My Divine Right- Uncut

To be considered the “Ice Queen of Anime” is not accurate for a blue haired, red eyed bombshell known as Rei Ayamani. The human/angel hybrid is always thinking about her real goals in life, not the ones given to her by the “Bastard King” Gendo Ikari, also known as the Commander of NERV, a military organization that practically runs Tokyo-3.

Rei changed her focus from whatever she does when she looked out the window to a small boy in the classroom. The small boy is known to the world as the “Universe’s Bitch”, Shinji Ikari, but Rei was about to set off a series of events that will make Shinji rethink his career choice.

“Stand, Bow, Sit,” the class representative Hikari yelled out to the class as the teacher arrived for the day of the same boring, “post-Second Impact lecture”. After the teacher started the class, the students was goofing off, much to the teacher’s ignorance, and the pilots of the cursed things called evangelion was considering walking out when Rei’s cell phone rings.

A “Yes Sir,” from Rei and the phone closed up, signaling the end of the call. She knew what would happen if Rei left the room alone, and no section 2 to escort her the short walk to one of NERV’s many entrances.

Shinji’s phone then rang. A “Yes Sir,” from Shinji had assured Rei’s escort, or that is what she thought when the two of them left the school together. When Shinji departed ways with her at the entrance, Rei then knew why. Some one was tailing them.

Rei never seen Shinji again for the foreseeable future as he was nabbed a few blocks away, just out of sight of a security camera that NERV had access to.

“Shinji,” a voice said, rousing him out of his sleep, “It’s time to wake up dear and get ready for the ceremony.”

“What ceremony,” Shinji asked still sleepy.

“The one where new life will be born.”

“Give me five more minutes, mom.”

“We have no more time,” she said, yanking him from his bed. Leading him up several flights of stairs to the roof of the building, twelve people in white cloaks was standing in a circle every few feet apart, as if their places were marked. A small bed was in the middle, ready to take the blood of the sacrificial lamb that they were to place there, only to find that there was no lamb anywhere around.

Shinji started to panic, but accepted his fate. ‘Anything better than being a tool,’ he thought as chains placed above his wrists were restraining him. Thankfully, they allowed him to remain clothed.

“It is time,” one of the twelve said, starting a chant.

“For our master,” the second of the twelve chanted.

“To be revived,” the third said.

“We offer,” the fourth said

“This flesh,” the fifth said.

“To serve as your new body,” the sixth said.

“To avenge our enemies,” the seventh said as the person who got him up here picked up a sword.

“To show the world,” the eighth said as the person approached him.

“The true light,” the remainder said as the sword stabbed him in the gut.

“Gather the master’s blood so that he may drink,” the tenth said. The ninth carried out the command, and Shinji slowly drank the blood, coughing some out, but it didn’t matter as he lost consciousness.

‘What have they done,’ Shinji thought as he floated in his dreams.

‘So my new vessel is unaware,’ a voice rattled around in his head, spooking Shinji.

‘Who are you?’

‘I’m called Gabriel, at least that is what “the twelve” called me.’

‘So, why are you here?’

‘They have foolishly carried out an ancient ritual that would ensure of my next incarnation.’

‘Why me?’

‘They have set in motion, long before you were born, plans that would ensure a docile vessel so that they could control me and my power to destroy what was left of humanity.’

Gabriel stopped to look inside his new host’s head. ‘I see that men are planning the same.’

‘What?’

‘Don’t act stupid, or have you noticed that all of your actions up to the point of when you were nabbed was perfectly scripted.’

Shinji couldn’t even grasp what was going on. Was his father involved?

‘Yes,’ Gabriel answered his unasked question, ‘and most of the higher ups at this NERV is involved.’

Shinji’s whole world just crashed down around him. ‘What can I do,’ Shinji asked.

‘For now you do nothing. I will ensure the non-interference of my enemies so that I can help you deal with yours.’

‘Very well, do as you will,’ Shinji responded before allowing this ‘Gabriel’ complete control.

Chapter 1

‘Unfamiliar ceiling,’ groaned Shinji. With no memory of what happened after the brutal ritual that nearly cost his life, ‘What am I thinking, it did kill me.’

‘Not true Messiah,’ Shinji hears a voice in his head, ‘even you must realize that you are in a familiar room.’

The voice in his head wasn’t lying. He was in his ‘Lovely Suite’ at Misato’s apartment. ‘Why did you bring me here,’ he asked his body-mate.

‘Isn’t this where you live?’

‘I was supposed to be at NERV. Now they don’t know what happened to me.’

‘Not true Messiah. “The Twelve” that I’ve brutally killed after last night’s ritual made the news. People are bound to be asking questions.’

Before being given a chance to reply, Misato opened the door to a clearly shocked Shinji.

“Shinji,” Misato called out to him, “are you home?”

“I’m here, Misato,” Shinji responded. He was clearly not expecting her.

“Oh, God, Shinji,” Misato cried and embraced him. “Where were you?”

“Didn’t you watch the news?”

“About the mass killings? What, did you have anything to do with it?”

“Sit down Misato, it will take awhile.” Passing off a believable story that will explain the huge gash on his belly when she sees it, he promptly left the apartment to clear his head.

‘So Gabriel,’ he spoke to the voice in his head, ‘was that believable enough?’

‘I didn’t know the difference,’ he responded. ‘Sure doubts will remain, but everything will work itself out.’

‘Thanks for that vote of confidence.’

‘Your welcome. I should note that you will never sleep again.’

‘Why?’

‘Are you dense? My power is your power.’ Shinji finally got it. Even though he doesn’t know what he was yet, he knew that he will never sleep again, and that is what scared him.

‘So, what do you want to do?’

‘We killed off the twelve last night, and so now it is time to deal with your enemies.’

‘Who are SEELE?’

‘I do not know, but I do know someone who does know.’

‘Gendo.’

‘I was going to say that geezer of a Sub-commander, but he’ll do.’

‘We need knowledge of the bastard’s security measures, so we can beat the hell out of Kozou while we are at it, or we can sleep with the bitch that he sleeps with.’

‘First tell Misato that we are heading for NERV for our annual physical. Then we show the bitch that the younger model of Ikari really is better.’

This put a smile on Shinji’s face, ‘Asuka’s right. I am a hentai.’

The ten minutes that it took to get to the nearest elevator was one of the most exciting things to have ever happened to Shinji. He contemplated how to handle things from undressing to foreplay. From the act itself to the pillow talk to extract the necessary information. It would prove to be the most exciting hour that he will ever have.

The “bitch” in question is really a very attractive lady. Standing six inches over Shinji, Dr. Ritsuko Akagi is one of the more attractive female members of NERV. With a proportional body that anyone will kill for, Shinji wondered why he hadn’t fucked her already.

‘It is because you didn’t have drive before,’ Gabriel answered.

‘True, but I didn’t have any motivation before,’ Shinji countered. ‘Since I live with two bombshells, I have all the motivation that I want, but lacked the need. Now that I seek information, I now have the need.’

‘Good point,’ and the rest of the trip to Akagi’s lab was in silence.

“Shinji, what are you doing here,” asked the aforementioned doctor.

“Well, Dr. Akagi, isn’t it time for my physical,” asked the surprising Shinji.

“Yes, but I wanted to see you tomorrow. What made you want to come early?”

“Because, Ritsuko, can I call you that,” the doctor nodded in silence, “I feel that I got a itch that only you can scratch.”

Getting the hidden meaning, Ritsuko locked the door and cut surveillance to the room. With high security clearance, Section 2 can never enter the room, so the “exam” can be conducted in privacy.

“So, Shinji, care to explain what you just said?”

“Well, doctor, I’ve been getting strange dreams lately.”

“What kind of dreams?”

“Dreams where I fuck the brains out of a woman, looking at you.”

“And what did you do to this woman?”

“Well, I approached her like this,” Shinji said as he approached her, sliding up her body as she sat in her chair, “and I kissed her hard.” He did the unthinkable and kissed her, causing her to moan in excitement.

‘If he keeps this up, I may just tell him everything,’ she thought, as the kiss was broken. “Tell me more,” she said, giving him permission to do whatever he liked.

“Then I stripped her of her top and bra,” Shinji said, hands mirroring his words, “ and then I licked and nibbled her at her pulse,” That was the last words that he ever said in this encounter as he placed his tongue on the vessel at her neck, and occasionally biting it lightly as Akagi moaned louder and getting louder with each gasp of breath that she took, and as Shinji got closer to her female treasures, Akagi started to remove his clothes, starting with the white shirt that lacked an undershirt for this encounter, ripping the buttons in the process. Once the thin fabric was off his shoulders, the faux-blond started on his pants, but Shinji stopped her, saying, “It is my turn to give you pleasure.”

Shinji then resumed his assault on her body, giving a sensual lick across the collarbones, and finally landing on her breasts, giving the underside a lick before attacking her nipples. “I’m going to give you the best sex ever, so much so that you will never seek another partner, especially that bastard of a father,” Shinji muttered as he released her hands, allowing them to finally unbutton his pants and slide them off, revealing that an erection has developed through his white boxer-briefs, turning Ritsuko on to the point of near orgasm.

Sensing that he was nearly losing control, Shinji’s hands left her breasts, much to her objections, and slowly slid down to her skirt. Undoing the button on the side, he let the skirt slide down her legs, pulling her panties down with them, finally revealing her nude form to him. “You’re beautiful, but I don’t understand why you sleep with a bastard like Gendo,” Shinji asked while returning to her lips for a kiss.

“Because I thought that Gendo actually loved me,” was the honest reply.

“That bastard never loved anyone, not even my own mother, why should he love you,” he countered, lowering the briefs to reveal his erection to the world.

To say that the head of project E was stumped was a severe understatement as the son of Gendo Ikari was preparing to enter her to show her love. The pace was slow at first, mainly to establish a rhythm, but as Shinji started to get the hang of it, it got faster. Soon, the pair switched positions as Ritsuko wanted on top for a change. He didn’t object as he sat down on the chair.

“I can show you love, care, and most importantly the desire that you crave,” Shinji grunted as he dived deeper, “I can be there when you wake up in the morning with breakfast in bed, and great sex at night. I can be there for you if you can be there for me.”

“Oh, Shinji,” Ritsuko gasped as she orgasmed, but Shinji wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet. Placing her across her desk, he took her from behind, stimulating pleasure from the position.

With a shrill cry, he too found bliss in orgasm, spilling his seed into the faux-blond doctor. Pulling the doctor into his arms, he collapsed into the chair, thankful that none of the fluids landed on the leather that covered the chair. The things that they said during the “pillow talk” that followed were plans to bring down SEELE and Gendo “Ikari” as planned. With the backing of the head of project E, Shinji had a little more room to breathe as he gained valuable intel of the remaining angels and the hopes that SEELE put into his reaction for a Third Imapct.

He made Dr. Akagi decent before he left the lab, with a secure phone number in her lab coat to further discuss the conspiracy and possibly set up future “encounters.” Closing the door, a smile crossed the face of the good doctor as red eyes glared into the remote surveillance of the room via a TV monitor set up in the small apartment in a small complex numbered 402.