Chapter 2: Law & Order... & that little video-thingy
Hiroya Matsura felt uneasy as usual when it came to this. To be exactly, this
was what hated most at his now almost five years in his job as lawyer.
Divorces always told a sad story of shattered trust, misunderstanding and/or
misinterpreted feelings of which they thought it was love.
It was even worse for the children, if couple had ones.
Yet, he didn't know what it was like if the children were the couple.
"So, Mr. and Mrs. Ikari..." he said, looking in his file about the two teenagers,
who were sitting in front of his desk.
"Soryu!" the red-haired girl interrupted, obvious lost her calm a long time ago.
"The name is Soryu!"
Perplexed, he glanced at the folder. "Oh, I guess they gave me the wrong dossier
"N-no," the boy stuttered. He seemed to be the exact opposite of the furious
girl; barley looking up to him and even less to her; nervous, as if he was to be executed. "I am Shinji Ikari."
"There's no way, I'll take HIS name!"
"Oh, but the file says, you have, Mrs. Ik-"
"Don't say it!"
"Alright, alright!" Hiroya sighed. 'No wonder, the boy is like this with such a
"How long are you two married anyway?"
Startled again, he took another glance at the file. They were right. 'Whoever
write these is surly fast.'
"So I guess, it wasn't a very fulfilled marriage?" he asked.
"Well, you see, we..."
"He made me drunk!"
"I DID NOT! I.. I mean, at least I think so..."
"See? He's always like that! How could anyone stand him?"
The lawyer shifted his gaze between the two.
"You're sure, you're not married longer?" he interrupted. "Judging by your
behavior, you could come to think you've been a married couple for years..."
He immediately regretted his joke, as he was encountered by the death glare of
"Uh, okay, let's get this settled." He nervously flipped the pages of the
dossier, without really searching for something. Finally, he regained his professional attitude, cleared his throat
and folded his hands. "Am I right, that the two of you agree on this divorce?"
"He better is!"
The boy just nodded.
"Good, that means we can speed things up a bit. Next, we'll need Application
D-14 after §UW-36, three layers of the IHM-73 statement; green and yellow paragraph, permit A-38..." he trailed off as
he saw the blank faces watching him, "...eh, tell you what I'll jump that part.
It will go much faster anyway, if I take care of as much of the bureaucracy
stuff as possible." And his instincts told him, that he would safe a lot of his
nerves, the sooner he got rid of them. "However," he sighed, "As part of the 'Family
Forcing Declaration' of 2002, you will have to attended marriage councils; the
number of these will depend on how fast you can convince the counselor that your
marriage is not to be saved. The minimum amount is three. I will accompany you
in function of a notary. Any further questions?"
The young Mrs. Ikari/Soryu/Whatever pressed her nails into the armrests of her
chair. "How long?" she asked coldly.
"Well, as I said; it depends. A few months, at least..."
"Months? I have to stay married to HIM for MONTHS??"
Hiroya said a last goodbye to the armrests and his eardrums.
"Well, if it isn't the Ikaris. Welcome home, to your little family residence," a
way too cheerful Major greeted them as they arrived back to the apartment.
"SHUT UP, MISATO!"
"Oooh, so tetchy. But I can understand. Divorces aren't very funny."
"Ah, Misato, how come you're in such a good mood?" Shinji tried to intervene,
before the next world war would break loose in this apartment.
"Oh, you see, PenPen here," she slumped down and patted the distracted bird on
it's head, "had saved some beer from your proposal ceremony."
"Oh, please..." Asuka rolled her eyes.
Misato didn't listen, instead, she kept on ruffling the head of her, at least
for now, beloved pet. "Yes, you're a good penguin, aren't you?"
"Hey, no need to be offense! There wasn't your name on these cans!"
"Beak marks don't count!"
Soon lost in the 'conversation', she forgot about the two teenagers, sweat
dropping as they saw their guardian and commanding officer talking to a penguin.
Asuka leaned over to her unwanted husband. "Are you or me going to tell her that
she isn't able to understand a thing he says?"
Shinji gave a small nod. "You're right. He isn't even talking about the beer..."
Her jaw dropped. Was everyone but her going crazy? But on the other hand, Shinji
was always... wait a moment, she was still mad at Shinji!
Just as she wanted to yell at him once more, the doorbell rang and he, being
dutiful as usual, went to receive it.
About a minute later he came back, carrying a semi-flat package in both hands,
his face bright red.
"Who was it?" Misato asked, her attention obviously shifted again from the
thankful bird to the married couple.
"A...a delivery boy..."
"And what was it that he delivered?" the redhead growled.
"A... a package..."
Seeing two pairs of impatient human and one pair of questioning penguin eyes on
him, he quickly continued. "...f-for t-the Ikaris..."
"What? Give me that!" Asuka exclaimed as she tried to grasp it out of his hands.
Unfortunately for her, a certain grinning Major was faster.
"Let's see, what we've got here..." Despite the protest of the Children, she
ripped the packet open, while evading the redhead's attempts to 'secure' it seemingly fleet-footed. "Uuh, it's from 'The
Little Tokyo-3 24/7 Wedding Chapel'.
'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Ikari, we have noticed that you forgot the video of your
blissful...' uuhh, blissful? '...wedding, that was part of our 'Wed'n'Go'-service you chose. Thus herewith we send it to you.
We hope you enjoy your marriage.
We would be glad, if we can offer our services to you again...'"
"V-video?" a beet red Shinji stuttered.
"Ouch!" Asuka hold her head where she hit the wall, after Misato evaded that
last forceful thrust to receive the dreaded package.
"VIDEO TIME!" the tipsy woman declared, as she hold up the outdated VHS and made
a run for the TV.
The Second Children slowly regained her senses. "Hey, wait! NO!"
"Misato, I don't think we should..."
The Major had already put the tape in the old-fashioned VCR, pressed play, and
placed herself protective in front of it. May it have been the fear of that to come or curiosity, neither of the teens
nor the ignored penguin tried to interrupt this time.
The video- and audio quality was - as to be expected - extremely poor, but it
was possible to identify two, obviously very drunk EVA-pilots and a seemingly nervous minister.
Asuka was saying something to him, gesturing at her and then at Shinji.
"Ah... eh... okay. Ehem, so, do you Asuka Langley Soryu take this Shinji Ikari
to be your beloved husband, in good and bad times, in rich and poor, till..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do. Come un, I've nod all time, y'know?"
"Uagh! I can't believe I've said that!"
"Well, you obviously did."
"Em... Do we really have to watch this? I mean..."
"Eh... well then, do you Shinji Ikari take this Asuka Langley Soryu to be
your beloved wife, in good and bad times, in rich and poor, till death part you?"
"Weee...Yes!" Shinji grinned at Asuka. "Ha! Se.." The rest wasn't
"I should kill him for that!"
"You shouldn't do that. Being his wife, you'd be a main suspect, who just wanted
"I don't have that much, just my SDAT and my cello..."
The minister continued. "So, I declare you to be Husband and Wife. You may
now kiss the bride."
"OH NO, HE WON'T!"
They looked at each other...
"I think he will..."
Some words were exchanged...
"Could I actually have...?"
They leaned forward...
They closed their eyes...
Asuka was furious.
Misato was chirpy.
Shinji was growing stiff of embarrassment and fear.
PenPen was hungry.
Pretty long kiss...
"I would say, you liked it, Asuka!" Misato broke the silence.
"Can't you see?!? I'm struggling against that pervert!"
"It looks more to me, as if your were clasping him..."
Meanwhile, PenPen continued to peck Shinji, who still just stared at the screen,
not blinking, not moving.
A/N: Guys, you're killin' me! ~50 reviews for one chapter of what I considered
to become my idea-dumping ground. *sigh*
You know what that means? Fans lead to Hype. Hype leads to over exaggeration.
Over exaggeration leads to disappointment. Disappointment leads to blaming the
Author. Blaming the Author leads to his self depression...
Oh, what the heck am I saying? Thank you very much!
But, I'll be fair with you and me: As I said before, I'm going to mix this with
the (at least to some extend) actual storyline, as well with some, not necessary
very good, fitting or innovative ideas. Even though I'll try my best to adept
these, I can already hear the voice demanding my death as author for the 'ending'.
Why 'ending' and not ending? Well, unlike the One Shot-version (which most
likely will come afterwards), I'm not going to finish this. How's that something
good, you ask? Oh, don't worry. Once I've finished the 'main storyline' I will
add a chapter whenever I can think of a new one. In other words: This will be a
Another warning... oh, how to say this... you see, I haven't placed the genre as
GENERAL/Humor. What I'm trying to say is, thanks to the fusion, the Humor may
drop in some parts...
I'm not saying it'll vanish; there'll simply be some up'n'downs here and there.
This wont be as bad as the show itself, or even turn into a darkfic or something...
is there anyone left...?