the service of my master." "Please do not dwell on anger and revenge, it disrupts the healing process; rather be grateful that you have already won a major battle against your enemies simply by being alive. "I have someone in mind, who might be able to assist you without implicating my house, I will be back later. Besides, I am late for school!" Furo squeezed a rubber ball and rotated his hand to stretch and strengthen the arm. Teito was walking gingerly between the parallel bars. "Does it hurt?" Furo asked. "Not really," it sometimes doesn't want to move right. Ayanami-san said that that is normal, I just need to learn how to move it again." "Hello gentlemen. I am early for my therapy, but you might be able to help me." Furo looked at the elderly gentleman who entered into the room. He steadied himself with a magnificent gold and ebony cane. Furo bowed, "Hey, if you want to, go ahead. I'll rest a bit, Sir." "Thank you for your kind offer, where did you learn your manners?" Boro asked. "Well, sir, the Healer sort of insisted, said that it was part of her fee." "Actually, I'm here to talk business. I understand through my legal department that you two were injured on company property, and then dismissed." "Huh? What did he say, Teito?" "He said that Yori shafted you!" was the reply. "Yeah." "I need a pair of men to work for me, you came highly recommended by a certain party who is good with her hands." "I don't follow." Teito was fuming. "May I talk? My associate is not as versed in the nuances of vocabulary as I am." "Please, I will trust the translation to you at a later time." Boro looked amused. Teito began with a deep bow, " It is good to make your acquaintance, kind sir, I am Teito. This is Furo-san." Boro returned the bow, a little less deep, leaning on his cane. " I am honored to make your acquaintance Teito-san, Furo-san." I am Yamaguchi Boro." "Yikes! Furo exclaimed. "It's the big boss!" Teito replied, "We were dismissed from your service because we refused to betray a trust." Furo added, "We wanted to live, too!" "Shut up Furo!" both men spoke together. "Your actions that lead up to your injuries and dismissal were neither ordered nor approved of by myself," but were ordered by Yori, who tried to muscle his father's other heirs out of their share of the estate. The lawyer refused to go along, which is why you were ordered to beat him up. I too, got in his way, but survived, thanks to some handiwork." "Nice pun, Boro-san," Teito grinned. Furo looked around wondering what he had missed. "Would you like to work for the big boss?" Furo, who had been quiet for a while spoke. "We won't hurt women or kids, or old people. We won't carry a gun, we won't do anything to a guy named Iraki or anyone in his family, that means Saku-san, too." "That's Ikari." Boro corrected. "Yeah, him too!" Furo exclaimed. "Agreed, Furo-san, Teito-san," Boro replied. "Now here are my conditions. I need strong men to assist me in my weakened condition, this includes dressing, bathing, physical therapy, travel, attending sporting events, and as bodyguard. Each of you will consider yourself completely in my service. You must ask and receive permission to leave me alone, with another party as a witness. My staff will polish your conduct and your manners. You will be paid well, so you won't be tempted by bribes. I am interviewing other candidates, you will be asked for your opinion on their trustworthiness." "You will not frequent hostess bars, gaming establishments, whorehouses, or establishments where disease, alcohol, and drugs are present; unless you accompany me to one for a business meeting. You will keep yourselves in top physical and mental condition. You will begin to study art, literature, history and the classics. At first you will have only four hours off a day, staggered at irregular intervals, you will sleep at my residence, you may be required to shop and cook as well. You will accompany me everywhere, as more men become available, you will have the opportunity to meet wives and become family men." "Wives?" Teito said. "Family men? "Furo echoed "What? You don't like women?" Boro smiled. "Sure, I like women." "Now explain how you are going to have wonderful, passionate sex with a nice pretty girl from a good family other than by being her husband?" Teito stared and then blushed. Furo looked confused. "You will become gentlemen, you will think it, live it, and help restore honor to the Yamaguchi name." "Sounds good." Furo exclaimed, I'll do it!" "I accept your terms." Teito replied. "When do we begin?" "Immediately, your first task is to complete your physical therapy." "Yes, sir!" Here is a men's shop I want you to go to, present this letter. They will see that you are attired appropriately. I want you to follow their recommendations as to what to buy. You will also need luggage and toiletries. I have also rented a room for you a few blocks from here so you may have easier access to the hospital. I will also be seeing you there. It is also a place for you to learn the basics." --- "Boro-san!" "Yes, Teito-san?" he answered. "The Healer is here." "Thank you, please show her in." Rei entered the small one room apartment. She had them lay out the bedrolls and had Boro to lie down, facing up. "Hmm," she remarked as her delicate fingers played across his limbs, "are you having any tingling or burning sensations?" "Yes, it is like having a foot that fell asleep begin to waken." Rei nodded, "That is good." Your nerves are recovering." Rei manipulated the pressure points to Boro's feet and watched them begin to go from pale to pink. "This is better than I hoped." She smiled. You may make a full recovery. " "Furo discovered the poison." Boro observed. "It was in my toothpaste. He wouldn't let me brush my teeth with anything but a new tube just purchased, and a new brush. I couldn't even use a lip balm or a breath spray. So I sent everything out to be tested, even cologne. I regret I cannot offer you a cup of tea, Furo made me clean out the cupboards, shopping and preparation is done on a meal by meal basis, using ingredients purchased randomly from differing stores. My favorites are not chosen at all, unless by accident." "Teito, disrobe and lay face down." He obeyed stripping off his suit, carefully folding the clothes and lay down as directed. "How is your therapy progressing?" "Walking without a cane." Rei took a needle wheel and checked the reflexes and feeling in the foot. "Ow!" Rei looked amused. "I want you slow running by next week, fast running in two, and sprinting in three!" "Yes Ma'am!" Furo was already lying down. Rei examined the arm and hand, regarding the now healthy limb. "Does it hurt?" Furo shook his head." Is there any stiffness or swelling?" "No." "You have done very well." You are completely recovered, Furo." "Hey, I couldn't have done it without you." "This is just a suggestion. I want you to build up the other arm to match this one, without neglecting this one!" "Ayanami-san?" "Yes, Teito?" "There is a packet of green tea in my coat pocket, I picked it up at the Ramen shop. I would be happy to serve you." "They don't sell loose tea!" " I offered the same money as for the brewed, so they measured it out, wrapped it in rice paper and sold it," Teito smiled. "Thank you, for your gracious hospitality, but I must be going." Rei bowed. The trio bowed back. Rei went to the door, slipped on her shoes and disappeared. "Tea sounds excellent." Remarked Furo. "Excellent?" The two looked at Furo. "I am supposed to be studying aren't I?" he added. Teito shrugged and headed for the kettle. --- Teito drove early into the NHI towers in a small compact sedan, he drove it directly into a freight elevator and killed the engine. He entered a code and the elevator proceeded to climb. He unzipped and stowed the fake interior and helped Boro out of the vehicle. Arriving at the restricted twentieth floor, he opened the conference room and pushed the vehicle into it re-securing the door. Furo arrived later in the limousine, he put the lifelike dummy into the wheelchair and entered the private elevator. The staff was already present as the figure was wheeled into the office. Emerging a few moments later leaning on his cane, Boro reviewed the day's schedule with his staff. Lunch today was out of a lunchbox concealed in the wheelchair. Sometimes he ate microwave ramen in an employee break room. Often he would choose an employee at random to order him lunch. Handing them a small and a large denomination note he would say. "The small is for the lunch, the large for your time and silence." He gave a code word with which to deliver it. He never objected to what was delivered. He had pizza one day, fish and chips another, and sushi another. Frequenting the employee cafeteria, he allowed no substitutions over standard fare. Some poorly prepared dishes earned the wrath of the company president, and not surprisingly, soon afterwards, the NHI towers cafeteria became a rather popular place to eat. Boro's afternoon tea was somewhat different. It was always served to him in the legal office in Saku's office with a custom blue tea set. A warning sign describing a guardian spirit hung on the door. Some people had refused to enter it, after being told in whispers what had happened there. Furo and Teito announced themselves as "intending no harm" prior to entering. A lady designated as "the lady of tea" was there to see to their refreshment and comfort. Leaving NKI towers was an elaborate ruse, sometimes they did not leave at all, but laid out their beds in the private office, while one would drive the limousine to the apartment and take a train back. Rakan bowed to Rei as she entered the house. Your master's kindness in freeing me to help take care of the wounded is much appreciated." She remarked. " My master is well?" Rakan nodded, "The Emperor was not happy when he heard about the attempt on the Royal Calligrapher. In addition, he has not yet rescinded the order concerning Ikari-san's protection from the night he met him. The news about the new 'Healer' has reached even the palace. There are inquiries being made at Tokyo General concerning securing your services. Goroni is being quiet until he receives your permission to grant any interviews." Boro presided at a small ceremony at his former home. Addressing the groundskeepers and servants he spoke sternly. "The new master is the heir as was written in his will and witnessed by me. The young lady who owns the sword was his second. The sword of Yamaguchi will still be present in this house. Many of you have served House Yamaguchi all of your lives. If you agree to continue service here, and honor your master's will and serve the heir, so much the better. If Yori has poisoned your minds, I will not hold it against you. You may request severance pay, which is one month's pay for every year worked. I will give you a recommendation to your next employer, saying that your unemployment was due to the passing of your previous employer. Those who seek to remain, but have their minds bent on murder, will earn the wrath of the guardian spirit of House Ikari. You may asked either of the two men with me about its power. The Geisha will be here, his Highness, and many of high office. Remember your manners. Here is a small warning. The heir is to be treated as a man. You may address him as 'Ikari-san'. He is a warrior, Geisha client, and holds a Royal appointment. His youth is irrelevant! Only those sworn to his service may address him as 'sama'. You will begin coming to work traditionally attired. A expense allowance for this purpose will be presented to each who pass the interview. As each person was ushered into the teahouse, two charming ladies greeted them, served them refreshments and reviewed their duties and qualifications. Miyako and Misato then passed them to Rei who examined them physically and asked some rather simple questions, noting any unusual physiological responses. Rakan, Saku, and Shinji basically rubber-stamped, the recommendations of the ladies, although they asked unrelated questions such as would be asked in a formal interview. They were either presented with a severance check or expense check, depending on how the interview went. Only three were dismissed, a cook, a former valet, and a groundskeeper. Each received the promised severance pay and letter of recommendation from Boro. Shinji and the others walked the grounds and admired the magnificent grounds and gardens of the estate. The flowers and shrubs of the gardens, the gravel walks, and the still water brought a calm reassurance to the group. There was a small guesthouse separate from the main house, a sheltered entertainment area, and servants quarters. Aiko took over a small room near the art gallery as the new studio. She moved her clothing and personal articles into a small room with a bedroll and a small desk in it. She slept with Shinji unless he requested that he be left alone. Aiko was not a demanding lover, but was always eager to please. Her prize prints were hung in the art gallery. One of Shinji's first tasks was to decorate the walls of the teahouse with his calligraphy. Asuka sat quietly in the room while Shinji worked. "I have been to the gallery, I have seen your work, but I just don't understand it." Asuka complained. "I can speak Japanese but I have no idea what most of these characters mean." "I can explain the meaning of the characters, and the thought that went in creating them, but the interpretation of the work is left up to the individual." Shinji replied. "I know that, but could you put in some kana helps so that I could understand them?" Shinji's first reaction was to throw down the brush and yell at anyone offering so stupid a suggestion. But he choked back his objection, mostly because of the character he was drawing. "Harmony." Completing the character, he wrapped his brush, covered the ink and sat next to Asuka, and pondered the suggestion further. "I guess that children will be here too", Shinji replied finally. "Its stupid that they would have to wait to learn the character to learn the idea. So let's see what happens. Thank you, Asuka, it's nice to get a challenge every once in a while." Going back to the previous characters, Shinji studied the work. After practicing a few strokes on the paper protecting the floor with a fine delicate brush, he placed the small diminutive characters next to the bolder massive ones. As the papered woodwork in the room produced about three hundred surfaces, Shinji worked several days on the project, as school was out for a short break, he devoted himself fully to the task, sometimes refusing to take meals. Resting after finishing another column, Asuka interrupted his thoughts with a cup of tea and a pack of rice cakes. "Trader card inside!" The wrapper promised. Drinking the tea and enjoying the light snack the cakes provided, the young man peered at the card. "Pirate Traders!" Shinji looked at the holographic image of the mother ship of the space-based cartoon. "Not many holos in the series. Only about 1 percent out of the total cards issued. I bet this one is a keeper!" He thought. "Hey, Asuka! Do you collect these? "No, but Eric does, say is that the mother ship? Oh, wow! The holo card. Everyone is looking for this one!" I bet he would kiss me in front of his mother for it! Say may I have it? Thank you!" Asuka gleefully ran back to the house and put the card in a protective sleeve. Shinji sat amused at what Asuka was planning. "Bribery; pure and simple," he thought looking at the collection list included in the wrapper. Suddenly he looked at the package, at the panels, and back at the package. "This is definitely not in my realm of experience," said the agent when he looked at the walls of the teahouse. "You want to turn a teahouse into a pack of trading cards. I must say that this is a radical departure from your standard procedure." "The 'Tears of the Geisha' was originally intended to be a set that a well to do family, or business, or village could buy, but became a exclusive collector's item in spite of my wishes. If I can distribute my work in packs of candy or rice cakes as premiums, then everyone might have a chance to enjoy my work. Yes, I realize that many will go into the trash. That's not my loss, but theirs. They will have paid for it. His Excellency will receive the complete set of signed cards including all specials and rares in a signed box." "So how many cards will there be?" "Three hundred twenty three. I would suggest four different releases." Misato was not very interested. "This is not a good business decision. It will cheapen your work." "What goes on the reverse side?" "How about a picture of the teahouse?" Asuka suggested. Misato stared. "If I can't interest a company, you might have to finance this yourself." --- "The Yamada bakery has agreed to enclose your cards in their product, but the first hundred thousand will be furnished free of charge." The representative was apologetic. Shinji looked at Misato and shook his head. "No, I will not give away my work! I suggest a compromise," Shinji said. "You obviously don't want to pay for advertising that doesn't sell. If demand requires a second run, I receive payment for the first cards, thereafter; I receive payment for the cards as they are delivered to the bakery. At the end of your last run, unless it is the only one, I also receive final payment for all cards." The representative paused and then accepted. Aiko spoke. " I am a chef," holding out her fugu preparation license. May I discuss the recipe with your bakers? The next item, may I discuss with your art department the design of the wrapper?" --- Shoju stopped by the local grocery near his apartment. After tasting and being surrounded by rich food all day, what he wanted now was a cup of tea and a light meal. The lady was stocking the snack shelf. Drawn to the intriguing but somewhat familiar wrapper of a rice cake, he examined the package. "Teahouse rice cakes," "Calligrapher's work inside." Buying a few, he went home. His wife had already brewed the tea, and was waiting for him. Knowing his habits, she prepared a light supper for them, and they sat, ate and talked. "Here, these are new,' he remarked handing her a package. Unwrapping the crisp snack, she took a bite. "Say, these are delicious!" "It's a rice cake! There isn't much to it." "Try yours!" She replied finishing hers. Puzzled, Shoju unwrapped his portion. A card fell out. He put the wrapper down and examined the image. "Focus" the card read in its elegant script. He chuckled at the little phonetic characters that accompanied the bold main character. Turning the card over, He was impressed by the beauty of the elegant teahouse on the reverse side. Almost absent-mindedly, he munched the rice cake and stopped. "See I told you." She smiled at him. "Oh, do I have a card too? She fished inside the wrapper. "'Companionship'. Say, may I have yours? These are good enough to frame." Noaki asked. "Who is the artist?" "It's not signed. Check the wrapper." It read, "A limited number of signed stamped cards will be released at a future date." "It doesn't say," he said. "You may have it," passing her the other card. Shinji, Rei and Asuka were back in school again. The simple school uniforms, the teacher's lectures, were familiar, reassuring, but just plain awful. At a lunch break Asuka went up to Eric who greeted her quite formally. Dangling the card in front of the amazed boy, she teased him. "Give me a kiss and I'll let you hold it." Give me a date and I'll let you keep it." "But my parents." he replied sadly. "There is that night again. If they insist on that line after today, I'll quit bothering you. They can arrange your mate for you. I usually agree that passion usually blinds a person as to the best match, which is why such things are usually best up to the parents." She handed him a letter. In amazement he looked at the royal seal in the corner and the names of his parents on the front. "What's in here?" He asked. "I am not sure. But I think it is a personal testimony from his Highness and a promise to have one of his nephews begin dating me, if they're not interested." Eric left the letter with the regular mail. His mother was amazed at first to see it, and then thought it some sort of practical joke. Calling the main palace switchboard listed in the directory, she asked for the secretary, and inquired about the letter. "Yes, we have a copy on file," the secretary said. "As we receive thousands of letters each day, would you please enter the code word listed in your letter on the front of the reply envelope, so that his Excellency might receive it?" Eric's father was puzzled and summoned his son. "Why would the Emperor want such a girl for an in-law?" Eric answered the questions as best he could. "She was raised in Germany, pilots an EVA, is living with Shinji and Rei in a house. She has the same guardian as Rei and Shinji. She can cook, sing, play the viola, and has good manners. She has a strong personality, but knows how to control it. Another thing, I remember her commenting one day about the traditional lifestyle she lives at home." "What about her parents?" "Her mother is dead. Her father and stepmother still live in Germany. She considers her teammates her real family." "We are going to meet this family." His father replied. He then left to set up a meeting. From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 7 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But other episodes contain strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. Descriptions of killing and dismemberment are also present in this chapter. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu ----------------- Chapter 7 The train ride into the country was uneventful. But then seemed to be some sort of mix-up. The only house was a grand estate and a stone and iron gate. Pressing the intercom button, Eric asked for directions to the Ikari residence. "We have been expecting you." The voice announced. A gatekeeper appeared, unlocked the gate and ushered them inside. Handing them off to a young woman, he re-secured the gate and disappeared. The young woman, elegantly dressed, escorted them though the garden to a small house apart from the main estate. "I am Aiko, your hostess. First, may I offer you refreshment after your journey?" She removed her clogs and donned a pair of silk slippers and motioned the small band to do the same. "There is a western-style bathroom and toilet to your right; I will be in the center room. Should you wish a Japanese style bath, I will be glad to attend you." They shook their heads, a little overwhelmed by the elegance and charm of the little house. Shortly thereafter, Aiko served water to Rolf Gerhard, coffee to his wife Sonja and juice to Eric. A small quantity of pastries was accepted. Rolf commented to Sonja in German. "It's a lovely house, I wonder where everyone is?" "This is the guest house." Aiko replied also in German. The master wished you to relax and become familiar with the surroundings. I am also to direct you through the tea ceremony, and to acquaint you with the protocols of the house." Lapsing back into Japanese she continued. "It is very important that the family members be treated with respect. You may address all persons on the estate as '-san'. Do not use the child's '-chan' or formal '-sama', even if you hear others doing it." "Tea ceremony?" Sonja interjected. "I have only read about it." Don't be alarmed, it is a formal method of meeting, of declaring a non-hostile intent. Weapons are forbidden in the teahouse. So if you are armed with anything other than a penknife, I suggest you leave it outside the teahouse before entering. Nothing you leave outside will be held against you, it is the tradition of the ceremony. The ceremony is almost two hours long, I suggest you change into traditional clothing, although it is not required, that you might be more comfortable." Sonja accepted the offer and was amazed at the colors and patterns of kimonos offered. She accepted a green gingko pattern with gold thread, the yellow belt a nice contrast. Aiko applied the finishing touches. "Anyone else?" Eric spoke. "Anything in blue?" She laid out a baggy pair of navy blue pleated hakama and a top with light gray on blue print. Eric dressed quickly, and then Aiko corrected the minor flaws. Finally Rolf gave in. "I like grays," he announced. A print of a mountain face soon had him suitably attired. "I had forgotten how good silk feels, and how lovely your mother is in a kimono!" Rolf reflected. "Are you ready?" Aiko struck a bell at the entrance. The party made its way up the path to the teahouse. Once inside, Sonja stared in amazement at the calligraphy covering the walls. Eric smiled at the helps. Rolf read the helps so that he could understand the characters. "I recognize the work!" Sonja exclaimed. "Tea House rice cakes!" Wait, I have a card. Glancing at the front she froze. "This is the building." "Yes," said Aiko. "Please hold your questions until after the ceremony. My master is here." The party entered the traditional way on their knees. After a series of formal introductions, the ceremony began. Aiko's low speech directing the actions of the guests and the actions to be performed were more in the style of a narrative than a lesson, and made the Gerhards feel more at ease in the traditional setting. After the ceremony, Sonja felt ready to explode with questions. Motioning Aiko to one side, she exclaimed, This is a treasure house! Each frame is worth a considerable sum, and there are hundreds of frames here! I cannot fathom how your family can afford it! "The artist is part of the family." His formal title is 'He who walks with giants.'" Sonja was stunned. "The Royal calligrapher?" She went on to the next topic. "The tea set! For twelve! The iridescent glaze is simply breathtaking!" Don't tell me that a potter lives here too. Aiko shook her head. "That is the personal property of Ayanami Rei." "Why do you call Shinji '-sama'?" "He is the defender of the human race, the warrior, the master of samurai, the heir to Yamaguchi, son of Ikari Gendon, Geisha sponsor, and Royal calligrapher." Aiko spoke quietly. "Why he is just a boy!" Aiko's face darkened and she spoke lowly and almost threatening. "He is a man! He feeds, clothes, shelters and protects his family." There are many powerful people sworn to his service." "Did you not hear me?" Sonja realized that what she had dismissed as prattling, were a series of profound revelations. "I am terribly sorry," Sonja bowed deeply. "Please forgive me." "Done. But had you spoken in such a way outside the teahouse to the blue-haired girl, you might not have a tongue. Please guard your speech carefully when it comes to the master or things concerning honor." "I will do so." Rolf had made his way around the room and stopped at the two ladies. "Judging by your education, manners and charm, you are Geisha." he announced. "Yes." she admitted. Sonja blanched. Swiftly spiriting him away, she filled him in on a few things. "Remember the palace broadcast?" The young man is the sponsor!" she whispered in his ear. "The boy?" "Don't you dare refer to him that way!" Sonja retorted. He is the artist." Rolf's eyes widened. "Please," an attendant announced. "Dinner is served." "You may ask for either cuisine; German or Japanese. Preparations have been made." Sonja asked for Japanese, Rolf asked for German, Eric also asked for German. Shinji and Asuka too, asked for German. Rei and the others went for the Japanese dishes. Placing the knives and forks at the appropriate places, the courses were served. The conversation was generally brief, as most of the diners were very hungry. The German meal consisted of cabbage soup made with beef broth, sauerbraten and potato dumplings, potato bread with butter, spatzel and green beans. A fresh apple and cheese salad was served and the meal finished with German style pastries. A stein of beer was served next to Rolf, and permission was received before setting a smaller stein before Eric. Fish and noodle soup, sushi, a tofu curry with daikon, dofu, mango and orange salad was the menu for the other diners. "Bravo, Aiko-san!" Shinji announced. Aiko shrugged. "Don't look at me!" "Misato-san!" She looked blankly at him. "Rei-san?" Rei shook her head, her mouth full of noodles. "All right, who did it?" Shinji looked puzzled. "Asuka-san!" Eric almost shouted at the blushing girl. "How? I mean you were at the ceremony with the rest of us?" "The sushi was prepared just prior to the ceremony, the other dishes were just slightly undercooked. Simply heating them up according to directions assured that they were the correct consistency and flavor. I dipped the apples in lemon juice to assure that they did not discolor and refrigerated the cold dishes tightly wrapped to make sure the flavors did not mix between the sushi and the salads. The staff followed the final preparation and serving of the meal perfectly." Asuka smiled at the servants who bowed back. Rolf looked longingly at the now empty plate, Asuka noticed and signaled an attendant. Whispering to him the attendant asked if he wanted seconds. "A few more of the dumplings. And another slice of that wonderful bread." "My, it's late!" Rolf started. We really should be getting home. "Why not spend the night." Rei suggested. "Eric may sleep in one of the spare rooms in the main house, and you may make your marriage bed in the guest house. You don't have to be at work tomorrow, it's Sunday. Our servants are available at any hour should you require anything. Simply pick up the handset next to the bed." Rolf stared at the almost eerie way the young girl had anticipated his desires, and then suggested them in such a way that it would be discourteous to refuse. Glancing at Sonja, he watched her cheeks blush and felt his body stir. "That is most kind. I must accept your unexpected and generous offer." It is late, it's time for our guests to retire! Misato announced. "Yes, Ma'am", the three echoed. "Aiko-san, would you escort our guests to their quarters and get them comfortable while I show Eric to his room?" Rolf was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Aiko was with Sonja in the bedroom. "Next to the bed in the nightstand are small towels to use to prevent soiling of garments or bedclothes with your bodily fluids, Aiko suggested. You may embrace while wearing the garments; the sensation of silk against the skin often heightens sensation. If you want an article of lingerie or clothing, simply ask. I will not think you strange or perverted to ask for camisoles, stockings, corsets, or special underwear. Should you require a sexual lubricant, there are a number of popular brands in the upper drawer. Please rest when you are tired. Sonja bowed deeply, "Thank you for everything. I will make sure that he enjoys himself fully." Aiko withdrew and closed the door behind her. Monday, Eric grinned at Asuka, "How about a kiss?" he puckered. Asuka planted a big one on his lips. "Now you have to marry me!" he challenged. "Settle for holding the card until our date?" she countered. Yamada bakeries president Riku was alarmed at the report of his production manager. "We are simply not able to meet the demand. We have subcontracted production to two other bakeries; we are now on a 24/7 shift. We even pulled a production line out of mothballs and still we fall further behind. We are an estimated 2 weeks behind demand and falling more behind every day. Wholesale and retail prices have been dictated by our contract with Ikari. He has very good legal counsel and would probably hand us our heads should we break it, so we can't limit our demand by raising our prices. I suggest then that you cancel the advertising campaign. The collector cards are being delivered three times a day to our bakery and every day to our subcontractors." "Call the Nihon Bakery, have Ikari's counsel meet us there if he wants to talk. "But that bastard screwed us the last time." " Maybe he'll pull his old stunts and Ikari will take him down for us!" "Sorry, I won't do business with you." Tonga said to the representative of Nihon Bakeries. "Your client honors a contract only as long as it is in his own interest. Your reputation is littered with the bones of small companies you refused to pay, or refused to deliver promised goods. You don't treat your employees well either! Good day!" Tonga made a call when he was back at his office. Remembering Aiko's involvement in NHI, he decided to make a call to Saku. "I have a prospective client for your company. Yamada bakeries needs a bakery built in days. Their backorder alone will pay for the job plus turn them a profit. Call Riku and ask for the preliminary spec." Boro called engineering. I want a design for a mass-produced bakery, complete with shipping dock, and bulk storage, I want it this afternoon. Boro hammered out the details between the spec, the engineers and some of the veteran workers at the bakery. "How much bread have you shipped?" Boro snapped at one of the engineers when a disagreement arose about type of control regulating the oven temperature. If they say it's not suitable, then it's not! These men are artists with food as you are with materials and energy! I want you both to respect the other!" The issue was resolved when the chief production lineman described the best way to regulate the temperature; the engineer selected a matching control to accomplish the task. Materials, ordering, shipping, co-ordination, site prep, and training were dealt with. Boro felt strangely energetic. This was fun, exciting, rewarding. Saku was working nights getting the agreements between subcontractors finalized. His wife brought him dinner. Boro also took a gamble, unknown to his associates. He contracted to buy materials sufficient to build 5 bakeries, plus the option to buy 5 more. Boro put out the call for skilled craftsmen. Some came up out of the NERV underground, others from auto plants. The engineers split the assembly into different areas and assigned teams to each area. The first bakery was operational in 9 days. The second was operational within 5 days of the contract signing. The third within 3 days, the fourth also within 3 days, the fifth also after 3 days. Riku raided the Nihon bakeries' labor pool by ruthlessly offering higher wages, a traditional agreement about employment, and company paid marriages and honeymoons. The subcontractors he left alone. "I am sorry." he said to interested workers, "but I won't hire from my partners. Come and see me when the contract is over if you are still interested." Riku now had set up bakeries on every major island in Japan. The advertising campaign started and the market blew its top. Every sandwich shop, Ramen house, even sushi bar served the rice cakes. Nippon Airlines served them as snacks on all flights. Company dining rooms such as NHI towers offered them. Major hotels offered them instead of mints on the pillows. They were even being shipped internationally. A major craze had hit Hong Kong. NHI set up a floating bakery for Yamada in the Hong Kong Harbor, the premium cards being air-lifted in from the printer under tight security. The craze next spread to the mainland, bakeries were set up in Shanghai and other coastal cities. Printers at the Chinese State-run mint were producing the cards under contract and strict supervision of the Japanese based printer. Meanwhile, back in Japan, the second series hit the street in a green wrapper. Nihon bakeries announced bankruptcy, Riku bought the company and all its trademarks for a fraction of its former worth, paid its long string of debts, rehired most of the laid-off workers and began producing the trademark baked goods, his old rival had been so famous for. Counterfeits had begun appearing at trade show and swap meets. Asuka had foreseen this and had suggested an invisible watermark in the picture on the front of the card, the machines that could read it were made available at major trade shows, movie houses and arcades. The card did not leave the sight of the owner as it was scanned. A green light was displayed if it passed, red upon failure, and yellow if the card were damaged but determined to be authentic. FAKE was printed on top of every failed card in red ink. Many schemers watched as a deal was quashed by the red ink. People ranted and raved about mistakes, but the machine was brutally accurate. "What am I, financial manager of the Ikari Enterprises Conglomerate?" Misato mused. Asuka's royalty checks for the 'Tea House' trademark were coming in. As Asuka had no real desires, outside of her relationship with Eric, and usually lived within the provisions of the household, the money in her bank account grew. At 3 billion yen, Misato discussed investments. "You could invest in Rolf's company," she suggested. "Just do it, Asuka suggested, "I don't understand all the high finance stuff." "Oh, no you don't!" Misato glared. "You are interested in a husband, so you will have to learn how to be a good financial manager, if you are going to run a household!" Most divorces occur over the careless handling of money and you are going to learn how to avoid that pitfall!" "Here is the prospectus." I want your opinion on it in two days, and what are the risks and likely returns. You not only will tell me, but Aiko." Misato took a company tour with Asuka and Aiko. As you might know, crystal holography can store vast amounts of data, several terabytes in a single crystal but the reject rate is terrible. Only about 5% of a run makes it through final inspection." Rolf stated. "Isn't there a way to increase the usable production?" Asuka asked. "We need to have a new crystal growing machine where the molecules are deposited one layer at a time, producing a theoretically perfect recording media." "Assuming that you could raise the capital, what would the payback time be?" Rolf replied, "Well, the machine is 5 billion yen, but the demand for our product is very high. We are looking to supply data warehouses with the memory. At present prices, we could be operating in the black in about 2 months." "Let's see, I would estimate the life of the machine to be about 2 years, you would have 20 months of operation, until the next generation machine came along. " There is a matter of maintenance, spare parts, downtime, and training. If you factor these in, how much are you expecting to make in the life of the machine?" "About three billion U.S.", he shrugged. We have only commitments for about half of the required capital." "What's the estimated return on investment?" Asuka prodded him. "About 20 per cent for the stockholder per year, after we pay off the notes and interest." Aiko listened intently to the discussion. "Who is the machine supplier?" "Laser Opto-electonics Inc., a subsidiary of NHI." "Here are your stock certificates, young lady." The comptroller handed over the stacks of 10,000 shares of stock. "We were wired the funds this morning." Printed on the face of each was "Katsuragi Misato trustee for Langley Asuka." After inspecting each certificate, they then bowed and departed. "I did a little more checking." There are no legal entanglements at present, the president is in good health, they have a good reputation, they believe more in serving their customers, stockholders, and employees than manipulating prices of stock." Misato commented on the drive home. "Your primary motivation may have been for Eric's benefit, but I believe it was also a sound business investment as well. You also have money in reserve if you lose it." "Lose it?" Asuka looked puzzled. "The technology might be obsolete in 6 months or another company might develop a cheaper method of producing the product." Asuka frowned. "Now what?" she asked. "Wait, replied Misato, "and let the money work for you." --- Misato and Asuka drove back to the house to see Rei and a woman walking on the grounds. "And who is this?" Misato approached. "Saku Kikomoko," Rei nodded and introduced them. "We are please that you have visited us." Misato nodded and departed. "You have said already that you wanted to meet me." Rei resumed the conversation. "Not just you, but your master." "Forgive me, but although your husband has my trust, you do not." Rei objected. "Before you may meet him, you must be strip searched." Kikomoko started. "Who will do the search?" "I will. Your husband may be present, but he will not interfere." Kikomoko bowed, " I will submit at a time and place of your choosing." "Immediately, go to the bathhouse." Rei had her strip and bagged her clothes and all jewelry, even her earrings and wedding band. Meticulously examining her body, mouth, skin, hair, ears, she took hair, blood and urine samples, she took scrapings under her fingernails. She then did a scan for silicon and composites of radio and data circuits, and palpitated almost every inch of her body. Rei next proceeded to do a pelvic exam and a proctoscope exam. Kikomoko endured this quietly. Rei spoke a few words into a handset and then directed Kikomoko to wash. Rei disrobed and washed her back, began washing herself and directed Kikomoko to do her back. As they sat in the soak, a gentle knock at the door sounded. "Thank you," Rei spoke. After a half-hour they dried. Directing her to a change of clothes, Rei assisted her in dressing in the black kimono, there was also a wedding band in a small box. It fit. "Yours will be returned undamaged." Rei promised. "But wear this until then." Kikomoko bowed. Rei escorted the guest through the garden through the front door and knocked at the door of a room off the hall. Shinji was busy with a panel and did not look up as the pair entered. Rei motioned for her to sit, and froze like a statue. Kikomoko sat quietly and watched Shinji handle the large brush with skill and dexterity. At time the brush seemed to come alive as it danced across the silk panel, completing one stroke after another. Kikomoko was amazed at the beauty and grace that was seemingly effortlessly applied by the young man to the work. She had seen this level of skill usually only in mature masters, where the years of training began to flow into their work. Carefully wrapping the brush and covering the ink, Shinji came and knelt across from them. Rei sat down also. "May I present Saku Kikomoko." Rei announced. "Please have some tea." Shinji gently slid the cup and saucer towards Kikomoko with the tips of his fingers, another towards Rei and a third for himself. Kikomoko accepted the offered cup, but held it until Shinji sipped. "To what do I owe this visit?" Shinji inquired. "I wanted to thank you personally, for your kindness." She replied. "Go on," Shinji prompted. "My husband has gone from a bitter shell of a man to a vibrant joyful being, full of life and respect." "I am alive because of your servant." She continued. "Even your punishments bring the promise of healing to those who wish to accept correction." "Your work," she nodded at the calligraphy with tears running down her face, "enriches and inspires my life." "Please accept me into your service, Ikari-san. I swear to serve house Ikari until death or release by my master." "I would advise against it." Rei declared. She is from a noble house with close ties to Yamaguchi Yori." Kikomoko spat, "Do not speak of that pile of dog excrement's name in my presence!" Kikomoko glared at Rei. "That name is forbidden in my house." Rei nodded. "I withdraw my objection." Shinji stood up, and Kikomoko swore the oath again on her hands and knees with her head down. "I accept your oath and your service." "Your first task is to keep a quiet and peaceful house for my servants Saku. Make no secret of your service to house Ikari. Ask for assistance from me or from others of my house if it is needed. My servants will not be seen asking for public assistance or for leniency from creditors, or begging in the streets. You may not accept any other allegiances without permission. Seek to assist my other servants and allies whenever possible. Bring honor to the Ikari household, of which you are now part, by your actions." Shinji finished his speech. Taking a small silk panel, he deftly wrote out her oath, stamping it with his seal. He asked Kikomoko to get up. "Here is your oath in calligraphy as a reminder. You may not sell it as long as you are in my service." Rei bowed. "May I present the newest member of your household with a gift?" Rei asked. "Please, it would be fitting, as she has freely given herself to my service." Rei presented a small package; it was in two parts. The first part was a dagger much like Aiko's. A flower pattern engraved in the blue-gray ceramic. The Ikari stamp was on the handle and on the sheath. She examined it and gently pricked her finger with the point. Shinji explained, "The givers of life must be willing to defend life. That's why the women in my service carry daggers." Opening the second part, she was puzzled. It was a carry sling for an infant. "What's this for?" She pondered. Do you have a child for me to nurture in the house?" "No." Rei responded. "You yourself will fill the carrier from your own body." Kikomoko's eyes went very large. "What?" "You are about 6 weeks pregnant." Rei concluded, I sensed the changes occurring in your body during your physical, besides, your cervix is plugged. You should see your physician Kiyuri for a checkup and plan for prenatal care." Kikomoko bowed and asked to be excused, and hurried home. --- Rei walked the surgical ward with Goroni, the chief of surgery looked very relieved to see her. "We have had three accidents in the last few days, a hand, two fingers and the front of a foot." One of the fingers has severe congestion, the foot is not doing well and the hand is causing very great pain. Rei quickly worked the three cases, the hand was the easiest, the pressure points worked quickly, the foot was satisfactory as well, but the fingers barely responded at all. "Have you used the leaches to maintain blood flow? Rei asked. Goroni nodded. Rei noticed a strong smell from the young man. Rei asked suggested to Goroni that pentithol would assist the patient. After Goroni administered the sedative painkiller, she re-applied the technique. It worked like magic as the purple swollen tissue began to subside and change color. "I do not like sedation, but his mind is injuring his body," Rei remarked. Motioning Goroni outside the door, Rei spoke, "The fear of this man is what is making his recovery so difficult. By the way, what is his occupation?" "According to his chart he is a printer, his fingers were severed in the paper cutter." Rei gently questioned the man still under the influence of the anesthetics. She realized that he would probably not remember being questioned, and would not conceal any embarrassing details about the accident. Rei quietly excused herself, boarded a train and headed downtown. Rei walked down a rather sleazy set of peep shows, strip clubs and hostess bars. She entered one of the bars and was blocked by the bouncer. "I have business with Yori," Rei announced. The man looked at the classically dressed girl carefully, shrugged and pointed towards a rear booth. Making her way through the mini-skirts and business suits. She approached his table. Bowing politely, she requested an audience. Yori had no idea to whom he was talking and decided to humor the young girl. Getting up and retiring to the back office with two bodyguards, he offered the young lady tea, which she accepted graciously. Her grace and flow indicated that this was not a street girl. "My name is Yamaguchi Yori," he began, "How may I serve you?" Rei bowed politely. "I am Ayanami Rei. Remove your hand from my master Ikari's business and all will be well with you. You have caused your men to injure a printer with hopes of getting him to turn against my master. What made this even more odious were the threats against his wife and children." "You have no business telling me anything." Yori retorted. "I don't have to listen to you." "Ah, you will not listen to the one who holds the symbol of your family's honor? Your father's second?" Rei's eyes flashed. "Very well, I had hoped not to escalate the bad feelings between our houses, but you leave me no choice. Any of your men who approach the printer or his family will be killed." "Shoot the bitch!" Yori snapped. Looking steadily at Yori, Rei bowed again. I will see that that your last words will appear on your marker." Yori glanced towards the bodyguards and then realized they were both dead. They had been split in two their bloody halves falling backwards and landing on the floor. Yori had a 9mm pistol out and leveled it at the girl. Rei smiled, as Yori squeezed the trigger. The pistol did not fire. Yori's gun hand was severed in the same stroke, which cut off his head. Rei calmly walked out the rear door, boarded a train and went back to the hospital. Changing back into her uniform, she finished her rounds with Goroni. She then went to NHI towers a few blocks away and enjoyed afternoon tea with Saku and Boro. While she was there she examined Boro, who could now comfortably walk without the cane. It had become his trademark, and he still carried it. There were 6 men now in Boro's personal staff, Furo had married a pretty secretary, Teito had requested that his parents arrange a marriage with a suitable lady. "I understand that your nephew and you have some sharp disagreements." The detective stated. "What sort of disagreements and how sharp?" "To put it simply, I refused to assist him in breaking his father's will," replied Boro. "So he was disinherited?" The detective frowned. "No, he received over half of the estate." "And you?" "I received five percent as executor." "What about the rest?" "Most went to support the arts. A portion to a Geisha, a house to an artist he admired, and there were gifts to shrines." "So you wanted more." Boro smiled at the detective. "I would be lying if I told you that I wasn't disappointed, but I have my own stake in the business. I was recently confirmed as president by the board of directors." It's no secret that Yori covets the position, but I was the named successor." "I heard that you fell ill for quite some time." "A nerve illness of some variety, I required a wheelchair for a few months." "Nonsense! Someone was poisoning you!" the detective challenged. "It's a well-known fact." "Even if that were true," Boro admitted, "I have no evidence to the identity of the poisoner." "So, Yori accuses me of embezzlement? Of failing to fulfill the terms of the will?" Boro asked. The detective fumbled. "No." "Then what brings you here?" The detective realized that Boro was either a superb liar or did not know about his nephew's death. "I regret to inform you that your nephew has met an untimely death. I am investigating his death and that of his bodyguards." "Damn!" Boro's eyes filled. "I was hoping he would eventually settle down with a nice girl and continue the family. How did he die? Shot in a gang dispute?" "A master swordsman cut off his hand and head." "The hand was still holding a pistol." "So he angered the guardian spirit." Boro sighed, wiping his eyes. "You will find nothing." "Guardian spirit?" The detective chuckled and then realized that Boro looked deadly serious." Boro picked up the phone and called Saku. "May I drop by? Thank you, I'll be down in a few minutes." "Come with me." Pausing to read the sign, the detective followed Boro into the room. The two bodyguards were reluctant to enter. "It's all right, you may wait outside." "This is Saku, chief legal counsel of NHI, Master of tea ceremony, Servant of House Ikari." pronounced Boro. This is a detective from the police. "A lawyer with a dual loyalty?" "Possibly a lawyer who is honest about where his loyalties lie." Boro gently corrected him. "My legal costs are a tenth of those of corporations comparable in size to NHI. Besides, he informs me on each and every conflict of interest that he might have. As House Ikari is a major stockholder and the largest customer of NHI, the conflicts are not all that great." Boro bowed towards Saku, who returned the bow as an equal. "May I offer you refreshment; tea perhaps?" Saku responded. "Why yes, please. I would enjoy a hot cup! The detective interjected. Saku buzzed with his intercom and an elegantly dressed lady appeared, and in short order had them served and relaxed. "So I take it that this is not a social call?" Saku began the conversation. "I am investigating the death of Yamaguchi Yori." Boro claims it was the work of the guardian spirit." The detective obviously trying not to laugh." "I am saddened by your loss of a family member." Saku replied to Boro. Turning to the detective he began. "Then he was decapitated, while holding a gun, I take it?" The detective stared as Boro nodded. "I believe that if there are any witnesses, you will find that there was immediate danger at his hand against women or children." he added. "Insults and the like may have resulted in the loss of a finger or hand." He looked down at his hand looking at the thin scar around his finger. "So you are not just repeating rumors." "No, I insulted a Geisha and a young girl in this very office and was punished. My wife was attacked by thugs also in this office and was defended, her attackers punished. A man drew a gun and was killed by having his head cut off. There should already be a report on that incident at the police department." "Well not exactly, the case is listed as unsolved, no evidence, no suspects. One young girl was detained for questioning, but the NERV forces showed up and were ready to kill everyone to get her back. They requested that charges be filed, but every investigative service came up empty, the captain was forced to apologize in writing for detaining her. If I remember, you were also there that night." "In case you are unaware, she saved my wife, and prevented two men from bleeding to death. She also assisted in their recovery." "I am also in her debt." Boro interjected. "Thanks to her, I am not stuck in a wheelchair." "Where can I find this girl?" "You may try at the Royal Palace, at Tokyo General Hospital, NERV HQ, or in the Toyko 3 #25 middle school." "You mean she is a minor?" "Yes, and the Major who almost leveled the Police HQ is her guardian." Saku added. "What about the palace? How does she serve there?" "She is attending the Emperor's mother as a therapist." "And the hospital?" The detective was wondering how much worse it could get. "She is the foremost diagnostician in Tokyo-3 and advises the Chief of Surgery there. I would suggest taking a lesson from the Geisha's Sakura and doing your investigation as discretely and quietly as possible." Also be advised that because she is a member of House Ikari, I will represent her in any proceedings if any, that may result from your investigation. NERV may decide to intervene at any time and claim jurisdiction in the matter." The detective rose. "Thank you for your cooperation." He bowed and left the room. From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 8 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But this episode contains strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language. I do not believe that there is a single obscene word or vernacular in the entire chapter. Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu --- Chapter 8 The small entourage drove through the gate up to the house. Exiting the vehicle, an elderly lady waved off all attempts at assistance and smoothly made her way up the walk to the main house. "To what do we owe this honor?" Aiko greeted the stately woman. She bowed. " I humbly ask an audience with your master." "A bath and tea ceremony are customary prerequisites." Aiko replied. "I have been advised and am prepared." Hiroko answered. Aiko attended Hiroko's bath with two of Hiroko's young companions and dressed them in plain black kimonos with a yellow obis. The five then proceeded to go inside the teahouse, the others remained outside. Shinji bowed. "Great respected one, I am deeply honored by your visit." "I am honored by your presence and the service of your house." Hiroko replied. The ceremony proceeded without incident. At its conclusion, the five rose and conversed. Her attendants admired the elaborate calligraphy that adorned the walls. "That's quite a item you have going with the rice cakes, my young man." Hiroko smiled. "I took possession of the box of cards you sent over. My son thought that it was very proper for you to send them, but thought of them only as a curiosity. As they are the only stamped, signed, complete set in the world, he now acknowledges their true worth and wants them in the treasury. No way! I enjoy them. I had them sleeved so they would not be damaged, My time is not forever, he will have them to himself soon enough." They then proceeded to the main house, for a modest dinner of fish, noodles and vegetables, which Aiko prepared for them. "Ikari Shinji, your father and my son have been trying to arrange a marriage between our families, However, tradition generally demands that the eldest be married first. Your father has recognized in her an uncontrolled spirit. Refusing to bring unrest to your house, he has broken off negotiations. Before I approach him myself, I would ask that you and your house question the two ladies I brought with me. My younger granddaughters are both looking intently at your qualifications as warrior, artist and husband." She glanced at Aiko. "Your services will still be needed if a match takes place, as concubine, teacher, companion, chef, defender, and nurse to his first child." "I am surprised at the concern for the Geisha Aiko," Shinji replied. "I am surprised that anyone caring for such a treasure would think that we would value her less." Hiroko replied. "I apologize for my shortsightedness." Shinji replied. --- "As beauty tends to influence my desires over my mind, I yield the interview and recommendation to the ladies of House Ikari. They are: Misato; who sees true motives; Aiko, who sees the artist; Miyako, who sees true beauty; Langley, who sees the potential of love; and Ayanami, who sees the willingness to serve. Saku Kikomoko, who is new, has the gift of graciousness and self-sacrifice." "My niece is part of your household?" Hiroko was stunned. "As is her husband," Rei added. They have sworn to serve house Ikari faithfully until death or release by my master. "What about his job at NHI?" "We consider Boro a strong ally and friend." Shinji replied. "Saku keeps him informed on any conflicts of interest that he might have. Boro decides whether to excuse him from that case. Saku-san is Rei's personal attorney as well." "We are not looking for perfection, we are a team and are looking for a special member to add to, strengthen, and complement the talents we already possess." Miyako began. "You have been presented as a candidate for the wife of the master. He does not engage in the social scene, and shuns publicity. Most people only know of him by his title and works. He is wealthy and provides well for the family. We generally choose a simple and quiet life, although there are servants for the house. The old ways are generally observed here. There are areas with the stamp of a specific individual here. They are respected. For example: The teahouse is the domain of the master. The art gallery is cared for by Aiko, the guesthouse is Asuka's. All persons respect the personal items of each other. Among the house rules are that you may not enter the personal room of another without permission." "So why are you interested in the master, Yumiri?" Misato asked the young lady. "I want to be bedded by a true warrior and bear his children!" Yumiri answered abruptly. Misato was a little taken aback by such a forward answer. Rei followed up. "Are not there many eligible men in the court?" "Yes, there are many attractive young men, all from good families, but all of their interests are outside myself as a person." Not one has any interest in me other than as a member of the Royal Family. A quiet life is suitable for my temperament, I am not interested in being a jet-setter or hanging out with the 'beautiful people', or dodging rude photographers." "What talents do you offer to bring to the house?" Miyako chose to speak. "I play the flute, am well versed in hachibana (flower arrangement), and poetry. I know American English and speak with a Southern dialect. In addition to that, however, I have very non-traditional interests. "Such as?" Aiko now prompted her. "Computers, operating systems, networks," Yumiri answered hesitantly at first, "physics, chemistry, engineering, and higher mathematics." Yumiri looked around and did not see the stupid blinks that usually occurred when her interests were brought up, but saw several nods of affirmation, especially from Asuka and Aiko. "Your room has been prepared. Your chaperones have been acquainted with our customs. One will be with you at all times. You will interact with the household in a controlled setting." "Kazeko, why are you interested in the master?" Misato asked the same opening question. "My father approves of him. Geisha accompany him. His work delights my spirit. A man of art and tradition is rare in these times. I wish to learn at his feet." "So you enjoy calligraphy?" Asuka asked. "Ikari-san's work is extremely multi-faceted. You can find something different every time you look at it." Kazeko smiled." Miyako next asked. "You have stated what you desire from him. What do you offer in return?" "I play violin, I have a fair singing voice." I enjoy painting in watercolor and welding sculpture." Rei asked the next question. "What are the things that set you apart from the ordinary?" "I am a qualified pilot with a multi-engine rating." I am familiar with surviving in harsh environments and finding food and shelter in inhospitable regions. I speak English, Cantonese, and Russian. I am in good physical condition and should be able to satisfy a prospective mate's desires and bear him strong vigorous children and at the same time fulfill the wishes of my parents for grandchildren." "Any cooking skills?" Aiko asked. "Very basic. I can bake bread on a stick, roast quail in clay, toast eggs in hot ashes, grill meat on hot coals. There are about twenty single pot dishes I can make, from shepherd's pie to chicken bog, with a large variety of stews and soups." "Any problem with a husband younger than yourself?" Misato felt like she was questioning herself. "Judging from the loyalty and devotion all of you have for him, I would be a fool to think so narrowly." Aiko then assigned her a room, re-acquainting her with the house rules. Yumiri served breakfast the next morning. It was a very traditional Japanese breakfast, with a slight variation, rolled French crepes with strawberries were also served. Aiko nodded at the skill of the preparation. "What's wrong Asuka?" Yumiri noticed that she had only sipped the soup, tasted the other dishes, and eaten only the crepes. "I don't care for the traditional breakfast, but thank you for the alternate dish," Asuka replied. "Shall I prepare something else?" "No, I am fine. It is a communal meal and not every one of us can be pleased at once. If I had been hungry, I would have eaten more. This was very well prepared. Right, Rei?" Rei was finishing the remains of the soup. Her portions had been picked clean. She nodded and belched quietly. "I am going to my studio now, you are invited." Shinji announced. The two girls and their grandmother went briefly to their rooms and donned black kimonos as cautioned. "Sometimes the ink goes where it will." Shinji warned. "This commission is to celebrate a marriage." Shinji remarked as he laid out his materials. He worked with a small pad and felt tip pen as he composed a series of characters, kept some, disregarded others. Referring to a book of ancient forms of Kanji he practiced some of the less familiar strokes on paper with a small brush. He then selected a large brush and carefully laid out the wall hanging on the floor. There were three hangings, and Shinji completed the first hanging with a smooth series of strokes. As he began work on the next hanging, the brush appeared to come alive in his hands and make its own movements. Shinji moved to the last hanging and gently caressed the brush as it glided across the raw silk. Hiroko looked a little surprised at the result. Yumiri looked pleased, Kazeko was blushing violently. Hiroko looked at the girls and asked. "What do you see?" Yumiri answered. "I see the promises of the couple, the description of a husband and wife joining, the children and happy years." "And you Kazedo?" "Uh, I see a very explicit description of the wedding night. If you look at these characters which appear within the others," Kazedo traced the outline of what she saw." "Oh my!" The others now saw what Kazeko saw. "I didn't see that at all when I first looked at the characters." Remarked Hiroko. "And you Grandmother?" "The growing together, the wisdom and honor they give each other." Hiroko traced the forms she saw and the others nodded. As Shinji worked on a few more items, the beauty of the work began to amaze them. The simple commissions that he developed were: the joy about a new baby, the eulogy for a lost brother, a blessing for a new house, and a prayer of a lonely man for suitable wife. "Ikari-san. "Hiroko rose. "Please excuse us, it is past lunch and we need to get a little something." Shinji paused, wrapped the brush and covered the ink. "I did not mean to disturb your work." "Do not be dismayed. The nature of my work incorporates interruptions into its nature. The ebb and flow of life here is part of it." "Rei, we are ready to leave." The door slid open and Rei appeared. The ladies proceeded towards their quarters. Kazeko changed hurriedly and ran for the kitchen determined not to be upstaged by her sister again. There was a cold snack tray with fruit, raw vegetables and cold meat in the refrigerator. Quickly, glancing through the refrigerator, she grabbed a pot, threw in a few ingredients, water, a few spices and brought it to a simmering bubble. Placing a few greens in each bowl as a garnish and flavor, she ladled the soup out and served the simple dish with the cold tray. Aiko appeared, a streak of paint on her face. "I am sorry I'm late, I got carried away... oh, this looks good, what is it?" "Tofu soup with fish stock and greens." Aiko tasted the dish and puzzled at the subtle combination of spices. "What on earth? It's delicious, whatever it is." Rei ate heartily. Shinji asked for seconds. Hiroko smiled at the sharp looks Yumiri was giving her sister. Feining dislike for the dish, Yumiri at first nibbled on bites from the cold tray. Absent-mindedly taking a sip, she soon realized that she had finished the bowl and was looking for more. "If you can give me the recipe, I have someone to I whom I would recommend it." Aiko said. I would make sure your name accompanies the dish. "It's just a simple soup." Kazeko explained. "Oh, so it's not your recipe?" Aiko queried. "I just made it up with what was available." Kazeko was a little uncomfortable. Going through the list of ingredients, spices, and proportions of each she answered the Geisha's prodding. "Just who are you planning on recommending this to?" Kazeko inquired. "Shoju at the Tokyo Imperial will love it. It will go splendidly with the simplicity menu that they offer." Yumiri accompanied Aiko to where she had set up an easel in the garden. As Aiko worked, Yumiri asked a series of questions. "Is he easily angered?" "No, he is a gentle and peaceful soul, he has never struck anyone here although badly provoked at times. Rei has taken the responsibility herself of guarding him against attacks, both verbal and physical." Yumiri added, "I have heard that his rage is formidable when provoked." "He could level the city." Aiko answered. "I don't follow." "Please don't make him mad!" Aiko evaded a direct answer. "What about his abilities as a man and future husband?" Aiko colored. "A wife has a great advantage, that she may ask a husband to fulfill his marital duties. However, be warned, should you be the chosen one, I will expect cries of protest from you when his attentions are heaped upon you!" "Is he that rough when he copulates?" Yumuri was concerned. "No, not at all. He has never humiliated or injured me. I was referring to the passions of the tiger, once awakened are not easily satisfied. As you can see, he can father children. I have no claim on the child once it leaves my body. It is one of the terms of the contract. "What is his preferred position?" "I will discuss such specific details with his chosen wife the week of the wedding. She may choose to explore such intimate things with her new husband." "Where do you see yourself fitting in if a new wife is accepted?" Yumiri asked. "I would suggest that he satisfy himself with me only if his wife is ill, tired, or having her period. I will time my own period so as not to coincide with hers." Aiko answered. "I will be happy with one week a month. It will be very dangerous to her relationship to withhold affections as a means of coercion or punishment, for I will gladly bed him as often and as vigorously as he requests!" "You actually enjoy him." Yumiri was surprised. "I thought you simply provided an outlet for his release." "It would be much simpler if the latter were true, Aiko admitted. "The force of his life is too strong. I cannot help but be joined to it." Aiko shuddered slightly. "Pardon me, the postman is here." Aiko excused herself. "There is postage due on this one, we don't normally bother to attempt delivery, but I thought you might want this." He indicated the child's writing in kana on the outside of the box. "The man who does rice cake cards." Aiko paid for the package and set it down. "Aren't you going to open it?" Yumiri asked. "No." Aiko resumed painting. "It is not addressed to me and I am not designated to open his mail." Aiko added a splash more of color to the edge of the rock she was capturing on canvas and signed the work. Draping the work, she headed back to the house carrying the box. "Please screen this, Rei." Rei took an air sample from the edge of the box, and read the result on a little screen. "No explosives present." Rei then x-rayed the box. Several coins, showed up on the screen. "No sharp objects or apparent traps." Carefully using a set of manipulators, Rei opened the box and removed a small cardboard box bank. "Write me about my Daddy who died." The note was on the back of an advertisement where the recipient's name and address had been printed. Shinji made his way through the back streets of the area. It was the area where Rei had used to live. It seemed a lifetime since he had last seen it. Rei walked with him. Both wore work garments, that some of the servants had stored away. As the garments were well-worn and unassuming, Shinji and Rei walked unnoticed through the neighborhood in the early evening, pausing at the apartment door, there was no answer. "A child is home," Rei announced. "Umara-chan," Rei called out, "The man who does the rice cakes is here." "How did you know her name?" Shinji whispered as the door was being unfastened. "It is scratched in the threshold." Rei smiled. A child's hand reached out and grabbed him and he allowed himself to be led inside. Rei also was brought in. The child grabbed the shoes they had removed, and set them inside the door, and then refastened the lock. Hurriedly seating them in the center room, she left for the kitchen. They heard the sound of water and a kettle being placed on the stove. "We don't have electricity, but we do have gas, tea will be ready shortly." She lit a small lamp and set it on the table. "I believe that you wrote me this letter. You want me to write about your Daddy like I write about other things on my cards." "Please wait for the tea before we begin." Shinji flushed and then nodded. "I apologize for so basic a mistake." They sat quietly and glanced around the modest room, the table and writing desk were of excellent quality, the mats on the floor were worn, but the inside of the house was well kept. The small shrine had a recent picture of a man Shinji assumed to be her father. The kettle whistled and their hostess disappeared back into the kitchen. Returning with a tea set, she served them, also setting a rice cake next to each of them. Serving herself she waited until her guests were ready and then they drank together. "Yes, I want you to write like this." Umara produced the card on which was printed "chi-chi" (Daddy) on the border. "Please understand that I don't do the same work more than once, but please tell me what you have in mind." "I want you to write on his shirt." She showed him a beige silk shirt. "It was his favorite and best." "I have never done a shirt." Shinji thought. "The Emperor is entitled to a copy of any work that I do, except very large ones. I don't know how to do it, a photograph will not be adequate." "Then the answer is no?" Umara look troubled. "The answer is yes, but it may take several weeks." "Do you need more money?" "No, you have sent enough money." Shinji wrote out a receipt for the commission and the acceptance of the shirt. "You forgot your gift." Rei elbowed him. Shinji presented a small box of ginger candy to the girl. "May I write some more on the card you have?" Shinji reached for the special ink pad and stamp in his pocket. Eagerly, Umara handed him the card. Signing the card and affixing his stamp to it he returned it, also handing her another trading card with a small business card in an envelope. "You may sell this if your mother falls on hard times." Call the number and the man will get you a good price." I myself would be terribly disappointed if it were necessary to sell my favorite shirt or my favorite card." Shinji gently placed the garment in embroidery frames to make a series of flat surfaces. The special brush was ready; the sensors would record the movements precisely and relay them to a recording device. Then they could be played back and a robot could reproduce the movements. He had seen a similar process in an automobile assembly plant. Shinji tried a few characters on paper first, getting the feel of the brush. Playing back the recording on the computer, he watched the characters appear on the simulated paper on the screen. Satisfied, he stared at the garment and went back to the happier times, before his mother died and remembered the father from that time. He began to write. The work was spontaneous. "He was gentle, compassionate, firm. He could be a little mischievous perhaps, playful, strong. He was affectionate towards his wife, and towards his child." The last part was tough. "I hold you in my heart." The brush shook slightly but did not disrupt the work. Shinji wiped his eyes and at first decided not to sign the work. But being a paid commission he dismissed such a thought. He carefully signed it discretely with a smaller standard brush and stamped the edge of the shirt-tail. Placing a similar shirt in the frames, he set up the robot and established the points of reference. The fluid motion thrilled him as the brush moved as if by magic. "There's the artist's proof!" he examined the copy and was very pleased. Writing the letters AP on the tail, he looked at the five remaining garments. Framing the shirts and replaying the program, he finished the series. Numbering the shirts and signing them carefully, Shinji erased the recording, stamped and signed the proof. "What have you done this time, Ikari-san?" The agent groaned. "I accepted a commission for 1000 yen. Here is the emperor's copy, and all of the others. "What? The agent looked at the boxes. "Only five? What about the printer?" "You can't reproduce a dress shirt like that!" Shinji smiled. "It was a very personal commission. Here is the request for commission, the acceptance, and the acceptance of delivery, signed by the child's mother. Here is your percentage of the commission." Shinji held out a 100 yen coin. The agent dutifully wrote out a receipt. "I will have one hung in a portable closet in the gallery, What price are you asking?" "Whatever is offered is acceptable. You yourself will accept the offers. The person at the gallery will have no idea what it is worth, but must submit all sincere offers. The only tag will be "One to a family." There will be no other sales of this item to a previous buyer at any price!" "Title?" The agent looked at the young artist. "Daddy." "I understand that you offered 5 million yen for a numbered copy of the shirt artwork." "The agent looked steadily at the middle aged couple. They nodded nervously. "I have been instructed by the artist to accept your offer." You have number five of five." The couple smiled. "Boro-san, I understand that you have offered 18 million yen for a numbered copy of the artwork. Will you accept number four?" Boro nodded his willingness to accept the unlucky number. "I have been instructed by the artist to accept your offer." Boro sighed with relief, the work was unlike anything he had ever seen and would commemorate his late father. Four, the symbol of death was fitting. He would have the shirt framed for display. And so it went. The agent looked hard at the young man. "I understand that you offered 10,000 yen for a numbered copy of the shirt artwork." "Yes," he replied nodding, "I am going to be a new father and want to be reminded on what is required of me." The preparations for my new child have taken most of my money, it's what I can afford." The agent realized that this was the true purpose of the shirt and the intent behind accepting any offer. "I am honored by your offer, the agent replied. "It is graciously accepted. Please accept number one." The man handed him several notes and some change. The agent wrote out a bill of sale, stamped it paid and with the gallery seal. "May I wear it?" The man asked the incredulous agent. "It belongs to you, the artist remarked that the ink was colorfast. It seems like it would fit you. I don't see why not." The man stripped off the shirt he was wearing and put on the art shirt. The effect was amazing as he walked out, the characters seemed to be alive with the motion, proclaiming their message as he walked towards the train station. His ride home was unusual. He was touched continuously on the back and arms, as if he were a walking shrine. People he did not know bowed reverently to him. He had to sprint around a corner to escape the crowd that tried to follow him home. Getting home, he laid the box containing the old shirt on the table as he greeted by his wife. "My, aren't you the different one. A very nice shirt, pure silk, this must have cost you 30,000 yen, not including the calligraphy. You did not borrow to buy it did you?" She admired the artwork suspiciously. The man dutifully handed the bill of sale to his wife. She stared at the name of the artist and realized what he was wearing. "A sign of wonderful luck! A blessing for the new baby and a promise of being a good father!" Pulling out the shirttails she found the stamp, signature and numerical designation. She grabbed him and held him tightly. "You have discovered a true treasure. We could not have afforded this in our lifetime, yet, you wonderful simple man, you buy it out of your allowance and wear it home!" Furo carefully removed the precious shirt and put the old one back on. "You should wear this only on special occasions, such as the birth of a new baby." She smiled, putting the shirt back into the box carefully with the bill of sale. "I have a most unusual request for a commission." The agent looked at Shinji and glanced at Misato and Kikomoko who were sitting with Shinji in the teahouse. "The client wants you to decorate women's underwear, colored silk panties, in several colors excluding white." The agent colored. Kikomoko sat quietly, recording the minutes of the meeting in shorthand. Shinji remarked. "I see the shirt commission has influenced this one." "What is the topic of the commission?" "To entice, stimulate, excite and delight a husband, and assist him in performing his marital duties." The agent read from a letter. "How many copies do you foresee?" Shinji asked. "About five hundred thousand by marketing estimates. We don't intend to sell them at the gallery of course, but we need to know how you did the shirt commission so that we can make arrangements with a manufacturer. Shinji pressed his hands together. "The manufacturer must sign a royalty agreement for the process, and pay 100 yen for each unit produced by it, and pay an additional 1000 yen for each copy of my work produced. If he develops his own process, that produces a copy certified as acceptable by an independent appraiser, then only the copy charge will apply. Furthermore, only silk garments will be produced. Misato handed the agent a contract. Seeing Saku's name on it he groaned. "You patented it!" Shinji shook his head. The developer was Yumiri. She will receive any process royalties. Pun intended." Shinji grinned. "What about the ink?" "Yumiri developed the colorfast ink. Here is her authorized representative for it, Misato handed the agent a sales brochure. "A hundred thousand yen per liter? What if the manufacturer insists on using his own ink?" "Then he can replace all the garments that fade, smear, or run. And face Saku in court by tying my name to shoddy merchandise! I can simply do the commission and a small number of copies by myself. I don't have to allow any mass marketing, but I do expect if my work is released for general consumption, that it should meet the same high standards as the originals. My dealings with Yamada bakeries should show that. "I understand, and will convey your terms to the manufacturers I have lined up." The agent bowed. Looking at the various style of underwear in the studio, Shinji discussed the commission with Aiko. "The classic style lends itself to the work, but the French cut can be stimulating." Shinji began. "Focus on the commission." Aiko suggested. Shinji looked at an open crotch set and felt a stirring. "I think you get the idea now." Aiko smiled. I would suggest however that the classic set be the majority. And a few of the exotic variety for the more adventuresome." Shinji disagreed with Aiko in a rare instance. "I would think that all of these should at least have the potential to be bedroom garments." "They do, but not in the direct way you are thinking." She handed him a pair of underwear. Take these, for instance, showing him a plain white pair. There is not much to make them exciting. Unless, I tell you that they are still warm! Aiko smiled as he looked longingly at her, a painful erection showing through his clothing. Reclining gracefully, she opened her kimono and yielded herself to him. "You may need my talents several times during this commission!" She whispered to him as he quickly and easily slipped inside her. Shinji carefully studied the texts he had outlined. "I don't want this to seem twisted or perverted." "All of your characters and use are proper for the context of the marriage bed." Aiko replied blushing slightly with passion. Shinji nodded and placed the first set on the wire form marked "petite." Taking a smaller recording brush he started on the back working down each side of the posterior region. Turning the form on a locking swivel, he completed the thigh and abdominal areas. He paused and wrote a single character in the pubic area. Repeating the process for small, medium, and large sizes, Shinji carefully labeled the recordings. "Now for the special ones!" Shinji placed a daring version on the form. There was no pretense at order or structure. This was pure spontaneity of passion, A description of desire, joyful acceptance and the release and flow of fluids. Aiko's heart began pounding as Shinji worked his way through the sizes. As he labeled the recordings of the exotics, Aiko realized that she had soaked through her kimono and into the pillow she was sitting on. "My master?" Aiko hesitated. "Yes?" Shinji looked up from placing the recordings in a locking case. "Please have pity on me and allow me to serve you again. My body burns." Later in the bathhouse Aiko sighed as she and Misato relaxed in the soak together. "Has Shinji been totally overwhelmed by his passions?" Misato asked Aiko. "Kazeko has heard Shinji and you going at it four times in two days." She has been concerned that he may be more than a wife can adequately handle!" If a Geisha can't cool him off, how can she be expected to satisfy him?" "The last commission, it was very erotic in nature and extensive." Aiko explained. "It took 3 days to complete. He was not the only one affected." "He should be back to a two or three times a week routine in a day or two." "Besides, he may till my field as long as his plow is sharp." Misato looked sharply at Aiko. "Hmmm, you got it bad, my dear. Why don't you lay off him for a while?" "I prefer to lay under him." Aiko countered. "Don't be a fool, you have two royal bridal candidates in the house and you are behaving like a whore." "Fine, I will go back to servicing him when he asks for it instead of when he asks for it!" Misato puzzled for a moment over the nonsensical statement. "I apologize to master Ikari's concubine. Misato began. "You are simply serving in your capacity and per your contract. The candidates have also made it clear that they intend to keep you here. As for Shinji's affections, well, they will have every opportunity to claim them for themselves. Just try to make a little less noise, use the guest house or ask one of the gardeners to recommend a secluded spot near running water." "You are sounding like a foreigner!" Aiko exclaimed. "These young ladies are virgins, but they have been advised by the most talented courtesans in the Imperial court! If they are offended so easily, I would not recommend one for his wife." As for the sounds from his room, I am not going to advise my master that he may not fully express himself in his own room in his own house! Ask Hiroko what is offensive, if you think I am strictly a jealous lover!" "Aiko is quite correct." Hiroko spoke as she slipped into the tub. My granddaughters are not alarmed with facing his sexual powers, but rather the thought of having to contend with them alone. They have already considered bringing a courtesan over to give Aiko-san a rest. I assured them that the women of this house made all such decisions and that Aiko would take it as an insult." "The master has never bedded a woman who was not contractually bound to him." Aiko replied. "He would probably not accept her." Hiroko nodded. "The ladies also have enjoyed the life and peace of the house. It is obvious that few special considerations other that the chaperones are being granted here." If any competition is going on there," it is between the two sisters fighting for the young master's side. Yet all the same, they are being respectful of each other at the same time." "I am surprised by Kazeko's prowess in the kitchen and her admiration for the young master as an artist. Being such a forceful and independent woman, I doubted she would ever marry, but seems quite taken by the young man, and seems intent on becoming his complement. Yumiri has become quite a business woman and has gained international recognition as a talented engineer in only a few short weeks. She is already talking about paying rent to live at the palace or getting an apartment close by. Her desires were clearly spelled out from day one." "I myself have gotten stronger and more vigorous with Ayanami-san to attend to me daily. We may be wearing out our welcome. How much longer shall we remain here?" "We will decide within two weeks." Aiko looked serious. We may recommend both, one or none. The master may choose not to wed a recommended candidate, but will not wed a candidate that failed to meet the recommendation." The next few weeks were relaxed in spite of the deadline. The girls were attentive and helpful, and began to focus on the things they loved. Kazeko showed Shinji how to pilot a jet on a simulator and took a trip in a small jet with Shinji and Misato and the obligatory chaperone. Yumiri advised Shinji on topics pertaining to how to draw a character the size of a building, how to apply the ink, et cetera. NHI had asked a commission for their 50th anniversary. "It is the decision of this body that both ladies are suitable candidates." Misato announced the decision. All eyes turned to Shinji. "Both are desirable, as one listens to his heart, one should also listen to his head." "Aiko-san said that we were looking for a team member to add to our talents." "There is balance in my decision." "I choose Yumiri." There was silence as everyone looked at Yumiri, expecting her joyful acceptance. "Me?" Yumiri's face was very pale, her eyes wide, she had thought her sister's impressive figure and confident spirit had completely overshadowed her. Suprisingly, she approached Shinji and dropped on all fours at his feet and began to cry. "Please forgive me! I have given my heart to another, she wailed. "I did not intend to be chosen!" "I don't understand," Shinji said. "I did not want my dear sister to think that she was a left over choice." A choice of one is hardly a choice. So it would have been if I had withdrawn." "Speaking for House Ikari, you have insulted us by pretending to be something that you are not. Because you did not formally withdraw, you are still considered a candidate, however because your motives were unselfish, you have one week to decide whether to accept the proposal of marriage, at the end of that time, it will be withdrawn and offered to your sister. If the man to whom you profess your heart wishes to announce his intentions at that time, it will be none of my concern." Shinji sat down and did not ask her to get up. Her grandmother sternly came forward and escorted her from the room. "So what am I now, a piece of meat?" Kazeko asked. "I do not have to choose you," Shinji replied gently, "But please remember that you also speak to one who has just had his feelings thrown in back into his face." Shinji's face suddenly fell. "REI!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "Yes, my lord." Rei appeared as if out of thin air. "Do nothing to Yumiri, I say again, nothing, I say a third time, nothing! No harm will come to her." Shinji commanded. "Her grandmother alone will see to her punishment." "Her insult is great." Rei objected. "Her grandmother will have her redeem it." "And if her grandmother disfigures her?" Rei asked, "I will hold you responsible as the one that suggested it." Shinji glared. "She will redeem the insult with a gift appropriate for its severity." "One more thing. If she renounces her beloved and accepts the proposal as stated, I will still accept her. Then no insult will have occurred." Rei bowed her acceptance and Shinji bowed back. Rei quietly left the room. "You really think Yumiri will change her mind?" Kazeko asked Shinji. "No, but it will keep Rei from acting foolishly." Shinji sighed. "My beloved." Kazeko spoke gently. "I am pleased that your anger although justified, is tempered by your concern for my feelings." "Thank you for your kind words." Shinji replied. Aiko bristled, then reined in her feelings and relaxed. "What shall I do?" "In a week return, with your sister and be prepared to answer should she decline." Kazeko nodded. "Also comfort your grandmother who suffered greatly today at her hand and together advise your sister on how best to deal with the insult, should she decline." --- "What is required is acceptance of the insult, recognition of the injury caused, and appropriate compensation for it." Kazeko offered. "Money?" Yumiri asked. "Hardly, something of much greater value, almost without price; the family tea set for instance." The grandmother moaned. "Never!" Yumiri was shocked. "Your injury was that great." You insulted every lady on the panel, including the Geishas Aiko and Miyako. My physician was livid, my niece was humiliated. Perhaps it would be best to simply kill ourselves to escape." "And insult Rei who has restored your health." Kazeko's statement was direct. "Deny my future husband my companionship and the children from my body?" Kazeko added. "Father, his grandchildren; you, your great-grandchildren?" I intend to live!" "The gift cannot come from Father. He committed no injury, I don't think that Shinji would accept the tea set anyway," Kazeko stated. "It must come from Yumiri." --- "Yumiri, please answer the proposal." Miyako spoke. Yumiri spoke quietly. "The offer is refused." "Kazeko, princess of the Royal house, Ikari Shinji extends his contract of marriage to you." Aiko read the terms. "I accept his most generous terms and request that the marriage take place as quickly as possible." Kazeko answered. The room applauded. Kazeko blushed. After order was restored the ceremony resumed. "We recognize Yumiri." Aiko now spoke. "Do you have other business in this house?" "Yes, I wish to recognize my insult to the family and to make reparations for it." "The master will hear your case." Shinji nodded to the Geisha. "In recognition of the time wasted by the panel, I offer a kimono for each day per person spent of the two weeks deliberating my fitness as a candidate." She knelt and held out one the elaborate garments complete with accessories. He glanced at the panel who nodded approvingly. "Done." Shinji's answer was clipped and precise. "For injuring you and my sister I offer the traditional wedding garments and the use of the palace for the ceremony and reception. Also a honeymoon anywhere in the world, paid for by myself alone. Garments accepted. Ceremony declined, Reception declined, honeymoon declined. "Are you satisfied?" Yumiri spoke. "No, I now refer to the loss of the team member who could wield the computer with the dexterity I exhibit with the brush." Shinji spoke quietly. "The one who danced with mathematics and sang with microchips. How will you compensate us for that loss?" "I don't know." Yumiri felt trapped. "May I make an suggestion?" a different voice was heard. "We recognize Yamaguchi Boro, ally and friend to Ikari." "She may swear service and allegiance to your house." "Her allegiance is clearly towards her beloved." Shinji answered. "Else, she would have accepted the proposal." "And should her beloved swear?" "You!" Shinji exclaimed. Boro nodded. "I will consider the issue closed." Shinji answered carefully. "When she is wed to you, she will be welcome in this house as a wife of a friend and servant." Boro assumed the subservient position and swore the oath of allegiance. "Now what? Do you have to resign from NHI?" Shinji asked as he motioned for Boro to get up. "Fire the largest stockholder, president, and his new chief engineer?" Boro grinned. My late nephew left no heir, no will, and had only one close relative -me. So that meant I inherited everything. I sold his clubs to his competition and bought stock. If Aiko and I vote together we can control NHI, a little financial wrangling, and we could go private." "How many children are you intending to have?" Shinji inquired. "Two or three, but I'm sure we can always start with one." "Aiko!" Miyako glared at her in the teahouse. "Your behavior recently is ludicrous." It is bad enough that you bonded yourself to him. but it seems you are deliberately exciting a client to satisfy your own urges. You were almost to the point of interfering with his betrothal, but I watched you catch yourself, so there is hope for you. "He usually cannot be satisfied with a simple embrace." Aiko argued. "Besides some of his work is so erotic that one cannot help but be moved." "Show me this work." Aiko produced the exotic pair of underwear. "I bought them as a wedding gift for his the new bride," she explained blushing slightly. "I was going to give them discretely." "Control yourself!" Miyako commanded. "Let me look at those. Calligraphy on underwear? How unusual! How descriptive! How, uh seductive." Miyako's face was bright red, as she violently blushed, her hands shook, her voice trembled. "How is this possible?" "Now you know how he affects me." Aiko gently reminded her. "How can you stand to be with him? And you have to endure this constantly?" Miyako grimaced at the passion ignited in her body. "I have to float with the swells of the waves to avoid being drowned." Said Aiko. "Trying to satisfy him is like trying to tame the ocean, I ride out the storm and wait for the calm." She declared. Miyako sympathized. "And you are battered by the storm as well." "He requests the full course sexual banquet about every two weeks." "After the appetizer most men can't continue." Remarked Miyako. "How many courses does it take?" "Between four and six." Aiko spoke to an incredulous mentor. "Everything from erotic garments to mechanically assisted positions. Rei has had to ask him to let me rest and recover when I was incapable of doing anything else but enduring the sensation." "He sounds like a formidable client. And the pregnancy?" "Showing now, but he doesn't seem to mind." It almost seems to intensify his desires." "What do you think about his betrothed?" "Kazeko is a very strong willed and controlled woman, if she tries to dominate him, she will be subjugated in a few months, and be terrified of having him and also of not having him." Aiko surmised. "I am speaking from experience." "If she will be a tender and gentle wife, he will respond in kind." Aiko mused. "Her sister had already made such inquiries. --- "My lady," remarked Kazeko, "I am pleased that you have trained my future husband so well." "Thank you, my dear." replied Aiko warmly. "There are some things about him that you need to know." "Such as his appetite in bed?" Kazeko smiled. "Not just that, but how best to relate to him. For instance, as a concubine, I serviced his desires for a long time with the same efficiency and passion as I would have had scrubbing a pot, spurning all advances towards tenderness and deep affection." Aiko admitted. "He wants a woman who will comfort him after the loss of his mother. Now that I feel for him as he did towards me, he will not allow me to call him "beloved", a privilege which he has already extended towards you. The worst part is that I chose my relationship. You are most generous for retaining my services." Kazeko asked directly, "What excites and satisfies my betrothed?" Aiko nodded and began a small lecture: "That which is surprise and accidental discovery will ignite him quickly. A skirt without underwear will invite his attentions quickly when he is made aware of it. Willingness and desire on your part will bring response. Have no set time or place for joining. Be willing to be taken in the kitchen on the dishwasher or on the floor. Do not be quick to douche as he usually will want to enjoy you more than once. Let him soil a few kimonos or dresses with spontaneous joinings. Such things wash, but use a towel in bed! Mattresses are tough to clean. Vaginal strength and control is a part of lovemaking. Caress rather than try to express him! Tell him what you want and what will satisfy you. Keep your figure and take care of yourself and he will be more inclined to continue to take care of and respect you." Aiko handed her a small box. "This underwear is one of his works. Do not use it unless you are willing to spend several hours with him." I would not recommend it for a wedding night as you will both be tired from the day's ceremonies." The ceremony was a fairly lengthy and involved affair as would accompany royalty, the headdress and clothes made him appear much older. The ceremony was over and the feasting of the families began. Gendon seemed somewhat lost in the pomp and ceremony and struck up a conversation with a man similar in age. "From the bride's family I take it?" he bowed. "Ikari Gendon." The man replied bowing. "I am very pleased to meet the father of so great a man." "I am sorry, I didn't get your name." "My regrets, I am the people's servant." "Your Highness." Gendon was taken aback. "I am ashamed for not recognizing you." "I do not think you are to blame for my isolation," the Emperor replied. "Our families are joined. What do you think of your new daughter?" "She is strong and decisive, and loves life." Gendon replied. "You are very kind. My new son creates tremendous beauty and joy in his work. To capture the heart of such a one as my daughter only makes me appreciate him more." The conversation ebbed and flowed and then an official came up and handed him a note. "I must leave immediately." he said. "It has been good to meet you. I hope you will accept my invitations in the future." --- "Beloved, it is the custom to spy on the bride and groom in my house." "That is not allowed in this house, Rei will not permit anyone to approach the room unless invited." Kazeko knelt in front of Shinji. "Do you wish to undress me?" "Please, and you undress me also." Kazeko undid his belt as Shinji undid the belts to the outermost layer. She stood up and allowed him to unfasten the middle belts and remove the middle kimono. Shinji stood naked as he removed the inner kimono, he was naturally excited. He exhaled at the sight of the crotchless underwear that he exposed. "Please satisfy yourself." I was warned about your appetite. Please feast, and let me enjoy your affections." Kazeko reclined on some cushions and presented her charms to a very excited husband. Shinji positioned himself on top of Kazeko who gently guided his member towards her vagina. Kazeko kissed him softly, as he gently tried to enter her but failed. "Hmm." Kazeko murmured. Let's try a little lubricant." Kazeko gently applied some contents from of a small tube to his penis and some to her vagina. "Let's try again." Shinji attempted again to enter and met resistance. "Please take my virginity. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I want to be a part of you and feel your semen flow into my body." Kazeko placed her hands on the young man's buttocks. "Do it now. Please!" Shinji pressed hard, Kazedo's legs came up around him and drew him in as he suddenly entered her body. Kazeko stiffened momentarily at the pain and then relaxed. Shinji gently thrust into her slowly at first and soon built into a pounding rythym. Her breasts were erect, eyes bright and clear as he felt his passion begin to build. "It's time for me to decide." Shinji uttered quietly. "Fill me." Kazeko murmured, stroking his face. Shinji responded in seconds as the force of his ejaculation shook his body. Kazeko moaned quietly at the pulsing wetness that she felt. "Don't leave so soon." Kazeko whispered as Shinji attempted to get up. "Rest on me." His head rested on her breasts are she caressed his back. She was not surprised to feel him breathe deeply as he fell asleep. As Kazeko lay quietly under a sleeping Shinji, a tiny knock occurred at the door. Gently pulling a kimono over them, she quietly gave permission to enter. "Do you require refreshments?" Rei had a small tray with tea, rice rolls, and fruit. "In a little while. Place it on the table." Rei glanced approvingly at Kazeko and the young man sleeping soundly. Bowing, Rei quickly exited. About an hour later Shinji woke with a start. "Have a nice nap?" A sweet voice whispered in his ear. "I am so sorry, I did not mean to fall asleep on top of you." "But I did." Kazeko answered. "Rei brought refreshments." "Do you want to have some food first before enjoying your new bride some more?" Shinji nodded and slowly got up. Kazeko held a small towel under her to catch the blood and semen as she sat up. Shinji gently washed and then got warm water and a washrag for Kazeko. She gently washed the dried fluids from the external areas of her genitalia. Putting on a matching pair of black robes. They ate quickly, His passions were building again, making it difficult for him to swallow. Finishing his tea, he set the tray aside and reached for his wife again. Laying on her side, she presented her buttocks. She placed her foot on his hip as he entered her again. Nibbling on the back of her neck, Shinji gently enjoyed her. Kazeko moaned as she became more and more excited. Shinji felt the deep caresses of her vagina and felt his belly begin to burn as his excitement built. Kazeko put a belt of the robe in her mouth to deaden her moans. She began to thrash on the cushions in uncontrolled ecstasy. "OOOOhhh!" She now put her face in a cushion as she shook from the climax. She felt the slap of Shinji's climax inside her. "Please stop!" Kazeko gasped. "Let me rest!" Shinji gently withdrew and covered his shaking bride. "Please excuse me," she gulped, "I would like some hot soup." Puzzled, Shinji nodded. Kazeko quickly washed her husband and herself, dressed and left the room. "Quickly, how do I survive this night?" Kazeko begged the Geisha. "Let me guess, you put on the erotic underwear for him?" Kazeko nodded. "I thought I could control him more easily. He is not rough but his passion is overwhelming. You did try to warn me and I was so arrogant!" "You must leave the bedroom in your mind and go somewhere pleasant and safe. Personally, I go and cook, stroll around the grounds, compose a painting, write poetry. You might suggest continuing the wedding night in the teahouse, where you can watch the artwork and enjoy him in a different way." Kazeko hurried to the kitchen and prepared miso soup and quickly ate. Carrying a bowl back to the room, she offered it to Shinji, along with her suggestion. The couple left for the teahouse carrying the bedrolls, and a small change of clothes. Rei dutifully guarded the entrance. Inside Kazeko smiled and relaxed to the beauty and poetry of the calligraphy, as Shinji mounted her again and again. She felt her body distantly respond gently and firmly to her husband's demands and the resulting flow of seed into her body. Finally satisfied, Shinji lay quietly next to her. "Thank you, Aiko", she whispered before falling asleep. The next morning the couple bathed and then washed again as Shinji took her in the bathhouse. Kazeko prepared a somewhat late but proper breakfast as dictated by tradition, Aiko took the role of criticizing dowager. Not quite believable, as she was as attractive as the bride, but did dress modestly as not to overshadow her. Breakfast was very good. They then went to the studio where Shinji worked on a commission. He took her again in the studio, and again after lunch in the bedroom. During the evening stroll in the garden, Kazeko reclined against a large stone and enticed him by opening her kimono. He answered the invitation quickly, and with vigor. Shinji took her once again later in the darkness of the bedroom. From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 9 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But this episode contains strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language. I do not believe that there is a single obscene word or vernacular in the entire chapter. Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu --- Chapter 9 In a few days Shinji appeared in a hearing in court. "The petition to recognized Ikari Shinji as an adult is granted, with full rights, responsibilities and privileges." The judge read his decision, looking somewhat envious at the concubine and new bride that accompanied the young man. Immediately he filed for a driver's learner permit and visited the school in full classic dress. Requesting a visit with the headmaster, he then proceeded into the headmaster's office. He returned the short bow as short as it had been delivered. Stunned at the apparent rudeness, he reached for a paddle. "I suggest that you not fight my husband." Kazeko glowered at the man, her hand on a dagger in her belt. "Husband? Mister Ikari, just who do you think you are?" "He is son of Ikari, son-in-law to the Emperor, husband to the princess Kazeko, heir to Yamaguchi, master of Samurai, client to Geisha, Royal calligrapher, pilot of Evangelion Unit 1 and this day recognized as an adult with all the responsibilities and privileges that it entails." Aiko handed him a copy of the legal document. "Very well," he looked at the woman. "What do you want?" "I request the name of a tutor suitable for me to continue my education." I do not wish to put the school or myself in danger should my titles or works become public knowledge." "THAT calligrapher!" The headmaster glanced at the cards arranged under the glass of his desk. He had even suggested to the school board that the forms be used as teaching examples. "Uhh, may I get your autograph?" Shinji nodded. "Thank you, Sensei," he wrote. Fixing his seal to the card, he returned it. "Now, every teacher in this school will be afforded the same privilege, as will my classmates. I will return in the morning. I now wish to formally withdraw from enrollment." The headmaster brought out the forms, most spaces were left blank as there was nothing to prevent him from withdrawing without permission. Signing the form, he pushed it towards Shinji who used his formal title and stamp on it. Bowing deeply, the headmaster said. "Good luck and a happy life." Returning the bow. Shinji replied, "I wish you well." The confused old teacher did not quite understand what was happening as the headmaster announced a private assembly for his class the next day and the directions to bring a rice cake card suitable for a teaching example. He was more confused at the student conducting the class with the full knowledge and approval of the headmaster. He sat quietly in the back with the attractive young woman who accompanied Shinji. During lunch, Shinji sat with his classmates. Kazeko talked with the teacher and some of the girls. "What's this about you getting laid on a regular basis?" Touji grinned. "If you're referring to his wife, he is required as a husband to fulfill his marital duties. The concubine is available as the wife's proxy, should she be ill or indisposed. Speaking as a lady and a member of his household. I do not think such boyish talk becomes you!" Asuka glared at him. "Concubine, wife?" Kensuke perked up. "I thought Rei and you were an item." "She is a protector and fighter, a teammate on the NERV fighting force. Sex between pilots is not allowed." Shinji explained. "So who is the blushing bride?" Kensuke prodded. Do we know her?" "Her name is Kazeko." Shinji did not elaborate. "Talk about coincidence! The only Kazeko we know of is the Royal princess. She was married last week to a warrior and royal artist at his estate." Touji trailed off and stared at Shinji. "You? Her?" He whispered, glancing disbelieving at the stunning beauty across the room. Shinji's lack of denial was confirmation enough. "Oh, you lucky man! You must be in heaven!" "And how did this affect me up until today?" "Uh, you quit apologizing all the time, but you never rubbed anyone's nose in it." "Thanks, you are good friends, I should have invited you some time ago to the house. You are invited next weekend. Traditional dress is preferred. Practice your manners." "Lunch is over." Shinji glanced at his watch, got up walked back to the front. "Stand! Bow!" the classroom leader barked. Shinji returned the bow. "Be seated." Shinji continued the illustration of the styles of Kanji and Kana he used, pointing to the enlarged frame. The class was at rapt attention. No one spoke unless called upon to ask a question. The evening bell sounded, no one moved. Shinji went on for about 5 minutes and completed the lecture on the character. Shinji then took out his brush, ink and stamp. "I will dedicate, sign and stamp any card for you today." I have a few with me, in case you forgot your assignment. No one will be left out." The leader directed the first row towards the desk, It took about a half hour to sign all of the cards. "I bid you farewell." Shinji rose and bowed to the class. Kazeko drove quietly back. "I enjoyed the class, also I enjoyed not being on display, although the boys stared as boys will. Have you considered teaching?" Shinji shook his head. "I must still be prepared to face the final angel. Father is worried, because the pressure is on to shut down NERV. That could leave the world defenseless. The calligraphy and my music more than keep me occupied. A tutor will actually leave me several hours more a day in my life, which I can spend with my new wife." "Shall we say 'in' your new wife?" Kazeko smiled mischievously, lifting up her skirt. Shinji looked at the exposed genitals of his wife and fondled her gently as she made the last few turns to the house. She stopped at the guest house where she and Shinji enjoyed a "quickie" on the bed. "Ikari-san", the official looked uncomfortable as he looked at the young man. I have taken custody of a girl after the death of her mother. She is now an orphan, with no other relatives that we can find. I was surprised to find an original, signed card of yours among the family's possessions. They were poor, and there was no way they could have afforded it. Your agent's card was with the collector card, but he had never met the child or her parents, but he did recall a commission for a young girl. We can sell the card to pay for her food, shelter and clothing and have a fund for her education, we just need to verify if it is indeed a lawful possession. "It was a gift." Shinji did not hint at anything else. I will be happy to authenticate it personally, although any authentication machine should be able to do it for you. "She has already asked for a proper burial for her mother," the official said. "The 'Respect' card should also take care of it." "May I meet her?" Shinji suddenly had an inspiration. "Supervised, of course." "To what end?" "Guardianship." "What for?" "I would be very unhappy to find that such a well-mannered, polite girl would be institutionalized due to no fault of her own." "I see. You may petition the court. I have been appointed as executor, and as such, I have a great deal of latitude. "What became of the house furniture and tea set?" "Tomorrow, there will be an auction of the household furnishings to pay her mother's debts, it will probably cover the utilities, back rent and grocery bill." "Have the furniture put into storage." I will pay her debts and see to her mother's burial." "I am sorry, the auction has already been arranged." It will be at the apartment, anyone may come." If you purchase anything, you have 3 days to remove it from the premises. "I understand. Thank you for coming." The executor left. Shinji hired a truck and two strong men for the next day. At the bank he made a sizable withdrawal. Shinji rode in coveralls, as the truck made its way to the girl's apartment. The executor nodded to him as he entered the apartment where two or three people were looking over the furniture. There were about ten persons when bidding time came about. Shinji registered and received a bidding ticket he was to wave when willing to bid. The first few items, such as the stove, wall hangings and lamps. Shinji got for about 5000 yen. The desk was a little harder. He finally jumped the bid by 10,000 to claim it at 40,000 yen. The dining table was easier at 30,000 yen. He claimed the tea set at 20,000 yen. There was an assortment of kitchen utensils, steamers, pots, and pans, that he placed a minimum bid on and also won. He picked up the family's clothing for the minimum bid also. Various suitcases, boxes, brush sets, cosmetics, a calligraphy set, even the family shrine went under the gavel. Shinji quietly paid the auctioneer and received a detailed bill of sale for the items. "Was the auction sufficient?" Shinji asked the executor who sat quietly, watching the proceedings. "We were about 50,000 yen short." Shinji put five 10,000 yen notes in his hand. "Now you're not." Shinji signaled the men who had been quietly sitting and they proceeded to pack and load the furniture on the truck. He had it delivered to the house and arranged the furniture in spare bedroom and the overflow set in large room next to it that was seldom used. Shinji hired a contractor to build a small efficiency apartment in the two rooms that closely matched the humble dwelling. He arranged the furniture the best he could remember, with a few pointers from Rei about the placement of the family shrine. As the workers began work, Shinji and Kazeko went to see Tonga, Aiko's attorney. "So this girl, where is she now?" Tonga asked. "I don't know, but I am willing to care for her and raise her. She is a former client, and has no one, according to her guardian. Here is his card." "I know of him. I will petition the court in his district. This should be a formality." About two weeks later, Shinji was back in court. "The guardian representing the child will approach the bench." "Do you have reason to believe that the young man will care for the child?" "Yes, he paid her debts and saw to the proper burial of her mother." "Young man, please approach." The judge motioned Shinji forward. "I am somewhat at a loss to explain the legal power you have brought to bear in this matter, but I have no reason to deny your petition, so it is granted." Court costs are 20,000 yen. Next case." Umara sat quietly, she had been very somber, he hardly recognized her, she had lost weight, had suffered bruises, and hardly seemed to notice who had picked her up. "Umara-chan, I too lost my mother. You are an important person to me. I will try to ease your suffering." Shinji spoke to the unresponsive girl. He escorted her through the house and paused at a door. "This is your room. I hope you like it." He opened the door. "Umara gasped. She ran to the shrine, kneeling there, she quickly checked its contents. Behind the picture of her father was the precious card. Whirling around and dashing to the bedroom, she went through the kimono drawers and unfolded the man's kimono. Inside the folds was the shirt. "Ikari-sama!" Umara ran to him and hugged him tightly and began to sob uncontrollably. Shinji held her closely. "She is sleeping now. There is food in the cupboard, gas for the old stove, water, but no electricity until you turn on the breakers." Kazeko exclaimed, "You even used the old mats!" "Let her come out when she wants to. I want the trash chute checked regularly. As long as she is eating and using the facilities, leave her alone. She needs a little time to adjust. "Umara-chan," Rei called out, "The man who does the rice cakes is here." A child's hand reached out and grabbed him and he allowed himself to be led inside. Rei also was brought in. The child reached for the shoes that weren't there and then realized the slippers were all they were wearing on their feet. Hurriedly seating them in the center room, she left for the kitchen. They heard the sound of water and a kettle being placed on the stove. "We don't have electricity, but we do have gas, tea will be ready shortly." She lit a small lamp and set it on the table. Shinji waited until the tea was ready and served. "Thank you for your kindness," Umara began. "I will not be able to repay you." "Your idea about writing on clothing made me wealthy and brought much joy to many people, I have already received payment." "Who is the nice lady who was with you, when I arrived?" "Kazeko-sama, my new bride." "Oh, she is pretty." "I know that this looks like my old home, but it smells new." "Would you like electricity?" "No, I think it would be too expensive, although I could use some batteries for the radio." "When would you like to return to school?" "I don't know." "Then I am enrolling you Monday!" Shinji put up his finger to his lips to silence her protest. "We will purchase your uniforms also. I am now your guardian, and I may be a young man, but I still think you need to complete the lower levels. If you do not wish to advance after that, then we will discuss it." Umara bowed respectfully. "We have a communal dining room with good chefs. Aiko can make anything, Kazeko is well appreciated in the house for soups, and Asuka is a salad and bread specialist. Not to mention Misato is a really talented sushi cook. Rei also can cook very good traditional Japanese food. There are many servants, you may ask anything you need. You may also participate, and add your talents to the kitchen." You have a small allowance to allow you to go to the market, ask the purple-haired lady named Misato. You may also visit me in my studio. --- "Ikari-san, we have a problem at the market with a young girl." the voice on the phone said. "I don't understand, she just asked permission to go to the market." "She has no money." "What did the girl claim?" "She said that the cashier must have forgotten." Shinji dressed carefully and walked to the market, accompanied by Aiko. Umara was still crying in the corner. The shopkeeper apologized. "My youngest son was on the register, while I was at lunch. The girl refuses to leave without her groceries." "This child is now my ward, she requested the money to shop and prepare dinner for the family, I gave her 20,000 yen." "The child refuses to change her story." "May we see your son?" "I already checked the register and found two notes, I haven't counted out the register but he is often forgetful about ringing things up. I can't say whose they are." "I can't claim them without more proof." Shinji shook his head. "345693456544556, 345693456544557." Umara spoke quickly. Shinji gently asked. "What do you mean?" "The numbers on the money you gave me." The shopkeeper looked startled. "Would you check for me?" Shinji looked relieved. Shinji had Umara repeat the numbers and wrote them down. "The shopkeeper brought out a small envelope and compared the written numbers to the serial numbers stamped on the notes. They matched. "BAKA!" the shopkeeper raged. "Now I have a thief in the house!" "No, do not throw him out, at least not yet, I do not hold you responsible, He must formally apologize - in the traditional manner to Umara-chan." "And if he refuses?" "Any young man can make a mistake, If the recognizes it and repairs the damage, he can regain favor with his family and customers. However if he continues to deny the matter, deal with him as you think best." "I humbly apologize and beg forgiveness, I was inattentive to one of my customers." The young man groveled in front of the girl. "I accept your apology and look forward to meeting you in your place of business again." Umara stated gracefully. "Please get up." "Taking Shinji to one side the shopkeeper remarked. " She is a very polite and precious little girl. I am very glad that this matter is cleared up." "As am I." Shinji sighed. "Let's pay for our groceries and get back to the house, you still can prepare dinner if you want to." Umara nodded and smiled. --- Everyone was excited about Umara's discovered gift. "What do remember?" Aiko asked. "Everything. The good and the bad. It's why I try to focus on the good so as keep the bad out of my mind." "Many people get upset when I remember too much, it's why I was punished. My teacher punished me for repeating something that he taught that was wrong. I was frequently accused of cheating, so now I miss enough questions not to be noticed." "Everything?" Aiko queried. "Parlez-vous Francais?" "Mai, oui, Madame Aiko! Excusez-moi, Monsieur Ikari ne parle pas Francais." "I understand that Ikari-san doesn't speak any other foreign language other than a little English." It would be impolite to speak without him being able to understand." "I see. Any others?" Oh, let's see. German, English, Spanish, Mandarin, Cantonese, Swedish, Italian, Greek, Russian, Norwegian, Arabic, Hebrew, Portuguese, and Hindi. I don't consider myself proficient until I can converse with a native speaker. There are others which I study on and off as I visit a library. Listening to a native speaker is the final part. Most books only give a fair pronunciation guide. The English "L" took weeks to master. I was frustrated knowing what it should sound like and trying to make my tongue go there! The short-wave radio is nice because I can listen to speakers from all over the world." "How are you in Math and Science?" "Oh, fair, usually because I can memorize all the answers. Applying it is hard, it takes some time to find the right formula and plug in the numbers to get the right answer." "Aiko," Rei spoke. "The ability to manipulate variables and abstract concepts usually develops a little later in life, she may need another two or three years." "Umara, how would you like to go to the University?" Aiko asked. "No, I don't want to go to school anymore either. People are always mean to me and see me as different. I am clumsy at athletics too!" "University is different. There are many types of different people." "No." "Umara, everyone gives to the family as they take from it." "Generally, the young are expected to give attention to learning and respect for their teachers in exchange for the protection and care of their parents." Shinji remarked. "I will attend school and do as is expected." "No, you will do your absolute best! I will send a strongly worded letter about your gift to the headmaster. The teacher will be advised that you will not easily fit in. You will be advised as how and how not to correct your instructors!" --- Umara was strangely silent as she came home every day. There were tests to sign. Monotonous. 100%, 100%, 100%. Then came a letter about a meeting with the headmaster. "Ikari-san, it is useless for her to remain here. She took and passed the entrance exam to Tokyo 3 University in the 99 Percentile. We didn't even give her a chance to prepare for it. The school board has already met and awarded her a completion certificate in special session. I would recommend a job in the diplomat corps if she doesn't wish to go to University." "Your Excellency." "Shinji-chan, please call me Chi-chi and drop the honorific in private." "Thank you, Chi-Chi. I will have to get used to it." "I am the guardian of a unique individual who may be of service to your house." "Unique? That's all that is in your house, my son!" The Emperor laughed. "What sort of service?" "Well, she knows about 26 languages fluently and about 30 more at a child to intermediate level." "Now, that is unique! By the way, does she know Greek?" Shinji ran down the list in his mind and nodded. "I am traveling to Greece, next week, and need an interpreter." The need for the most literal translation in the cultural context is paramount, unfortunately most that speak Greek are scholars with a strictly classic Greek background, and those that speak it natively don't generally know Japanese. I have a meeting here with the Ambassador this evening, I can introduce her as a grandchild. Without arousing suspicion, we'll see how she translates against the scholar who I have tentatively suggested accompany me as interpreter." The Emperor was given a brief lesson on the structure of the Greek language. After the brief synopsis Umara gave him a choice. "The interpreter may wait until the end of the thought, and put the thought into a classic Japanese form. or begin translating literally with small explanations." "Hmm, let's see how good you are on your feet, go literal. Simply speak into the microphone and I will listen in the earpiece." The Ambassador had his own interpreter. The brief pleasantries were exchanged. However Umara began to detect that something was wrong. Instead of the polite forms being conveyed back to the Ambassador, the common coarse language was being told to the Ambassador, making the Emperor sound like a threatening bully. The scholar missed this entirely. Umara began to translate back what the Ambassador was hearing, as the scholar was doing an adequate job from what the Ambassador was saying. "How do I say it?" The Emperor suddenly paused. "Yes, in Greek!" He haltingly said it, facing the interpreter who was stunned. "STOP PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH! The scholar looked surprised to hear Greek come from the Emperor. The Ambassador turned and in rapid fire, spoke to the interpreter who tried to deny it. "I SPEAK COURTESY, YOU SPEAK RUDENESS." The Emperor elaborated in halting words. The Ambassador struck his interpreter hard, knocking him to the floor. "Umara-san, would you please be the Ambassador's ears?" "Yes, Excellency." Umara entered and stood next to the ambassador and offered her services, which the ambassador accepted. "He wants the interpreter detained and held for deportation." The scholar continued. The Emperor signaled the guards. "Treat him well, he is being held at the specific request of the Ambassador, but he may still be considered part of the Diplomat Corps." Umara dutifully translated. The scholar fumbled at the Ambassador's next words. "Not after I cut off his balls, and feed them to him!" Umara translated into Japanese for him. "What did she say?" asked the Ambassador. Red-faced, the scholar translated it into the Greek he knew. "A classic approach, but quite correct." The Ambassador nodded. "I must apologize for this mishap, I have no excuse." The Ambassador bowed deeply. "I extend an invitation to my homeland on behalf of my people. I am not talking about the state visit but a personal invitation to make amends." The Ambassador stated. "This is a profound apology equivalent to the kneeling position. It would be an insult to refuse." Umara warned, deciding to assist the scholar again. "I accept and look forwards to the hospitality and good will of your nation." Umara translated. The Ambassador brightened and bowed deeply. "Thank you." --- "What do you mean kidnapped!" the Emperor looked ashen. "Someone separated her from the tour group and she was gone. We dare not announce her true relationship, the terrorists would have a field day." The aide was apologetic. "Officially, it is a daughter of a Japanese tourist." "My son-in-law entrusted her to my care and I failed him." the Emperor countered. "Contact him at once!" "It would be best to wait." "This is your EMPEROR SPEAKING!" "YES, SIR!" The aide ran from the room. The Emperor requested and was granted a US tanker for a mid-air refueling near Turkey. The Japan Defense Force interceptor proceeded to Greece. Landing the ground crew was stunned to see a woman and young man emerge from the cockpit, show passports and walk straight through customs. The diplomatic pouch was wheeled behind them. Shedding her flight suit, the woman proceeded to dress in the Greek ambassador's command post. She had a fierce look of determination on her face as she strapped on a side arm. "This is a matter of honor." The ambassador stared hard as the aide translated carefully. "She is under my protection as well. I am her guardian." Shinji replied coldly. "We have the same goal." "What part of the Diplomatic Corps are you?" "My father-in-law is the Emperor." Shinji glared at him. "SHIT!" Shinji nodded at the English interjection. "We have full satellite surveillance and a computer tie in into the Internet with our computers monitoring and unscrambling all known encryption standards. I am Colonel Flowers, NATO defense. We have been advised to co-operate." "Stay low profile, just find them." Shinji remarked. "We have a demand note!" The Greek attache came into the room. "We found it in a letter dropped at an Athens television station. They did not broadcast it, at least not yet. We have 2 or 3 hours. I want a full forensic test on the note. We don't have weeks. Check satellite surveillance tapes." Shinji took out paper and ink and sat quietly in the corner and drew. "What are you doing?" "Clearing my mind." Shinji replied effortlessly drawing the characters. "Is there a place called Path of Giants? Kazeko looked alarmed at the calligraphy. "It's in a bad section of town." the Colonel looked puzzled. "If you have any operatives there, get them out - now." Kazeko strapped on a few concussion grenades, shouldered a shotgun and a Uzi machine pistol. "Are you coming, Shinji? Bring the M-14 sharpshooter rifle out of the pouch." "There is definitely someone there." The colonel looked through his binoculars at the upper floor apartment. There is one room with drawn curtains. There are six men in the apartment building, three outside, Kazeko announced. "May I try something different?" Shinji asked. "What do you have in mind?" "Knock, and ask for her back." "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of." The Colonel announced. "Well, it will terrify them. But there is something else you do not know." --- "If you hear gunfire stay away until 5 minutes after the last shot." Kazeko looked fearfully at the black look he had. Yes, My Lord." She replied in English to the surprise of the others. "I am created Death, the Shatterer of Worlds." the quote from Oppenheimer ran though her mind. Shinji casually walked across the street and knocked on the door. "Do you speak English?" Yeah, what you want?" "Please return my girl." Shinji held up a picture of Umara. The man's eyes bugged out. "You wait." The gruff looking leader looked amazed at the young man holding the picture and glanced around worried. "You got money?" "Something better. I promise to give early start from the police." Shinji replied. "You think you tough?" "No." "I think I kill you." The leader held a gun at Shinji. The body of the leader collapsed as if squeezed by a giant hand, his bodily fluids spraying the ceiling and floor. Half way around the world, alarms sounded at NERV. "AT Field detected! The final Angel? No wait. Condition blue. It's not an Angel, at least not yet. Remember the last one? I need the pilots here on the double. Shinji is out of place. Damn him. 8 hours? What's he doing there! Oh, no! The Angel may attack him without an EVA!" Bullets began firing at the young man, who walked in calmly as the bullets dropped to the floor without reaching their target. The men collapsed into piles of bloody tissue as if smashed by a giant fist. As he walked through the apartment, one terrified unarmed man groveled on the floor covering his eyes with one hand and with the other pointing at the door. He lived. The door exploded outwards revealing Umara blindfolded and gagged. Two men pressed against her were holding pistols. Shinji reached out towards her with his hand and a radiance, a shimmering, appeared around her and as it grew, the sphere pressed the pistols and men away from her. Realizing their danger the men tried to blast Shinji. As it got more hopeless, they tried to shoot Umara. They were squeezed tighter and tighter against the wall. Bam! A section of the wall crumbled and dropped into the street with the compressed remains of the men still attached to it. "Umara," Shinji realized that her ears were plugged with wax and also had ear protectors on. He carefully undid her hands, removed the ear protectors and wax. "Do not look." Shinji spoke firmly as Umara reached for the blindfold. "It is all very bad." Umara nodded and allowed Shinji to lead her carefully out of the building. Once past the bloody pile of rubble on the pavement he allowed her to take off the blindfold. The anti-terrorist squad swept the building. They found one terrified man still face down on the floor. Most retched at the sight of pulverized human remains spattered on the floor. The wrung out corpse of the leader was especially gruesome. Outside, three lookouts lay dead, each shot in the head. "What the hell happened here?" The Colonel looked palely at the young man with the girl clutching at him. "There is no weapon that could do that!" Shinji looked sharply at the Colonel, who became very quiet. "I will issue a statement when I deliver her safely back to the Diplomatic Corps. May I have transportation?" "SIR!" --- "What do you mean the signal is gone?" "It just vanished. Shinji is on a state visit with the Emperor." "He apologizes for being out of place, but it was a request." "Wonderful timing, but we were fortunate it was a malfunction." "No, the Maggi all concur. A tremendous AT field appeared, the only things we know of that can generate a field like that are EVA's and Angels." Misato looked worried. "Get the pilots here on stand-by. Issue an urgent request to the Emperor via the palace for Shinji's return." Gendon ordered. I want a full operational test, including a launch and target practice." Umara was back in the company of the Emperor and had quite a time at the Diplomat ball. All attempts to interview her were cut off by both the Greek as well as the Japanese state departments. "I can't write that!" The general looked at the colonel. "Fine, then you explain it. I tell it like I saw it." "The Glory of God appeared like a cloud, those that gazed full upon it were consumed." the general read. "What did the girl see?" "She was blindfolded." "What did the prisoner see?" "He covered his eyes." "What did the young man see?" "He won't say, I can't force the issue either. He has diplomatic immunity." "How, the son of the chauffeur?" the general smirked. "How about the Emperor's son-in-law!" The Colonel retorted. --- "Here I am stuck in this hole while the world goes on around us." Asuka moaned. "No Eric to talk with, not even Touji to leer at me. At least you still have Aiko, she has full clearance." "I haven't even finished my first month of marriage and you expect me to satisfy myself with another woman. I just don't know how to figure you out." Shinji eyed his teammate warily. "Well, she is your wife's proxy, the bearer of your child." Don't be such a simpleton. You have been enjoying her for a long time as if your wife didn't know it. Besides, she wants to be close to you. And yes, she still is devoted to you." I am sure that Kazeko will be fine without you for a while. She and Umara seem to get along well together." Shinji knocked on the Geisha's private quarters door. "Enter." Shinji entered. "Master Ikari, it was good of you to come." "I heard that Umara's rescue from the terrorists went smoothly with the assistance of the anti-terrorist squad." It was convenient to have an interceptor handy to fly you back." "This is important. Is the room bugged?" "It would be a major violation of the law to do so, and a direct violation of the Commander's orders. But I have had Rei personally sweep it from time to time. We have never found anything." Aiko unplugged the phone and set it in the refrigerator. "Just in case, remove your clothes, I will get you a robe." Shinji bagged the garments which were put into the microwave. "Now, you must in need, physically." Aiko began removing her clothes. "No, well not just yet, but I will embrace you after we talk, if you will have me." "Oh." Aiko moved behind a screen and came out in a simple robe. "What is it?" "I killed five men in Greece last week with no more regard than swatting flies. They had kidnapped Umara." "What about the anti-terrorist team?" "They cleaned up the mess. Kazeko took out three with the sharpshooter's rifle." "You single-handedly eliminated 5 terrorists." Shinji nodded. "One survived, why was that?" "He was unarmed and facedown on the floor begging for mercy." "How did you do it?" Aiko was intrigued. "You don't generally carry a weapon. You reacted badly when you killed the shooter. I did too." Aiko reflected. "That's just it, I used my bare hands, well it was like being in an EVA but not. I was standing there and activated the EVA's AT field. But the EVA wasn't there, Just me." "You mean that you can generate an AT field WITHOUT an EVA?" Aiko shuddered. "That's why you set off every alarm in the world!" "Pardon me," Aiko added, "I have the utmost respect for your fighting ability, but your hands aren't strong enough to kill a man!" "I struck them with the EVA's hand. Well, except the first one, I grabbed him hard. He sort of popped. The others, I hit." "Wait a sec. You hit him with the EVA's hand but you weren't in the EVA? Am I to take from your meaning that the AT field assumes the shape of the EVA?" "I think so, at least the hands do. I wonder what would have happened if I had kicked one of them?" "His body would probably be half way to the moon! You are probably lucky you didn't collapse the building around you! I don't find this turn of events totally unexpected. I warned the bridal candidates not to anger you, as you could level the city. I was thinking strictly as you piloting an EVA but it seems that the statement was a little prophetic. Tell your father nothing. If you do, you will never be allowed to leave NERV underground. I will ask Kazeko to be silent. There is another unusual occurrence you do not know. I had a tubal ligation before entering your service as a concubine so as not to complicate your life with children," Aiko confessed. "My surgeon can't find any trace of the procedure, and here I am, full of Shinji." Aiko smiled at the little unintended pun. "I think she is afraid of me." Shinji was worried. "She inspected the site and now only refers to me as 'my Lord'." She no longer refers to me as 'Beloved'. Am I such a monster?" "No, you are a gifted warrior who honored his commitment, saved the honor of her father and a nation, and defended his family. I will calm her fears and reassure her of your tender nature. Now allow me to serve you in turn." Aiko reclined on the futon and undid her robe. Shinji grimaced at his swift erection and gently entered the smiling Geisha. Quickly and urgently, Shinji thrust into the eager concubine. A while later, he sighed with relief. "Not so fast." Aiko protested as he reached for his robe. "Your wife requests that you fulfill your marital duties with her proxy." "I just did!" Shinji protested. "No, that was getting some relief from your concubine!" Aiko countered. I have your wife's underwear which I have been instructed to wear when I am with you as her proxy." Shinji was stunned to have Aiko wave them under his nose. "Would you like some refreshments first?" Aiko asked smiling. Aiko had been quite forceful and demanding rather than a more acquiescent personality. She copulated with vigor, passion, and joy, balancing her own wishes against those of her partner. "It was a lot like Kazeko." Shinji puzzled when Aiko finally signaled her contentment. "Thank you, that is the idea, but I enjoyed it too! They were her favorite positions, and desires, which I was obliged to follow as her proxy." "Oh, I am beginning to understand more fully. That was very kind and generous of her, to reveal her deepest feelings to a rival for her husband's affections. It was a very noble act." Aiko removed the underwear, and washed gently. "Geisha are trustworthy - even to rivals." she spoke wistfully. From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 10 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But this episode contains strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language. I do not believe that there is a single obscene word or vernacular in the entire chapter. Some strong language exists, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu --- Chapter 10 --- Gendon spoke roughly, "We have been on full alert for 3 weeks! Where is the final angel?" "Begging the Commander's pardon, we can't be sure it was an angel." Misato replied. "Nonsense, Greece has no EVA development program." Only an EVA can generate a field like that and they are all accounted for, including the flying prototypes. "Commander, we have new data. It took some time to analyze, but the AT field was that of an EVA. The doctor looked up from the readout analysis. "Please continue." "We have a conflict with the Maggi going on here. Two are stating that the results are flawed, but the data is irrefutable. One is stating that the results must be true, but the data be must be flawed." "Shut down further analysis of the problem before they go into a mobius loop." Gendon ordered. "Done." "Recommendations?" "Sir, I recommend that we at least drop to a heightened status, limited travel for pilots, increased security. Allow personnel rest and visiting family topside." "No intoxicants, however I will allow nicotine use topside." The commander remarked. "I expect everyone to be able to make it to their posts within the hour of being recalled or face disciplinary action. Pilots must be able to be at their post within 20 minutes." "We will have a helicopter at the house on an auxiliary power unit, and a chopper pilot on duty at all times." Misato suggested. Two of the three shifts rotated off the base, Aiko stayed behind and supervised a special meal for those unable to leave. Shinji, Asuka, Rei and Misato arrived home. They were gaunt, worn-out, with dark circles under their eyes from constant practice, lack of sleep and endless drills. Kazeko took a look at them and put the light soup dinner back into the refrigerator. "You need calories!" she remarked pouring a generous quantity of peanut oil into the wok. Mixed with rice, fish, and vegetables she literally had to spoon-feed the dish to the exhausted group. Misato was the only one functional. Umara fed Asuka who had a glazed look, Kazeko fed Shinji and Kikomoko fed Rei. "Plenty of liquids!" Kazeko ordered. Asuka shook from fatigue and Umara held her cup as well. Kazeko had them carried to the bathroom where attendants stripped, bathed and dressed them. During the soaping wash, Asuka looked blankly at a naked Shinji looking blankly at her. She was too tired to mention it, he was too tired to care what his eyes saw. The soak helped the soreness, and Shinji fell asleep in the tub and was carried and put to bed in his room. Rei was dressed in a kimono, and was placed on a small cot, asleep outside Shinji's bedroom door, the classic sword tucked into her belt. Asuka didn't remember how she got to bed but realized it was late morning and she was back in her room. Rei knocked. "Asuka, would you like a massage?" "Yeah, right," Asuka muttered, and then realized that everything ached fiercely. "Please come in." Asuka wondered if the stories about Rei were true, that she possessed miraculous healing powers. "I sure hope so." She thought as she allowed Rei to remove her night clothes. Stretched, flexed, and loosened, the pain left under the gentle hands. Asuka could sit up after about 15 minutes and walk in about 30. "I am starved, what's for breakfast!" Asuka came in and looked at a stern looking Kazeko. Umara also looked at them sternly also, her hands folded across her chest. "About 3,000 calories, young lady! Sausage, bread, hotcakes, fruit and left-over fried rice." "I ought to go see my father-in-law about this. An army travels on its stomach! You have all lost at least 5 kilos. "Rei, large quantities of high carbohydrate noodles, more fried rice and all the fish you can eat, you have to rebuild muscle mass as well. I expect you to eat fruit, too." Rei nodded. "Husband, there are hotcakes, buttered toast, raw eggs with hot rice, fried rice, and fruit. You are not as bad as the others, I suspect Aiko fed and rested you when you visited her. Still I was looking forward to your return and you were too tired to greet me! I bring you back from Greece all fit and in fighting trim and this is the thanks I get! Misato, I am blaming you!" "Me?" "The commanding officer is responsible for the health of the squad! Well?" Misato nodded her affirmation. "A lot of good the practice would have done if the enemy had attacked last night! They were so tired they couldn't even feed or bathe themselves!" Misato could only agree with the raging woman. She had allowed the commander to push the group beyond the training threshold. He had worn the group out. She had failed to object and was therefore at fault. "You eat too!" I may be angry with you, but I still have respect for my husband's commanding officer!" "I am finished yelling. It is good you are all back, please enjoy the meal." Kazeko lowered her voice. Kazeko sat down at the table. Umara sat next to her and spoke one word. "Itadakimasu!" Everyone looked at each other and repeated the traditional blessing and began to eat. "Now that you have been fed, I want you to refresh your spirits. Read, meditate, play a game, go for a relaxing walk, go to the store, take a nap, draw, paint. No work! I have given strict instructions to the servants that they are to wait on you hand and foot. She looked at Shinji, "I do know you love to draw, but you should not do a commission! "YES MA'AM!" There was no doubt about the identity of the house manager. Kazeko changed out of the work kimono back into a finer one, fixed her hair and carefully supervised the activities of the others. Aiko appeared and handing Kazeko a small box, bowed, ate from the breakfast leavings, greeted the others, bathed, and went to her room. "Aiko-san" Kazeko knocked gently, "I know you are tired." Welcome home and thank you for your service to myself and to the master." "Thank you my lady. I am very tired, I must sleep." Kazeko closed the door. "Call me when she wakes," she informed the servants. "Yes, you wanted to see me? Aiko peeked into the tea house where Kazeko sat quietly sipping a cup of tea. Motioning to the place next to her, Kazeko handed her a cup of tea. Aiko sat and also sipped quietly. "Don't compete with me, I have already agreed to your requests." Kazeko started. "I would not enjoy his built-up passions being unleashed so soon after my cycle." If you want two weeks a month with him, and he is willing, I can freely agree to that also. From his more restrained and gentle approach today, I believe that he accepted you as my proxy?" Aiko nodded. "I carried out your instructions, he found the act quite similar to being with you." "Excellent! I hope you also enjoyed him as yourself." Aiko nodded. "My lady, why are you afraid of him?" Aiko suddenly changed the subject. "You don't know his true face do you?" Kazeko replied. "I know it better than you think. I have seen him kill with the sword. He is a warrior by training and by title." "You haven't seen him kill - not like THAT." She muttered to herself and then resumed. "I was wondering why Yumari, who could hardly wait to hop into bed with him, suddenly withdrew as a candidate." "She was no longer in love with the dream, but found a soul-mate. You are reading more into it than there is." "He consumes you with his passion and your life dwindles." Kazeko went on. "Nonsense, I expected better from you than that stupid thought. Women draw the life from the man, and it grows in them, or am I just fat?!" Aiko motioned to her swollen belly. "Things change, yes. His life force is strong, yes. Or are you afraid of something that you can't control? I seem to remember a frantic bride trying to avoid the passionate embrace of her groom! Is he violent towards you? Threatening? Cruel? Are you humiliated by his actions, dishonored by his name? Laughed at by his friends or treated with contempt by his family?" "Who pities you?" Aiko demanded. "Is he lazy, or rude? Is he a coward? Is he consumed with self-importance? Does he despise the poor? How often have you had to go hungry because his coffers were empty? When have you wondered where you were going to sleep or if you could find shelter?" Aiko concluded her scathing analysis of the situation. "On the surface he seemed like a nice boy." Kazeko began. Aiko rolled her eyes at the term. "I don't want to be with him any more. You can bear his children and receive his affections." I will quietly divorce him. I will ask for nothing, not even the clothes or jewelry I brought with me." "Discuss this first with your father and grandmother." Aiko warned. "I have already made up my mind." "Rei will kill you." Aiko said. "I know." Kazeko answered. "It will save me the trouble of killing myself." "Umara will lose her mother again." Aiko said sadly. "NO!" Kazeko reacted sharply. "How dare you say such a thing? You think that I would hurt my little girl! I hate you! I hate you!" Kazeko clenched her fists, Suddenly realizing where she was, she carefully spread out her hands. "I am terribly sorry for offending the spirit of the house." "Please calm down." Aiko nodded. You indeed care for her and your husband. As we both share his body, You might agree that I am, perhaps, a little understanding about matters pertaining to him. Tell me what happened." "It happened in Greece." "Go on." "Umara was kidnapped. I went in to save my little girl. "I had all the latest technology, informants, wiretaps, satellite data, even multiple military databases. We couldn't even find a trace of her! Shinji sat down and wrote out the exact location of where she was being held, the room, how many men were there and even how many lookouts and where they were." Kazeko looked with teary eyes at Aiko, not sure that she would believe her. "When we got there, Shinji insisted on going alone to ask for her back. Everyone objected, but he was adamant. I don't know why." "Before he approached, I set up the sniper rifle and quickly took out the lookouts. I heard the gunfire and the screams and ordered the men to stay back. Then I saw it. It was like a glowing cloud, I saw a glimpse of it and it terrified me. The colonel who was with me called it the power of God. The windows of the building blew out from its force. The men there would not approach the building until after Shinji led Umara, still blindfolded, out and back to the command position. I inspected the damage." "Aiko-san, the first man was squeezed like a ripe plum in a giant hand, I will spare further details. Others were crushed as if under a huge foot. The last two looked as if a giant flyswatter had struck them against the wall, only the wall also collapsed. I am so grateful that Umara did not have to witness the carnage. She heard a few muffled noises through the ear plugs but couldn't make them out. There was one survivor, who cried 'Kyrie Ireison' lying on the floor with this hand over his eyes pointing to the room where Umara had been kept. I think it means 'help me'." "Lord have mercy." Aiko corrected her. "I can't be with him without remembering the total annihilation of his enemies. The thought of being close to him is terrifying. Some of men were talking about the return of someone called Mozesu. Others said I-raijya had come, others mentioned someone else called 'Jyaan', one called Shinji the 'Purofeto'." "Not surprising," Aiko commented. "It is like copulating with... " Kazeko fumbled for words and fell silent. "I won't put words into your mouth." Aiko spoke. "But I will offer my experience. It is like a tremendous storm at sea, being battered by the waves, just being able to hold on." Kazeko looked thoughtful and shook her head. "No water in this woman's body, only fire. It reaches in and finds those deep secret things and exposes them. I can't keep doing it!" "You are touching his innermost being..." Aiko suggested. "The source of his power, the strength of him as an artist and a warrior. You are unwilling to be caressed by it, to accept it, and so it burns you. I at first was unwilling to be carried and washed by it, so I struggled and fought to avoid being drowned." "And if I welcome and accept the power?" Kazeko mused. "Then the impure part that lurks in your heart will be changed and the pure Kazeko will remain. Your motives will change. Your desires will change also. But you will begin to truly love yourself - others, and him." You will begin to be truly alive." "I am going to tell you something very important. Tell no one else about what you saw in that building, use only the official version. You have only a little idea of the power a group of religious fanatics can wield. Your father knows the truth but has very wisely kept silent. Not even Shinji's father may know. He may attempt to exploit his power for his own ends or try and use him as a weapon against his own enemies." "Are you talking about Shinji-sama?" asked Umara who suddenly appeared in the teahouse. "Why have you not yet welcomed him into your bed?" Umara looked at Kazeko accusingly. "Your period has been over for a week and I can see the ache in his eyes." It was bad enough that he was apart from you, but you should have put him in your own bed when he was tired and in need and satisfied him with your breasts, and comforted him with your thighs!" "You would not understand." Kazeko started. "I think she understands well enough!" Aiko smiled. "If you will not be a wife to him, then you are no family of mine!" Umara spoke the last line as a challenge issued in the Royal Court dialect. Aiko stared at the sound of the ancient tongue and looked at Kazeko, whose face was totally drained of blood. "Umara. No. It's not fair." "Fair? You entered this arrangement knowing well what was required of you and agreeing fully to it in front of both families." You sealed the arrangement in the blood of your virginity and freely accepted his body into your body, hoping for the successful conception of the heir to the throne! You readily took the position as manager of the house, and mother of his ward. Now it's not fair?" Aiko gasped at the young girl's grasp of the situation. "He is too overpowering." Kazeko tried to evade a direct answer. "So yield to it, silly, and enjoy his affections!" "Just how hard is it to recline under him and smile? As if this is something brand new between husband and wife?" Aiko blushed at the blunt and forward language. "I remember the joy from the joining of my parents, I have heard your joy also, so why do you resist him?" "He walks with Death. He can kill in an instant." Kazeko spoke in a low voice. "I read the one sentence internal statement of the NATO commander." Umara replied. "It seems that you indeed married a warrior as represented, one that protected his family, your family, and his country. And for this you wish to avoid him? Will you go to him?" "No." "Very well, then, I shall shun you. I will ask permission to become a Geisha in training, Aiko-san. I believe your contract with my guardian and protector is still in effect?" Aiko nodded. "I suggest that you resume your original role as exclusive concubine, regain your influence and cultivate his affections." Aiko nodded, "It is a proper conclusion." "Stop it. You mustn't." Kazeko cried. "You're so cold, why are you treating me this way?" "I hear my master's spirit cry out the same way." Umara had no sympathy. "Very well," Kazeko got up, clenching her teeth. "I will pump his well dry and accept his plow until it is too short to till!" "Sounds like a good start. Don't forget to smile!" Aiko called after her. "I'll fix food and refreshments for you." --- Her black leather mini-skirt with a blue halter top had a predictable result. Shinji was straining to control himself. Easing beside him, she raised her skirt to show that she had on no underwear. As Kazeko had already applied generous quantities of lubricant, Shinji easily entered her and twitched with excitement at the waves of passion that accompanied their lovemaking. He gently cupped her breasts as his hips smacked her generous buttocks. He enjoyed the musky smell of her body, and soon felt the familiar burning in his groin. He decided to allow himself to release. Kazeko smiled as warm sticky fluid pulsed inside her. Kazeko lay quietly next to Shinji who was caressing her body. Rolling on her back, she held out her arms to her husband who again answered. The sweet smell of semen filled her nostrils as he entered her again, his urgency now replaced with enjoyment and gentleness. He enjoyed her and kissed and fondled her, the sweat and fluids mingling. Kazeko suddenly felt her body begin to come alive. The deep contractions started, the involuntary responses, as her cheeks filled with color. Her nipples grew hard. Shinji felt his wife begin to respond and it added to his excitement. "Oh! She cried. Her hips thrusting against him as she flailed around on the cushions." "Please hurry!" she gasped. Shinji increased his tempo and felt the ejaculation begin. "Oh yes! Kazeko sighed with relief. Trembling slightly, she relaxed under Shinji. "Want a short nap?" Kazeko offered herself as a mattress. "You might want to move around and stretch." Shiji replied. Shinji eased himself from on her and lay down beside her and dozed. Kazeko eased out of the skirt and top and carefully placed them to one side. "Maybe the skirt can be cleaned." She thought. Kazeko carefully wiped herself off and then washed Shinji's private parts. She went through her belongings and looked for something appropriate to wear. "The underwear? Too predictable, maybe next time. A corset perhaps. A little much today. I need just a little dressing on the salad," she thought putting on a pair of black sheer stockings with garter tops. Laying down next to him, she gently stroked her legs against his body. Positioning herself on her back again, she formed a bridge with her legs over her husband and allowed him to enter her again. Relaxing completely and closing her eyes, she was surprised to feel him get extremely excited. Opening her eyes, she looked at Shinji. "What is it?" "You trust me enough to fall asleep while I am joined with you." "That's different," She thought. "It could be perceived as one's partner becoming bored." Kazeko closed her eyes and relaxed, she actually fell asleep, but was rocked awake by the rapid thrusting of Shinji as he emptied himself into her body. She contracted her vaginal muscles and heard him moan with pleasure. "I am sorry I woke you up." Shinji spoke smiling. "No, you're not," Kazeko replied, leaning over and giving him a kiss. "Say, can we take a little break?" I could use a little snack." Shinji went and got her a basin of warm water and a washcloth. After she had gently washed her sensitive areas, Shinji attended to his own needs as she dressed and brushed out her hair. The couple exited and headed for the kitchen. "Got you! You go to the main room!" Aiko commanded. Umara greeted them and served tea and the evening meal to whole household. Several different dishes including dumplings, seafood and vegetable rolls were expertly presented. "Oh, my favorite!" Kazeko sampled the tuna sushi, the red flesh making a squid pattern contrasting with the white rice and green vegetables in the wrap. Umara next spoke very quietly to Kazeko. Shinji could not make it out, then realized it was not for him. Kazeko nodded her head and looked very relieved. Misato spoke. "While you were busy, the commander stood down the base to normal status." "Normal?" repeated Shinji. "Yes, I can get drunk again. Well, if I want to." Misato realized she had not had a drink in over a month. "Asuka, you use beer in cooking, don't you?" "Yes, in chili, bread, and many German dishes, why? "I have a case I won't be needing, help yourself." "A quite excellent meal, Chef Aiko." Shinji offered. "I am pleased I assisted in your enjoyment of the day." Aiko realized that she was not offended by seeing Shinji's hand resting on Kazeko's thigh. After the meal, the couple returned back to Kazeko's room and resumed their activities. --- The small establishment provided the bulk of the Ikari foodstuffs, and as a result, most of the specialty items used by Aiko and the others were gladly ordered. Mindful of the store's costs, Umara was careful to promptly pick up and pay for anything that was unusual. Exotic food items were usually paid for in advance. If an occasional fan of "The Calligrapher" hung out there, Shinji had made arrangements. The shopkeeper would offer them tea and soup and explain that he was just an ordinary man with a family and a gift. The shopkeeper was also issued a book of transportation, meal and lodging vouchers. There were people who spent all their money getting to the house and had no way back. Once Shinji paid to have a car repaired, but Shinji never directly gave out money. Those seeking a commission would be forwarded to his agent. Those wanting an autograph were asked to satisfy themselves with a chance on a package of rice cakes. Rarely did anyone attempt entry into the grounds. Most that did were quietly asked to leave, and left. Only one was ever arrested. He stood and asked an amused Shinji to "stop wasting his time and get the Master". Two of the groundskeepers pounced on him and wrestled him to the ground. He never knew that he had actually met him. The small store was jammed with inventory, however they were mostly only one or two items on display. The shelves were well organized, a small storehouse in the back was easily accessible and if sufficient inventory was not available to fill the order in front, it could be filled in seconds from the back. The store owner shook his head at the offered contract. His wife and two sons who had looked worried now smiled. "What was that about?" Asked Umara. "Another offer to buy the store and replace it with a large supermarket." "I take it the offer was generous." "Too generous. However one must look not only to today but the future. My sons are very interested in continuing the business. It is sufficient to allow us and them to live comfortably. I have wonderful customers who have made me a part of their community, and do not shop solely on the basis of price." His eyes twinkled. "The gangs are no problem either." Umara smiled at the remembrance of the incident. The store had become a hangout after school, the students buying a minimal amount of beverages or candy and eating it out front. Not content to be polite, they blocked easy access to the store and started scuffling over whose "turf" it was. Asuka had come over to pick up the ingredients for a German Chocolate cake. The nuts and special chocolate had come in. As she had entered the store through the crowd one of the boys patted her fanny. The resulting hand mark across his face was a price more than he was willing to pay. The store owner took a staff and flailed their backs as they tried to attack her. The store keeper closed the store and personally escorted her back to the house. About an hour later a diminutive girl showed up in a kimono wielding two bamboo swords. "So you claim this area as your territory?" Rei addressed the leader of the group who pretended not to notice her. "Yeah, so what, little girl." He answered without a glance. "I challenge you for the leadership of your gang." "You can't, you must gain admission by defeating one of my subordinates, and then everyone else first, before challenging the leader." He retorted. The leader and his group were fairly accomplished at kendo, the art of the wooden swords, and expected Rei to fail the initiation of defeating her first choice, a large and muscular boy. Taking down one side of her kimono to free her arm, Rei donned a protective mask and requested that her opponent do the same. "It is part of the art, we are not supposed to injure one another." Rei offered. His leader shrugged and then nodded. After donning the masks, the two looked to the leader for the opening signal. Opening a hand fan and waving it, the two opponents looked at one another. The large boy took two swings at Rei and missed. "Do you yield?" Rei asked. The boy charged, yelling in anger. Ba-bam! Thud! The group looked dumbly at the boy sitting on the ground, shaking the cobwebs out of his rattled skull. Rei had hit him twice in the head, the facemask preventing a broken nose. "Point." The leader acknowledged. Taking a defensive posture, the boy now motioned for Rei to attack him. Rei still obeyed protocol and looked to the leader to begin the second round. He waved the fan. Thud! The boy struck the ground holding his leg. Rei had swept his legs out from under him. "Point. OK, so you're in." "Who wants to fight me next?" Rei spoke softly. "I will." A lean and powerful boy spoke. "If I win, you will service me." He smirked. "If I win, you will apologize on your face for your lack of respect for women." Taking a few practice swings, he charged before the signal was given. Retching on the ground, he tried to get his breath. Rei had jabbed him in the solar plexus. "If you will get up, and wait for the signal, we can begin." Rei scolded him. Several minutes passed and he was able to sit up and breathe. "Shall we begin?" Rei asked again. The boy staggered to his feet and assumed a stance. Receiving the signal, he began a series of defensive sweeps designed to unnerve and distract his opponent. The sword slipped from his nerveless fingers. No one had seen Rei strike. As he was till trying to pick up his weapon, Rei caught him across the shoulders hard and sent him sprawling prostrate on the ground. "Point." The leader acknowledged. "Please get up," Rei teased him. "Your lesson is not yet over." "I yield." "Do you have something to say?" "Sorry..." "No!" the leader interrupted. "We do not apologize! You have won the match. So just be happy with that." "No, we had an agreement, you are interfering!" Rei's voice was ice cold. The blood red eyes looked like burning coals. "I take it you wish to challenge me directly, and forgo the regular order of contest?" Rei offered. "Any objections?" Asked the leader to the group. They looked relieved as they stood silently. "No rules." The leader declared. "No masks, no time limit; we fight until one of us is killed." Rei slipped her arm back into her kimono and picked up the practice swords and her umbrella. "No, you are too young to make such a foolish decision, I am leaving." "No, you coward!" He grabbed Rei. Suddenly finding his hands empty, he watched the young lady walk quickly away. He then realized something wet was running down his leg. Expecting to see blood, he realized with horror that he was urinating in his pants. His bladder was voiding and he couldn't control it! He clutched at his groin amidst howls of laughter. Running in humiliation, he ran home and stripped. Squatting on the toilet trying to stop the constant drip of urine for several hours, he carefully tied a small plastic bag to his penis to allow him to sleep without soiling himself. Unable to use the public bath, he had to use the shower in the small apartment to wash. He was feeling unclean, dishonored, and totally humiliated. His first reaction was rage. Then realizing that he would probably stay in his present condition if he attacked Rei, he quietly went to the little market. His former gang members were around, but they were well groomed and strangely attired in traditional blue hakama. One was scrubbing the sidewalk, another, the sides of the building, One was sweeping the dirt out of the gutter, another assisted a smiling old lady in carrying her groceries home. They bowed respectfully as he entered the store. It was a traditional greeting, not recognizing him as anyone special, but thanking him for his business. Gathering some basic foodstuffs, he realized the prices, although higher than a supermarket, were not unreasonable. As his purchase was totaled, he quietly asked about the blue haired girl. "She is samurai, you are lucky to be alive. She has taken your gang as her own and set them here to watch over this and other businesses in the community that her master and family may conduct business peacefully." "I must speak with her." "I will not do anything on your behalf. Her enemy is my enemy. But as long as you conduct yourself properly, you may shop here." "Please, I am begging you." "No. Your business is concluded, please leave." The boy got down on his hands and knees in front of the shopkeeper. "I know I have injured you in the past, and I for that am truly sorry. I know I have no right to ask you for anything, but please let her know that I wish to apologize for my disrespect." He got up and left. The shopkeeper looked thoughtful. He slowly walked home. The doctor was not helpful, he had suggested an appliance that was more rugged and comfortable than the makeshift apparatus he was wearing. Then came the most brutal aspect. He was reading some of his girlie magazines and realized in horror that his body did not respond. He next approached his old lieutenant. "I must meet your master." "I do not know you," was the reply. "Anyone who insults my master deserves whatever punishment that they receive. Anyone wishing to apologize must redeem the insult with a gift sufficiently valuable to satisfy the punishment." "I don't understand, sir." "Whatever you hold most valuable, could not bear to part with, is usually the correct choice." The former comrade looked at him coolly. The former leader's face fell. "No! Not that!" Tears welled up in his eyes. He steeled himself and went straight home. Getting out the title to his motorcycle to transfer ownership, he realized he did not know the girl's name. He carefully tuned it up, changed the oil, filled the gasoline tank, washed and polished the vehicle. Placing the title in his pocket, he carefully pushed the vehicle back to the store. Covering it with a canvas cover, he went inside. His voice trembled as he handed over the signed title to his motorcycle and addressed the shopkeeper. "Would you please give this to the blue-haired girl, she may pick up her motorcycle at her convenience. It is fully gassed and tuned, ready to go." "Did she buy it from you?" She shopkeeper looked puzzled. "No. It is meant to satisfy a sizable debt that I owe her." The shopkeeper accepted the envelope. "I will see that she is informed." He purchased a few snacks and left. Arriving back at his apartment, he was surprised to see Rei kneeling quietly at the entrance to his apartment. He quickly got down on his hands and knees and lowered his head. Rei spoke. "I received news of your gift. I decided to accept it and to bring your punishment to an end. May I come inside?" "It's a mess, but you are most welcome. Thank you for coming, would you like a beer?" Rei started to chuckle but realized that this was, in his own way, a very cordial and polite greeting. "Alcohol dulls the senses, I prefer tea, a juice or cola if you don't have any." A glass of water is welcome if your pantry is not well stocked." He hurried to the refrigerator, popped open a can of cola and handed it to her. Rei sipped and glanced at the suggestive pinups that decorated the hall. "So you like babes?" He nodded. "I used to have a pretty girlfriend, but she left me." "Just interested in being close to power, I believe," Rei replied. "Most women interested in dating aren't really like this." Rei waved at the wall. They want a gentle husband, a nice home, and the promise of children and being secure financially. But a proper wife eager to please a husband in the marriage bed will have no objections presenting herself in such a manner." "Marriage! Aren't you rushing my life a bit?" "I understand you were content to live uncleanly." Rei remarked. When you found you were unable to deliver your seed into a woman, you decided to seek to repair your body at whatever cost was required." "Not even the school gym teacher spoke of sexual matters like this!" the boy thought. "You think I will fix you, just so you can mount everything that bends over?" Rei glared at him. "You are a boy, not a true man!" "What do you know about real men?" the young man challenged Rei. "I have seen one destroy his enemies and rescue his loved ones, fearlessly go into battle and fight and be wounded while rescuing his teammates. I have seen how he cares for all those around him and how heaven rewards him. There are three men and three women sworn to his service." "Well then, does he get laid?" Rei shifted mental gears to a male perspective. "He has two women for his bed. He has a wife who respects and honors him, and a concubine who deeply and passionately loves him. If you think that prowess in bed is a requirement for being a man, he satisfied himself six times with his wife on her wedding night, and four times more on the next day according to her complaining. One of his women is pregnant." "What did he use, coke, poppers?" the boy questioned. Rei did some mental work before she understood the question. "No. Illicit drugs for pleasure or physical enhancement are not allowed in the house. Tobacco is tolerated as are beer and liquor. Even prescribed sedatives and painkillers are strongly discouraged. Mild analgesics are allowed as are antibiotics." "Huh?" "Headache pills and pills to fight fevers are ok." "Oh!" "A man produces life, beauty and wisdom and lives a quiet and peaceful life. To put it bluntly, your attitude about life truly sucks. You are interested only in your own pleasure, but because you conformed to the requirements of my code, I will restore your body. Take off your clothes and lie face down." The boy stripped as Rei watched disinterested. Rei stuck him sharply in the back. "Damn, that hurts!" "I made no promises about being gentle!" Rei replied. "The longer you wait, the more it costs to put it back. Get up and empty your bag and drink four large glasses of water." The boy obeyed, forcing the last glass, he realized that he was still naked and Rei was watching his penis carefully as the urine still slowly dripped into the bag. "Try and hold it, your bladder has been slack for so long that it will become an effort for several days to hold it." Rei had him lie back down and rechecked his spine. "You had a motorcycle accident and landed on your butt!" Rei declared. "Yeah, I lost some feeling in my left foot." "Just my luck, Rei mumbled. "Now the spine is twisted, and I can't quite free up the pressure." Rei had him lie on the table and tied his feet to the legs of the table. As she grabbed his arms, he tensed as she tried to stretch the muscles and spine back into place. "Loosen up! I need for you to relax." Rei urged. "Easy for you to say, it hurts!" he retorted. "Oh well, I want you to concentrate on this." His eyes bugged out and jaw went slack at the flawless white skin and the rose colored nipples on the lovely round breasts that Rei showed him. Snap! Rei felt the satisfying pop as the spine adjusted correctly. Rei turned and refastened her kimono. The young man was frantically trying to untie the bag from the intense erection that had appeared. "Hold still, I'll get it." Rei quickly produced a pair of surgical scissors and cut the string. Carefully catching the bag, she sniffed its contents. "A junkie! How much?" Rei grabbed and examined his arms, finding the needle marks there and on his legs. "10K a day." The boy answered quickly and fearfully, his erection withering. "Where do you get that kind of money?" "Working on cars and motorcycles, mostly, I sell some dope too." "Let me guess." Rei glowered at him. "It was great the first time." "It sure was." "It's another fantasy, like the pictures. It's not real!" Rei's eyes flashed. "I am sorry for leaving you naked like this." Rei began to untie him. "Please get dressed." --- "Just a word of warning, if I find that you are selling any more dope, I will cut off your head, and mail it to your supplier." Rei coldly concluded. "Hey, I am the product of my environment!" He argued. "Then wallow in self pity, you pathetic creature!" Rei replied. "I will be able to put you out of your misery shortly. There is no hope for you unless you admit that heaven gave you free will, the will to stand up and say 'I stuck the needle into myself for the first time and I will say that it is the last time'. There are no victims, only volunteers!" "I need help to stop." He tried to garner sympathy. "Nonsense! You didn't need help to start!" "Thank you for the cola and the gift of the motorcycle." Rei bowed politely. "The business between us is concluded. Now go empty your bladder. You are not that good of a dancer." From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 11 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But other chapters contains strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu --- Chapter 11 A short time later, three men in dark glasses knocked on his door. "NERV security, sir. We were curious why the First Child was here at your residence." The leader spoke. "Ah, umm." The young man stammered as the men stared unflinchingly. "She just finished paying for my old motorcycle." "Was she unhappy with the business arrangement?" The boy shook his head. "Good. That tends to complicate matters. "You had some sort of disagreement with her, at the market. I trust that you both came to a satisfactory arrangement." "Yes." "Very well, thank you for your time." --- "The young man's story checks out. Rei just asked Misato to transfer the title and register the vehicle. The young man was indeed the previous owner." The officer glanced at the emotionless Commander. "I want NERV plates on that vehicle, and I want it inspected thoroughly before she rides it." "I don't know why anyone would sell such a bike." It is built with speed in mind. It has a custom turbocharger fitted to the engine power curve. It gets excellent fuel economy with a High/Low six speed gearbox. The throttle is beautifully tempered in the low end for smooth control at low speed. The wheels are balanced to about 500 kilometers/hour. The body has been aerodynamically modified and is a joy to see in the wind tunnel. I don't know if there is a track where we can truly see how fast this thing will go!" The exhaust system is an acoustic marvel..." The commander held up his hand stopping the report. "Is it safe?" "Well, the cage and shell are designed for maximum protection of the occupants, including a passenger. One could flip this bike and land upside down in this baby and still walk away. A special harness anchors the pilot inside the protective shell to the vehicle, and has a fighter aircraft quick release. Yes, it's the safest motorcycle I've ever seen." The mechanic concluded his speech after a sharp look from the commander cut him off. "I want a traffic control interface system installed." "I can fit it under the nitrous oxide bottle." The mechanic started again and then shut his mouth. "Just do it. Dismissed!" "Major, as you are already qualified on motorcycles, your job is to train Rei to drive at high speed, I am looking at this as a contingency should we be faced with an Angel that neutralizes air transport. Rei and another pilot would be able to arrive at NERV HQ in about the same time as a Helicopter transport. I think her reflexes should have her ready in about 8 days." Misato blinked. The commander continued. "The simulator will be operational tomorrow. You will do a Tokyo 3 to Osaka run at 2 am in 2 days. Rei will be your passenger." You will complete the city to city run in at least 30 minutes." Misato phrased her statement carefully. "I will go as fast as I can under the conditions and demonstrate the proper operation of the vehicle at high speeds." "Are you challenging my authority?" Gendon glared at her. "No, sir! Your standing orders are the safety of the pilots. I am obeying your earlier orders, I will be happy to comply with a new directive." "Major, no new directive will be forthcoming, your interpretation of my orders is correct. Proceed with my plan." "Sir!" Misato marveled at Rei's progress in the simulator. She set turns, took to braking and acceleration out of turns. She easily found the balance point between speed and recklessness. Misato and Rei rode into Tokyo 3 aboard the car carrier. The motorcycle rode strapped down in the back. At 1:45 am Misato ran through the checklist. "Tires, fuel level, oil level, coolant level, gearbox oil, brake fluid, caliper and disc condition, and ignition wires check out ok. Now, Rei, this is a simulation of a pilot being out of place during an Angel attack. We must simulate a trip to NERV HQ as quickly and safely as possible. Air transport is out. Misato started the vehicle with the kick-starter. "The battery may be dead. Self starters don't always work, either." The engine ticked smoothly almost silently, the vehicle almost devoid of any vibration. Rei got into the passenger harness as Misato fastened herself into the driving position. "Are you ready Rei!" Rei nodded and spoke into the helmet headset. "Ready." "Let's go, Misato," Misato reminded herself with an ancient cliche. "It's time to put some excitement between your legs!" The cycle behaved well at low speed as Misato quickly took it up through the gears. At the entrance ramp to the highway, the officers waved them through and closed the highway behind them, The chronometer read 2:02 a.m. the speedometer read 100 k/h. Misato accelerated the cycle and shifted to 5th gear / low range. The hiss of the wind intensified as Misato settled to a 200km/h speed. The cycle's engine was a gentle rumble, the whine of the turbocharger was barely audible. Misato shifted into the high range 3rd gear and opened the throttle. She stopped accelerating at 250km/h as she began setting up and taking a series of sweeping curves. Rei was enjoying the ride. "We have a 20 kilometer straightaway coming up," Rei reminded her. Can we meet the commander's preliminary timetable?" Misato shifted into 4th high and applied more throttle, as the turbocharger began to whine contentedly. At 300km/h, Misato became uneasy, this was too easy. The bike purred as the striped lines whipped by at breathtaking speeds. Misato glanced through her peripheral vision at the gauges and realized the bike was a speed freak's dream. Engine temperature, oil pressure, oil temperature, engine speed, coolant temperatures all sat solidly in the green regions. At least one officer up on an overpass stared in disbelief as the headlights approached and almost noiselessly whooshed past and seconds later disappeared into the darkness. Misato decelerated for another series of turns. "Major, we have a 10 kilometer straightaway coming up." Rei requested. Our time is good. "Hang on," Misato felt her heart began to race. "Misato," Rei cautioned. "Flow with it." Misato felt the excitement change as she focused on the task. The roar of the wind in her ears was replaced with silence as she focused intently, opened the throttle and felt herself begin to merge with the machine. The turbocharger whistled as she opened the throttle and shifted to the highest gear. Rei could feel the relaxed focus of Misato's heartbeat as she streaked down the straight-aways and maneuvered with breathtaking precision through the turns. Misato decelerated and pulled up to the sign on the side of the road. "Osaka City Limits." "Time 2:22 am and 30 seconds." Rei logged the time. A police cruiser approached. "Please leave the highway, a high speed military vehicle is due in about ten minutes," the officer remarked. Then he stared at the NERV plates. Impossible! You averaged over 250 kilometers per hour. Misato asked for directions to an all night gas station. "I need to top off the tank for the return run." "Down the ramp, there is a small convenience store that sells high test gasoline. They take military credit cards." The officer answered quickly. Misato pulled up to the pump and released her harness. The red skin-tight riding suit made her already attractive figure stunning, Rei's riding suit was equally striking. As Misato pumped the gasoline, Rei checked oil levels. "We used about 500 milliters of oil." Rei remarked. "Yes, they have 20W50 it on the shelf, there is plenty of oil in the sump, but go ahead and top the oil off as well." A group of boys in a car stared dreamily at Misato, and eyed the motorcycle with envy as the two ladies ran down the checklist prior to the return run. Presenting her credit card, Misato affixed her thumbprint to the voucher and made a quick phone call. "Request permission to put Rei in the driver's seat." "Roger, we understand the highway will re-open in 25 minutes. We will drive at normal speeds if we encounter other vehicles. Roger that, the carrier will be standing by at our starting point. Rei fastened her harness as Misato took the passenger position. Extending the kick-starter, Rei turned on the ignition, fuel feed and jumped on the starter. "Son of a gun! Would you look at that!" She heard the boys exclaim as the engine caught. Rei rocked the bike gently off the kickstand. Misato, with her legs in the shell hoped that Rei could maneuver the bike at low speed, and felt relief as Rei gently accelerated out of the parking lot and to the entrance ramp. The officer opened the barricade as the bike approached and waved as Rei accelerated through the opening and into the night. The driver checked his watch. Dispatch had sent him back to the starting point on the entrance ramp after what seemed only a few minutes. Can't I even enjoy a cup of tea?" He stared at the dark empty highway. Off into the distance he spotted a tiny point of light. "Must be an airplane low on the horizon," he thought. He watched the light and watched it grow brighter. Glancing at his watch, he shook his head. "They must have had mechanical difficulty." Then looking at the closing speed, he didn't know what to think. The motorcycle decelerated and pulled up the loading ramp. Rei and Misato dismounted and began fastening the still running vehicle down. "Engine head temp looks good, coolant temp is fine now, turbocharger speed is under a thousand." Rei reached out and killed the ignition and fuel cutoffs. Time in: 2:47 am. Thirteen minutes to spare. "You really expect me to believe you went clear to Osaka and back in less than an hour?" the driver looked doubtful. "I don't care what you think. Just look at this receipt for me." The man stared at the credit card slip. The date and time stamp from the store in Osaka were less than 30 minutes old. A crackle from the patrolman's radio brought their attention to the patrolman. We set up a measured mile speed trap in that 10 kilometer straightaway outside Osaka. You went through it the first time at 380 k/h and the return leg at 420 k/h. Officially you did 400 k/h. Guinness in England has already credited it as the fastest round trip commute on a public road with a passenger! All without breaking the law." You just keep that 'thing' off the public roads during rush hour traffic! Major. Pilot." The patrolman nodded to them. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything." Misato and Rei rode sleepily back to the house. Deciding not to disturb the main house, they unloaded the motorcycle at the guesthouse. After taking a quick shower, they rolled out the futons and were fast asleep in minutes. "This is Toran-san, the chief designer and engineer for NMC." The shop foreman looked at his employee rather doubtfully. "Is this your bike?" The engineer demanded pointing to the print of the stunning vehicle with the two very attractive ladies next to it. "Korin-san!" The young man looked up from the picture and shook his head. "The smaller lady owns it." "I am not interested in that!" The engineer looked exasperated. "I want to know who built it!" "Oh, I did. What's this about?" "Just a non-sponsored bike built by in a small garage breaking a world record! Your name appears in every article as the designer, builder, and chief mechanic. We had a tough time locating you. We had to search the entire company database to locate you. This type of advertising you can't buy! This photograph and several others like it appear in every cycle enthusiast and men's fantasy magazine in the country! Not a stinking word about tires, engine, or any manufacturers!" Even a mention of the gasoline that powered it or the tools used to build it could be worth millions of yen! My switchboard has been going non-stop for two days for information on our so called ultra-performance line. Even the law enforcement suppliers are asking for information on purchasing our newest interceptors." "It's a stinking mess and you caused it!" Toran-san declared. "Screw you!" Korin answered. "If you think you can just march in and have me turn over my design, you really must have shit for brains." "I can have you fired!" Toran threatened. "No company in Japan will hire you!" "I can go to work for someone else. America is an exciting place. Don't you think? I have always admired the big cruisers. The German bikes are nice too! No, wait! England has prettier girls! Is there a nice country in the world that doesn't make motorcycles?" --- "Here," remarked the Captain to the two officers. "I have a court order for you to seize this vehicle." Dutifully opening the document, the senior partner glanced at the contents and dropped it quickly as if were something unclean. "Pick it up!" The puzzled officer ordered. The man stood at attention unmoving. His partner made a motion to retrieve the document. "No!" His senior's hand gently signaled extreme danger. "You are both suspended pending a disciplinary hearing!" The exasperated leader ordered. "Sir!" The two men promptly turned in their badges. --- "Forget it!" The wrecker driver commented to the two young officers. "Get someone else to do your dirty work. I don't care if you pull my city contract. The answer is NO!" "Every garage refuses to participate in the seizure. What is so special about this vehicle?" "Well, have you bothered to ask? Or are you going to blindly march off a cliff?" The driver glared at the two men. "Loyalty is one thing, but this is dishonor as well as stupidity!" "Sir, the youngest offered. You have us at a disadvantage. We are new to the area. I apologize for offending you, please tell us how we have offended you, so we may avoid this trap in the future." "It figures," the man answered gruffly. That house is the residence of the national treasure Aiko. Even if you have the national council's permission to call on her, I would still make an appointment before proceeding. There is no finer or gentler lady I have ever met!" He nodded to the small gold frame in the corner of the windshield. "That 'vehicle' if you will, ran Tokyo to Osaka- round trip in under 45 minutes. I ought to know! I transported the vehicle to the start point! NERV paid for the transport, it had NERV plates and a full Major piloted the vehicle. I would also check with them before you accidentally step on some powerful toes. Just in case you are totally ignorant of current events, the princess Kazeko lives there as well with her new husband. I also would check with the palace before proceeding. Now there is still more. The highway patrol now considers the ladies who drove it as members of their department. The Blue Ghost has been adopted unofficially as their mascot! I think you might use a little professional courtesy in dealing with them before you set off an interdepartmental fight. The vehicle's drivers even have a fan club in Osaka!" The driver finished and stared at the two pale officers. "Thank you for your information," the senior partner bowed. "Now what?" the junior looked at him. "We go back. Admit failure and take our punishment." --- "You bastard!" The judge looked at the affidavit and seizure order in front of him and looked furiously at Toran and his two attorneys. "You swore out this false trash and persuaded me to sign it!" If this is indeed the design prototype you claim, I expect you to have a documented paper trail a kilometer long, including drawings, engineering data, time cards, materials, test data, and the testimony of team participants. Where is it?" Toran looked at the judge and swallowed hard. "The data from the highway department as well as the certificate for road worthiness from the highway patrol for the machine's builder concur with NERV's story!" "May I see them?" "No, I agreed specifically that you NOT be permitted to look at them. They are not public knowledge and not part of the record! "I am now looking at facing a board of judicial inquiry instigated at the direct separate requests of the Geisha Aiko, the Royal House and NERV security!" One of the two attorneys quickly spoke. "I believed at the time that our client was being truthful." The judge looked at the other. "What about you?" "I had no reason to believe otherwise." "Spoken like true lawyers! Very well, you must both file affidavits to that effect with the clerk before the end of business today or you will be in contempt of court." The two men exited quickly to meet the deadline. "So, the rats desert the sinking ship. Your own attorneys have already decided that you are a perjurer and a thief. My first action is to rescind the seizure order effective immediately, and order that those refusing to act on it be pardoned and restored!" BANG! He struck the gavel so forcefully, that the handle broke off. He signed the order on his bench. A clerk hurriedly swept it up as he exited the courtroom. The bailiff handed him another gavel. "Now, I need to know. Who decided to steal this vehicle?" Toran shook in terror at the glaring eyes of the judge. If you decide to cooperate with the court, my fury may lessen. But for now, you face charges of perjury, conspiracy to commit grand theft, violation of the National Treasures Act, violation of the Royal Protection Act, Violation of the National Security Act, and filing a false report with the police. There are lawsuits seeking specific damages being filed against your company by the vehicle's builder. You want more? The foremost patent attorney in Japan is representing him!" The judge smiled as the blood drained from Toran's face. "Take him away. Bring me the prosecutor!" "If you sweep this case under the rug, I will bar you from my court! The people's faith in justice is severely strained by events such as this. You must pursue justice, I expect a complete and structured case. No railroading either, I will not tolerate innuendo or statements not based on provable fact. I will assist the defense in tearing you to shreds if you pull the public knowledge ploy with me again!" I want the case heard in 3 weeks, the board of inquiry needs a full demonstration that I was duped, discovered it, and took corrective measures against the parties involved." I can only hear the contempt case for the false affidavit. I must recuse myself in the other matters, but I would love to be there when justice is dished out to those vermin." Saku went through the formalities, greeting the NMC representatives. After everyone had been served. Saku began. "We intend to show the deliberate attempt to steal the property of my client and use it as NMC's own property." We intend to show the individual purchase of each part, machine shop service, and paint service. We intend to show the certificate of roadworthiness dated and signed by a patrol inspector with my client's name on it. We intend to bring in the owner who transferred title from its builder. We intend to show the party who witnessed the transfer and delivered the vehicle from my client to the owner. We intend to show the issuance of NERV plates for reasons of rapid transport of its owner at times of national crisis. We intend to show e-mail communications showing a clear intent to pervert the courts and rob my client." The chief attorney looked up. "You bluff a good game. No one has access to the e-mails; the encryption is unbreakable. "Funny, I can read this just fine." The attorney blinked as Saku swung the laptop in his direction." He verified the digital signature at the bottom, which validated the message contents. It passed the authentication program. The contents were totally damning. "Can we cross-license?" "Gentlemen, you seem mistaken that this involves NHI business and profit." "I serve one with an interest in NHI and but am hired as an outside contractor by NHI. I have already reimbursed NHI for today's meeting and expenses." Saku looked at the shocked attorneys hungrily. "My humble client had little but his idea and his job, the owner of the vehicle has paid my fees on his behalf. You tried to take everything he had. That is my goal in the courts, to split you up and sell you off to your competitors, to do to you what you intended to do to my client." The attorneys conferred worriedly, glancing over at the resolute Saku. "How much does he want?" The attorneys asked. "I am representing the builder and told you what I will seek in the courts, should you refuse to satisfy my client. You all know I have a good chance of getting it!" "If you think a bribe will make be back off; I owe my life to the vehicle owner who asked me to handle this case. I have no use for anything except victory. The time to argue is not when you see the blade coming down!" Saku smiled. "Call your home office and explain your situation, then when you have full authorization to make a binding agreement, call me. I will be waiting." "Now that you have the sworn authorization in writing countersigned by the CEO, the President and the Comptroller, let's relax a bit. Contemplate the honorable and correct action. My client can deal with mistakes and reasonable requests. He does not wish to injure any workers or leaders who were not part of this." Saku brought in the tea lady. After a quiet time with a brief tea ceremony, Saku resumed the hard hitting dialogue. There were only three attorneys left, the others had left, shaken and in defeat, by an arsenal of evidence and the keenly focused legal mind of Saku. "We will not admit doing any wrongdoing, but will settle the case." "Unacceptable!" You will admit total wrongdoing and correct every wrongful claim in every trade magazine before any settlement is made." "We cannot do that! We would be totally dishonored." "You already were, when you decided to steal another's property. Not when you got caught!" Saku seethed at the arrogance of the men who still claimed that their company had done nothing wrong. Saku decided to try a different tact. "If my client is part of your company, the settlement will be considered a family tiff by the public and will be quickly forgotten. But please bear in mind that he has twelve firm offers to work for your competition, both in Japan and overseas. All in the high seven figure range. They all have agreed to license the manufacture of the Blue Ghost and to continue the lawsuit to its conclusion should you refuse to settle fairly." "We will exceed any and all offers." "Good! I think we are getting somewhere. My client will require a contract for a minimum of five years which you must pay whether or not you allow him to work. During that time will have access to the latest technology and engineers in the company and be able to license technology from other manufacturers and vendors. Should you bar him from your premises for any reason, he is free to immediately work for the competition." He will head at your choice, the racing division or experimental wing of NMC." The property rights to all previous inventions and designs are retained by my client during and after his employment, unless specifically waived in writing with his attorney present! "That means he can license the Blue Ghost to anyone!" "That's right. It also means that if he is treated well and fairly, you won't have to worry!" Saku and his aide went through the settlement agreement and employment contract. Most of his requests were granted in the opening lines, but were rescinded easily through loopholes in later paragraphs buried on back pages. Saku felt his rage build. Then he let it evaporate in the quiet focus of determination and control. "In all my days of practicing law I have never met anyone so scheming, ruthless, underhanded, and downright two-faced. I thought that Nippon Bakeries was bad when I oversaw their bankruptcy and fed their carcass to Yamada!" Saku addressed the three men sternly. "I will not make any more attempts to settle with you. The tea ceremony means nothing to you, even your gesture of cooperation is a sham. I will recommend that Yamahana will be my client's next employer and I hope you are unfortunate enough to face me as their representative in court. Here are court injunctions forbidding your use of the name Blue Ghost and ordering you to publicly and prominently retract your statements of ownership. This is personal now!" I am going to recommend against selling any machine tools to your company or even bidding on any building projects! I will do everything in my power to weaken your financial standing. I am going to recommend against owning your stock to NHI management and employees. I am going to recommend that you gentlemen sell your stock after the announcement of the failure of negotiations. Good day, gentlemen and good luck in your future endeavors." Korin toured the testing facility and experimental labs. He looked at the wide assortment of automated tools. He was sweating profusely, the people thought he was just nervous. The next day, he toured the racing facilities, marveling at the high performance engines and tools at their disposal. "I'll take the experimental lab, please. I am still a tinkerer at heart." Saku who accompanied him, read the contract carefully and nodded his approval. "Your licensing agreement is in order; here are the blueprints and design specs of the Blue Ghost," Saku presented the packet to the chief engineer. "Sony is interested in licensing the game version." He smiled at Korin. --- "I understand that you need to stay in practice with the emergency transport vehicle. You will accompany the First Child as her passenger." Gendon remarked. "Any special provisions?" Misato asked. "You have your orders." Gendon replied. The patrol officers watched intently and proudly as the team ran down the checklist, the new sparkling metallic paint with custom calligraphy made the vehicle appear to shimmer. There were timing lights set up at many points along the route. Rei showed her special license as a courtesy to the senior officer who waved for the barricade to be opened. Rei kick-started the vehicle and did her checks. She eased it forward and then accelerated up the entrance ramp through the start point and into the night. "Rei, same as last time." Misato felt the cycle quickly gather speed as Rei clicked through the gears. "Not too fast, let the engine come up to temperature and get through the turns." Rei swept the turns quickly, leaning the bike deeply. The throttle opened and the turbocharger began its song. "Major, we're at temperature." Rei continued to accelerate. Misato was slightly shaken as they rocketed into Osaka and down the exit ramp. Rei expertly stopped the bike at the gasoline pumps and realized a small crowd was standing behind a police line. She and Misato got off and the crowd roared at the trim suited figures that exited the shell and doffed their helmets. Rei allowed the turbocharger to spin down before shutting the motor off. Checking the oil, the two went down the checklist, as a hush fell on the crowd straining to hear their every word. Cameras were clicking rapidly. "Top it off, same as last time." Misato made her way towards the store. Please, unless it is to use the toilet, just tell us what you need." The officer pleaded. "High-test gasoline and a half-liter of 20W50." A bottle was passed through the crowd into Misato's hand. The speaker at the pumps cackled, "The pumps are on, your bill has already been settled." Rei pumped the gas as Misato bent over the machine getting a roar of approval for her curvaceous buttocks. Misato smiled in response. Rei grinned at them and flashed a modified peace sign with her fingers. Misato puzzled over it for an instant. "American sign language, the "Y". "Yamahana." She realized. She made the same sign. A brief exchange occurred within the crowd and they began to chant. "Yamahana." One designated person approached and stayed five meters back as they were strapping in. "What do you call your bike?" "The Blue Ghost -Unit Zero." Misato answered. "Who is the driver?" Misato looked at Rei. "Call her 'Pilot!'" Misato fastened on her helmet and patted Rei's helmet. A hush fell on the crowd as Rei started the vehicle and moved it off the stands. She accelerated towards the open roadblock and back towards Tokyo 3. "That was the finest advertisement I have seen in a long time. I actually believed it was happening at the time!" the marketing head declared. It totally blew apart NMC's claim to have the Blue Ghost. Their dealers are totally pissed! Their backorders with their factory can't be filled! Korin-san! Your documentation is excellent, we can begin production to your specifications within three weeks. They won't be cheap, but our customers don't seem to mind." "I want the highway patrol barracks in Tokyo and Osaka to receive the first units if that is permissible." "They were one of the first to place an order, it's only fair." The president beamed. The Nihon Sekiyu Company isrequesting the permission to use the title "Official Oil of the Blue Ghost." "The same people make it for us. They will give us the oil to fill the crankcase of every motorcycle we manufacture in exchange for the use of the name. "Hmm, that's worth about 2 billion yen right on the bottom line." Correct, and another 200 million added to your bonus, if you care to participate. We have no official fuel, you might work out a deal with the chain of stores as the "pit stop of choice" or such." Korin shook his head, the oil is fine for now. I will deal with the gasoline issue with my agent, but I will tell you there won't be a flood of "official products." "I am granting the highway patrol a license in writing to allow their use of the Blue Ghost as a mascot. "By the way, Korin-san," who did the publicity rollout for us?" "Publicity rollout." Korin repeated and then smiled. "At least you believed it for a little while." Misato stared at the T-shirt that read, "Check your oil?" The pair of suited buns were clearly recognizable. The empty bottle sat on the bike engine next to her with the label clearly visible. At first she was amused, and then realized as she shopped through town that her buttocks were prominently displayed in every T-shirt shop, auto supply and bike shop, and oil display. "Free poster with the purchase of a case!" One sign promised. The posters hung in the oil service bays of the Lube-It shops. Misato checked the copyright information on a poster and made an appointment to see the Sekiyu Company. "Katsuragi-san." We have a license to the use of the Blue Ghost image to sell our product, I don't understand the nature of your complaint." The man glanced approvingly at her legs. "There is another image that you don't have permission to use." Misato turned and saucily flipped her skirt up revealing a pair of red leather shorts. Bending over and holding the pose, she inquired. "Get the picture?" The senior VP happened to be going by. "Oh, the model for our new campaign! May I have your autograph? Please don't feel you have to straighten up just yet. He stood and admired the view briefly and then paled. You are carrying a gun!" "Just call me Major Katsuragi." Misato straightened up, reached into her blouse and produced the NERV ID badge, I was carrying a gun in the photograph as well, you can see the outline of the strap to my thigh holster; the pistol isn't visible from this angle. I am sorry for alarming you, but I am required to carry it at all times in public." "I must be going, offer her the celebrity contract." The gentleman smiled. "Feel free to offer a little 'fan service' anytime you drop by!" Misato called Tonga. "Just fax it over, I'll have a quick look." He advised. "Retroactive? Why that's millions!" The junior executive whimpered. And how much oil has this likeness already sold?" Misato demanded. Misato opened the trade publication from the lobby, and pointed at the graphs. "Stop whining and sign." Misato turned and bent over again. She turned back around to see the dated and signed contract. "Your first royalty check will arrive within three weeks, he promised. "Thank you, it has truly been a pleasure." Misato couldn't resist bending over again. "Misato, you are such a slut!" she remarked to herself. Her checkbook out, Misato entered the Law Offices. She had not received an invoice, but the first royalty check had appeared as promised. "Ten million yen! That is one expensive ass you have there, Honey." She thought to herself. "Tonga-san did some contract work for me. I would like to settle my account." Misato explained. "You're part of Aiko-san's household, Miyako-san's sponsor. It was part of our service to her." "Begging your pardon, this was unrelated personal business." Misato explained. "She has instructed me fully when and when not to use her resources and contacts." "Very well," The bookkeeper glanced at the ledger. We have a two hour minimum at fifty thousand an hour. Misato dutifully wrote out the check for a hundred thousand, noting in the details: "Tonga/Katsuragi- modeling contract" and handed it to her. "Oh! You model! What is it? Clothes? Swimsuits?" "Motor oil." Misato stated. "Motor oil...?" --- The Judge looked down his glasses at the Board of Directors at NMC and their legal counsel that were present. "I have witnessed documentation that your court orders were dutifully served and received." The Judge called forward the legal counsel. "Did you not understand the need to comply first and protest later?" he demanded. "I was not authorized to accept the order on their behalf." The senior counselor replied. "Funny." The Judge looked slightly amused. "I have a friend of the court brief with the authorization of all three of the chief officers attached to it, that said that you were!" "Do I have to show it to you?" The senior attorney looked at his subordinates who shrugged. "Begging the Court's pardon, I turned the documents over to my superiors." "Very wisely said. Please approach the bench." The Judge showed him the brief. Saku's name was on it. The affixed document was the power of attorney document that Saku had demanded during the negotiation. The court orders had been served to them while it was in force. The language of the document made it totally binding. "Please remain here. The officers of NMC will approach the bench. The Judge looked at the arrogance of the three evaporate as the Saku's trap closed on them. Since you have no respect for this court, I will not allow you any either. You are remanded into the custody of the City Jail until such time as your attorneys can show total and complete compliance with the court's instructions." You will not be allowed any special food or clothing or unusual medical services during your stay with us. You will be permitted 1 unsupervised visit per day for each of you, and as many supervised visits as you need to comply." The Judge looked at the senior attorney. "Any objections? Good. You are fined 5,000 yen for contempt of court for your earlier infraction, unless you wish to join your clients during their stay." "I will accept the fine." "Very good, the Judge nodded. "Pay the clerk." BANG! "Take them away! Oh! Thank you Bailiff!" The Judge accepted the new gavel and handed the broken handle to the bailiff. "Ayanami-san," please go right in. The receptionist bowed deeply. Rei entered the office and glanced at the elderly gentleman who was with Saku. "Sen-pai." Saku greeted the small figure. He offered Rei a chair and personally served her tea and waited patiently while she drank. Ayanami-san, may I present Judge Honto. Your Honor, may I present my superior, Ayanami Rei." "Your Honor," Rei bowed deeply. "The Server of Justice and the People's Advocate, even your name does you much honor." The Judge bowed at the very polite greeting. "Saku-kun does me much honor. To what do I owe this meeting?" "You are the owner of the motorcycle called the Blue Ghost." "Yes." Rei looked puzzled. "I am discussing the language of NMC's retraction of claim of ownership. Saku said that if I agree to the harsh language they proposed, they may use it against me on appeal." "So Saku is a friend of the Court?" "Yes." "Then you are my friend." Honto was taken aback by the simple logic. It was so beautiful. The Judge began wiping his eyes as his tensions of the day released in his streaming eyes. "Thank you, Ayanami-san," he whispered. I will be your friend, too." "You could suggest that they purchase a commission from the Royal calligrapher "He Who Walks With Giants," Rei offered. "And if they publish that under special contract with him, you will release them from jail. The calligrapher need not know anything about the client. He only needs a general outline of the topic. They will have apologized, your order will be carried out. My master and I will be compensated." The attorney took the silk panel into the jail meeting room. "The judge rejected your last wording. He said it was untrue, that the truth has to come out." This is the original art that the Judge said that he would accept you publishing in lieu of a formal retraction. It was just delivered to us. It is awaiting your signatures." "Is there anything in the language that admits guilt?" "No. It simply states that two parties have their differences." They each traced the series of Kanji, complete with their Kana helpers, down the columns. "Fine, we don't have to lose face." The president took the offered brush and executed his name prominently down the left side. The second executed much small characters towards the bottom, as did the other, careful not to disturb the artist's signature or stamp. The attorney handed the artwork to the courier for the print and silkscreen work. As the courier drove away, the Judge came down the hall. "I will arrange for your release pending a small hearing." "It is the verdict of this court that the words of the calligraphy titled 'The Disagreement' be the opinion and judgement of this court. As the calligraphy was commissioned and agreed to by the defendants as well, I take it that there will be no further objections or motions for appeal?" The Judge looked at the first man. "Please speak clearly in your own words for the record," he requested. "I have no objections." The first man answered. "I am completely satisfied." The second man responded. "The court is fair and just in its verdict." The third man responded. "Counsel? Please speak for the record." The Judge prompted. "I waive all motions for appeal." I accept the verdict and judgement of this court as final. "Tap. Tap." The judge took the head of the broken gavel and tapped it gently against the top of the bench. "These proceedings are closed. You are free to go." "Please send this with my apologies to my friend." The Judge handed him the pieces of the broken gavel. The bailiff was stunned to see the Judge crying. "The bastards cheated justice. Heaven was not on our side today." The bailiff quickly wrote out a note. "I thank you for your assistance in bringing the case to a close, may Heaven administer Justice in her own way." The Judge signed and stamped the note. "Thank you, Bailiff. I will probably not be on the bench much longer." "Did you not hear?" The Bailiff asked, "All complaints against you have been dropped." The board of inquiry against you has been dismissed. "You were praised in the letters withdrawing charges for your rapid and fervent pursuit of justice." The Bailiff continued. "But she slipped by, I could not hold her." The Judge had started crying again. "Your Honor, please go to chambers and try to relax, the people who were injured are satisfied, please don't take it so hard." "Yes, you are right." Judge Honto looked up and saw Rei smiling at him. "Your Honor." "Sen-pai." Rei looked startled. The Bailiff was aghast at the use of a title meant for a superior colleague. "My dear friend Ayanami-san." Honto offered a more appropriate title. "Please fetch the package and present it to her." He spoke to the Bailiff. "She is the one who advised me on today's proceedings." Rei read the note and positively beamed. "Your Honor, your words are sweetness to my heart." "The Bailiff wrote them." "But he knows your feelings. Don't be troubled." Rei looked alarmed at the extremities of the Judge and noticed a bluish tinge around his lips and fingernails. "Your Honor, please lie down immediately! Bailiff, get him two aspirin and a glass of water immediately unless he can't take it." Rei snatched a cushion off a chair for his head. Officer, we have a cardiac emergency occurring with his Honor. If you know CPR, get over here, if not, keep everyone back until the Medical Transport arrives. Rei popped out her cell phone and plugged the headset in. "Goroni." Rei spoke the speed dial code into her cell phone. "Transfer to Paramedic Emergency Services." "This is "the Healer" TGH ID # 465132. Designation: Physical Therapist. I am dealing with a massive heart attack at Tokyo 3 General Sessions Court 2G. Male 100 kilos approximately, 60 years of age, no prior history, mediations include:" The bailiff held up the bottles. "Multi-vitamin supplements, and calcium supplement, chinese herb stimulant ben-chuwa. Has no reaction history to aspirin, I am prepared to administer two tablets with water. Vital signs as follows BP 80 over 50. Pulse 120. Roger, administering two aspirin with water. Rei nodded to the bailiff who helped Honto swallow the tablets. Breathing rate 25 and shallow, blue lips and nails. Arythmia in the right ventricle. Moderate congestion in the left lung. Stand by on other vitals. Approximately 60 percent blockage in the pulmonary artery to the left ventricle, 85 percent blockage to the right. Rei reached into a small purse peeled and attached the electrodes and and attached a wiring harness to her patient's chest. She plugged the pickups into a special jack on the side of her cell phone. Roger, sending EKG. Request air transport immediately. Roger a cardiac care unit team will be standing by. He needs an angioplasty or bypass ASAP! Repeat, Dispatch, unable to transport, Waiting on air ambulance. Request ETA. Roger. Patient is going into cardiac arrest. Beginning CPR." Thump! Rei's small fist caused the torso to jump as she struck his sternum hard. No one moved. "I need someone to breathe for him. Now!" The bailiff expertly moved in, removing the judge's dentures and pocketing them. Checking for loose objects he tipped his patient's chin up and began artificial respiration. "One, two, three, four, five, breath!" The two worked in concert as she refused to let the darkness swallow him. "No! You can't have him!" Rei's eyes flashed. "It is not his time!" "No one dared speak, it defied reason, but the contest between Rei and the darkness was frightening, real and tangible. The transport team came in almost ten minutes later and took over from the bailiff. They worked with Rei as they readied the patient, who was still in total arrest. "Clear!" The body jerked from the electric shock. The strip showed the drumbeat of life. The skin began to turn pink as the oxygen from the breathing tube infused the man's lungs. Administering drugs, they moved outside to the waiting helicopter. Rei yielded her patient to them and stood back as the helicopter lifted off. Running back towards the courtroom, She noticed the bailiff holding a small package and an umbrella. Accepting them graciously, she asked if he needed transportation to the hospital. Tossing him a spare helmet out of the rear trunk, she assisted him in strapping in. "I'll go easy for you." "No!" I'll just shut my eyes." Rei opened the fuel shutoff and turned the key. The engine started and the bailiff shut his eyes as the street and traffic seemed to leap at them. The traffic was heavy, but Rei never seemed to let off the gas, The wind roared, something made a shrill sound, he held Rei's waist gently, taking a glimpse here and there and then closing his eyes again." "We're here. Rei grabbed inside her blouse finding the hospital ID which she then displayed on the outside. Escorting the bailiff though the maze of corridors, she deposited him at the Cardiac Care Unit waiting room. "I'll be right back." Checking with the nurse at the desk, Rei made her way to the procedure room. Ayanami-san! The cardiac surgeon looked up as from threading the catheter into Honto's leg. Honto was mildly sedated, on oxygen, but appeared to be resting comfortably. "We are going for the major blockage to the right pulmonary artery, according to your diagnosis. Goroni doesn't waste his time arguing with you, so I won't either. I need a few pictures to guide me, though." He injected the dye looking at the monitor and positioned the balloon prior to the blockage. "One, two, three, inflate. Two, three, deflate. Rest." He repeated the procedure three times and opened the partially blocked artery. "Can you give me a flow estimate, Healer?" Rei took the offered stethoscope,listened and gently felt the chest of her patient. "94 to 98 percent clear. Very well done." He unthreaded the apparatus and closed the artery. "How are you feeling, Honto-san?" The judge looked at him through a mild haze. "Better." "We will see how your other side responds to diet and medication first, before we attempt to clean out that side as well." "Doctor, may I bring in a close friend of his?" Yes, unless it will excite him." Do not worry, he has a calming nature." Rei swiftly made her way back to the waiting room. "You should have surrendered me, both of you," the Judge began. "No, you missed Justice, but She came back for you," the bailiff corrected him gently, "and rescued you from the darkness." "The judge seemed content with the words and drifted off to sleep. The orderlies gently put him in the Cardiac Care Unit and wired him up to the monitors. The heartbeat was strong and regular. Rei checked in with NERV dispatch and gently ordered the bailiff out of Honto's room and back to the waiting room. The dentures from the bailiff's pocket were left next to his bed. "I have asked the nurses to be aware of your influence, to call you should he ask for you or be in trouble. Otherwise, please let him rest. I have made arrangements for a bed in a vacant room, or you may catch a nap on my cot in the lounge. I need to confer with a colleague for several hours." The Bailiff nodded. "Thank you, I am just fine. Rei turned and strode down the hall purposely. Several people stepped back out of the way allowing her freedom to pass. Nurses bowed gently in respect, Rei returned the bows gracefully. At nine at night Goroni began rounds, the students mumbling about the ridiculous hour. At eleven the students were still shaking their heads at the rapid uncanny diagnoses that the Healer had delivered. "That is your lesson!" Goroni blasted them. For all of our tools and methods, medicine is still an art! We will never stop learning! Don't close your mind to the gifts of nature and the opportunities and wonders it has for you. Dismissed." Goroni then escorted his contemporary to the severe trauma and reconstruction area to look at some of his patients. Honto's family appeared and took over for the bailiff who Rei took to the cafeteria. She then quietly drove him back to his apartment, as the trains were not running at that hour. She graciously accepted an offered cup of tea but drank it as quickly as possible due to the late hour and departed. Rei came upon a small band of young men, kneeling silently outside the gate. Seeing the motorcycle, they rose, and unlocked the gate for her. As they re-locked the gate, all but two had entered. The main group marched into a stone barracks and retired for the evening. The two on the outside stood watch on the sidewalk. Every four hours, another two stood watch. "Please calm down, your Honor!" the nurses pleaded to the chuckling and roaring man. "Oh, my! It's so PERFECT!" he added. The absolute and total beauty, the sublime nature of it all, it is the total peace and justification of my existence! The Bailiff was right! Justice is a polite little blue-hair lady with marvelous red eyes that drives a motorcycle!" The heart specialist quickly checked him out. His spirit is great! He is not injuring himself. The condition of his body will follow his spirit in short order." He may return home. If he is doing this well in another week, I'll certify him fit to return to work!" "This is all your fault! You threw away our appeals!" The president screamed at his legal advisor. "On what grounds could we appeal?" The attorney glared. "You read the document and agreed to the terms." Shall I remind you of your statement for the record in front of the judge? If you attempt to order the silkscreen prints down before the end of the required 90 days, I will personally file a brief against you! Justice has personally come and grabbed you in her jaws. She will not let go until she is satisfied. I do not want to be bitten as well! The NMC motorcycle shops and showrooms stood empty. The mechanics and salespeople were too ashamed to go to work, and too fearful of the vigilant public and the courts to remove the signs. Customers were ashamed to go there to service their bikes. Newspapers ran articles on the "Apology of NMC." It showed up in every daily, weekly and monthly. Shinji issued a statement declaring it freely publishable, as long as it was in complete form, by any means. Every T-shirt shop in the country began printing it. It ran on huge billboards. It was reproduced on huge banners. Yamahana displayed it prominently upside down. One competitor had it displayed with the right edge up, another, with the left side up. American, English and German dealers offered independent scholarly translations of the various orientations. There were mirrored variations, a criss-cross version. No matter what, the calligraphy, when displayed and read in any but the classical sense, was a total admission of a long stream of abuses. Number games using all sorts of systems, worked as well. Even games were being played the kana helps. Yamahana began offering a "removal service" where the NMC logo was removed from the motorcycle and a generic Yamahana logo was installed in its place. Yamahana at first bought after market parts for its new customer base, then designed and began manufacturing their own replacement parts under their own name. A best selling book on reading the calligraphy hit the newsstands. It remained on the best seller list over 8 weeks. At Saku's prompting, Yamahana quietly advertised for and offered NMC mechanics positions in its dealerships and independent service centers. Naturally, the mechanics contacted their old customers. Saku had been quietly selling NMC short in huge volume in his personal portfolio. He now bought huge chunks of stock to recover his position, paying a fraction of its former worth, and reaping billions of yen in profit. Boro and NHI made more money selling that one stock short, than in the entire year with all of his business with NHI. He caused a massive profit in the employee pension fund. At the end of ninety days, the hemorrhaging company declared bankruptcy, trading in the stock was suspended. They were denied protection from their creditors. 30 days later Yamahana purchased the remnants of the once proud giant, especially their impressive R&D labs, racing team and patent holdings. Yamahana dismissed the pending suits against its rival who no longer existed. Surprisingly, an inquiry was made to the creditors for the original silk rendering of "The Disagreement." An offer was made for it, and quickly accepted. No signed reproductions of it were ever done. Honto had it hung it behind him in his courtroom. Aiko gave birth to a girl later on in the month. A physician from NERV attended her in her room, Shinji and Kazeko were with her. Due to her good physical condition, she delivered easily, and soon had the child nursing at her breast. "Do you have a name?" asked the doctor filling out the birth documents. "Call her after my mother, 'Yui'," Shinji said. --- From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Chapter 12 Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. This story was not originally intended as lemon, But other chapters contains strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. I attempted to describe sexual intimacy with appropriate language. Some strong language exists in this chapter, but I thought that the situation called for it. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. Teisu --- Chapter 12 --- "The third impact will not occur, if things are allowed to continue as they are." The third monolith spoke in the circle of the Seele members. "Please explain your reasoning," number one proded. "I agree with you, but would like you to clarify yourself for the benefit of the others." "The angels have a problem, a prophet has arisen from the people, has interceded on behalf of the world. The angels will not move against God and against his Anointed." "We just should kill the prophet, and let Gendon deal with the angels when they return." Number six spoke. "Baka!" Number one spoke sharply. "A simpleton's response. You do not realize that the prime weapon of Gendon IS the Prophet." "Eva?" "No, the boy Shinji." "There are other pilots." "He is the driving force, and the team leader. Would you send a demoralized, and mourning team out to face a vengeful enemy? You can be sure the angels will attack the instant that he is dead." "Have Gendon confine him and train his replacement." Number three suggested. "Under what pretext?" "Security risk. We can release some of the details of the Greek incident. We can say that the angels do his bidding." "The public will turn against him." Number four spoke. "Public? No, tell only Gendon. I mean let him 'discover' this information." "I see, if anything goes wrong, we cannot be blamed." Number six agreed. "I take it then, that we are agreed?" Number one closed the meeting. The monoliths faded. --- "Major, a there is a suspected security risk to NERV. You are ordered to confine the subject and arrange for the transfer of duties while the investigation is conducted." "Sir! I can have the subject arrested and confined immediately!" Misato took the orders and glanced through them. Her eyes wide, she glared at the Commander. "How dare you! You owe him your life! He fathered your granddaughter! I think of him as my own family, and you expect me to do this?" "Major, are you refusing a direct order?" "No, Sir!" Misato realized that Shinji would be worse off without her in NERV. Getting arrested also would not help matters. "I will handle this and will do as ordered." --- "What do you mean confined?" "Please don't make this difficult. I am confining you in an apartment and allowing you visitors; or if you make this hard, I can lock you in a cell." Shinji's eyes narrowed. "Place me in a cell in maximum security." "That way, you can't be blamed when I escape." --- Misato's eyes were wet, Shinji was stripped naked, issued a paper uniform, his hands and feet were manacled to a waist chain which was chained to the far wall inside the cell. His meals were liquid, and drunk from a plastic bag. No talking was allowed. No visitors were allowed. Permission was even required to urinate or defecate. In case the contents needed to be examined, he could not even flush the toilet. She left the cell block stiffly as the massive 18 cm thick steel door hissed shut and the securing bolts shot home. "Prisoner Ikari is safely held in maximum security." Misato reported mechanically. "Max? I said just to confine him." "In my judgement, the risk of escape warranted Max." Misato replied. "Thank you, Major." Gendon spoke breaking a long silence. "Dismissed." --- "Where is my client?" Aiko demanded. "You are in violation of the law by holding him!" Gendon did not like dealing with Aiko when she was angry. In fact he had never experienced it before. "He is safe. Besides this is a NERV security matter and supercedes any civil or criminal laws. Shinji chose his own place of confinement by refusing to cooperate. He could have stayed in an apartment, or even with your co-operation, with you!" "I see. Commander, as a former security operative of NERV, I would like to interrogate the prisoner." "Any other motives in mind?" "Conjugal visit. The contract which lists you as second with me is still in effect." Aiko reminded him. "I also request the prisoner have access to paper, brush and ink." "No, to both requests. He chose Max. Should he wish to be with his family, he will wait until he is cleared or agrees not to attempt escape." Gendon spoke firmly. "I want you to remember where her father is when you see your granddaughter again." Aiko replied. "You are behaving coldly, but not with malice, so I see no reason to deny you visiting rights to see her. Should I expect you at the normal time?" Gendon nodded and Aiko spun around and hurriedly left. "Rei is totally non-cooperative." "Asuka's synch rate is about thirty percent, down forty points. Misato reported on the pilots. "Rei is WHAT?" Gendon was stunned. "Non-cooperative. Disobedient. Downright rude. She refused even to suit up after being dragged here. I threatened her with court-martial and she asked if she could be put into a cell next to Shinji's. I sent her home." "Basically you have one pilot now. Well sort of..." "At the rate she is dropping, she will be useless in a week." "Relax, this will only sting a little," the interrogation officer prepared to administer a series of injections to Shinji. "We need to find out a few things about you." "No." "It's standard procedure in Max. There are no exceptions." The officer signaled the guard and the door slid shut." --- "Chi-chi!" Umara snuggled up to him. "I didn't hear you come in. Lady Kazeko will be glad to see you, your father was here yesterday. Your daughter is well." "Shinji-chan!" Aiko smiled. "Your father released you!" Rei ran in and prostrated herself at his feet. My lord, I regret that I was not able to fight for you. I am terribly sorry." Shinji tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He was lying in the teahouse in a spare futon, dressed in a paper garb. Kazeko still liked to sleep in the teahouse on occasion and kept it there for such a purpose. All Shinji could remember was the prick of the needle and then waking up here. Aiko woke Kazeko, who attended his bath. Aiko prepared his breakfast. "I have some commissions to do. I have composed most of them already." Shinji pointed at his head. "Excuse me, it is urgent that I complete them. I will return in about 3 hours. Please leave me alone until I return." --- "Prisoner Ikari was killed about 22:00 hours during the explosion that ripped apart his cell." Misato's eyes were red from crying. "The cell door was blown apart, the flash of the detonation blinded the block guard, and even the main block door was taken off its tracks. What type of destruct device do you have planted in the cells? And what for? A guarantee against escape? Estimates are that about 10 kilos of high explosive were detonated in his cell! You stinking bastard!" Misato shouted at Gendon. "Major, you are relieved of command and ordered home to rest." Misato looked up then spat on the floor. "Yes, Sir." A detachment escorted her out. --- "Goddamnit Asuka! Just give me the fucking beer!" Asuku and the others stared. Aiko was preparing a ramen dish, Kazeko the soup, Asuka a congealed salad, and Umara was baking a cake for desert. Misato then realized that there were four women cooking on a Saturday in a kitchen without a fight. "Obviously, you heard." Misato sighed. "But why are you so calm! We haven't even had the funeral yet!" Misato demanded. "Funeral?" They echoed. "Anyone we know?" "The funeral for Shinji! Aren't you cooking for his mourners?" Misato began to cry violently and shake from the sobs. "We can't even recover his bones! His spirit is lost to us!" The ladies stared at each other. "I don't think you understand..." "Lunch will be ready in a few minutes." Aiko suggested. I know that you are distraught, but sit down, have some tea and affirm that life is still with you. Just as it still is with the master." Aiko added the last sentence almost as an afterthought." "A nice sentiment," Misato sniffled irregularly as her sobs quieted somewhat. "As long as we remember him, he is still with us." "It's been the requested time, Umara, go quietly without disturbing him and see if he is ready to come to lunch." Kazeko suggested. Misato stared and ran. Grabbing him around the neck she hugged him. Her breasts landed square in his face. She looked blissfully content as he struggled gently to get free. "Misato! What are you doing?" Aiko demanded as Misato passionately kissed him. Tears of relief and joy fell from her eyes and wet his face. "Oh, my lord!" Misato breathed and relaxed her grip. "I thought that I had lost you!" Suddenly Misato dropped to the ground. "I beg forgiveness for not protecting you." "And just what could you have done?" "I should have put you in a room next to Aiko's apartment and installed surveillance cameras there and in the halls." "No, you did the correct thing by following my suggestion. You are not my enemy." Misato seemed content and sat down with the others to lunch. There was much consternation as everyone, including Rei, wanted to sit next to him. Finally, Shinji told everyone where to sit and moved around the table, sitting with the one who prepared the dish that he was eating. Aiko stroked his leg while they ate, indicating what she would like for dessert. --- From: Teisu Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] The House of Ikari - Epilogue Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is the property of Studio GAINAX, and the US distribution rights belong to AD Vision. No profit is being made nor is expected from this work. Characters such as the Geisha Aiko and other characters not contained within the original story were invented by myself, and any resemblence to actual characters living or dead is purely co-incidental. Permission is granted to redistribute this story in its original form electronically, as long as all accompanying disclaimers and notes are included. ---Warning: Contains strong sexual content!----- Don't get started if you object to lemons! This story was not originally intended as lemon, But other chapters contain strong sexual content of a non-violent nature. Constructive criticism, comments, or even a kind word are welcome at teisu@my.host.net Thanks to all the other fanfic writers who gave me the courage to try my hand at writing this. I realize that I have probably stepped on a lot of toes, wildly trashed the story line and taken many people out of character - especially Rei. But as my daughter Magu said to me many months ago, replying to my dismay at viewing the End of Evangelion, "If you don't like it, write your own ending." I happen to like my own ending! The following concludes the fanfic.- Teisu --- Epilogue It was the first time Ritsuko had ever seen Gendon look worried. He was sweating. The private telephone had rung and he was shocked by the caller on the other end of the line. "Seele?" she asked. Gendon shook his head. "Much worse. NERV and SEELE both are about to be disbanded." "What about our plan to unite humanity?" "That will have to be done a different way, by a different person." "We can fight!" "And be totally destroyed." "We still have Adam!" "No, Shinji has Adam now." "But Shinji's dead." "No, he's very much alive and back at his house." "What about EVA?" "Decommission them and evacuate NERV. Seele will attack in three days. There will be no loss of life, because no one will oppose them. Without EVA Unit 1 operable, their version of the third impact won't happen. Rei won't help them either." --- "Ikari, this had better be important!" Number one spoke from the circle of monoliths." "You may attack NERV on schedule." Ikari opened the meeting. I am almost through evacuating the personnel. I will program the complex to open at 4:30am to allow you in. I have purged the personnel records, and decommissioned EVA." "The Maggi have been programmed to restart with a new access program when the complex is opened." "I see, you have very efficient contacts. What about the lance and Lilth?" "Do what you want." Gendon replied. "They are still in Central Dogma. I will send the access codes." "Are you abandoning your dream of uniting humanity?" "Not entirely, but I found that my idea of uniting humanity would destroy it." "What about Adam?" "Adam is in the hands of God." "God? You mean an angel?" "No. His representative on earth." "Explain." "No." "Ikari, you are on dangerous ground." Number five intoned. "My Lady, I suggest you stop posturing." Ikari responded to the male voice. "The representative has provided your names and addresses. Should it be necessary, I can even find out your favorite sexual positions!" "That's impossible. We don't even know each other's identity in these meetings!" Number one retorted. "Number one, did you enjoy your lunch at the little cafe on the Rue de la Seine?" Ikari inquired. There was a very long silence. "Ikari, we will confer." Number one spoke. "If you feel the need to contact me further, I have accepted a commission at the JDF; use the official channels. The NERV officers have been moved there as well." "There is one more thing. Life is returning to the southern oceans where the second impact occurred." The earth is healing itself from our foolishness." "What about the pilots?" Number three spoke. "Two have been designated as national treasures, and the third is under the protection of the Royal House as well. A list of all your operatives has been sent to the local police and the JDF in case you attempt something foolish." "What about the dummy plugs?" Ikari winced at the term he himself had coined. "The young sisters have been revived, placed with families and will be able to live normal lives. I have nothing more to say." Gendon reach over and flipped a switch. END TRANSMISSION.