One-Winged Angel: A Tale of The Multiverse

Chapter One

By Suekeiichi Kaiton

---Matsushiro, 2015---

'This pillow is awfully lumpy,' the young girl thought as she hugged the object to her ample chest. She was dimly aware in the dull light of morning that she was naked and under a blanket. It was not until a certain stiff part of the male anatomy pressed in the crease between her legs that her mind came to full consciousness. Her eyes darted open as the object wiggled, probably held at the root by the man's hand, and nestled itself between the thin lips of her hairy sex, the thick head sliding against her clitoral hood. She gasped in exquisite pleasure when she felt the man's hands grasp her breasts and begin to rub her soft nipples, almost instantly causing them to swell and stand out like dark brown knobs on the console of her ardour.

As her chest was being caressed and lovingly pinched, the firm yet yielding rod of maleness slowly invading her private parts finally breached her threshold and 'popped' into her canal, the edge of its crown rubbing maddeningly against the sensitive ring of interior flesh around her vaginal opening. It was so achingly slow she wanted to grab the man lying beside her and pull him forward quickly to bring her climax crashing down but refrained for the time being, knowing that the climax would be satisfying but less intense than if she let him take his time. So, Yoshiko Tamura grabbed his shoulders and rolled onto her back, leaving herself open to his ministrations.

Ranma felt her begin to move and pulled out, running his hands down her flanks to her sex, its coarse black hair matted down with their dried juices from the previous night as well as the new wellspring of fluid dribbling out of her spasming cunt. He was fairly sure he would have to launder the futon but the sheets were a lost cause, he would have to remember to put plastic over the foam core to the bed if they were to ever see each other again. His prick was red and throbbing from arousal but also a pressing desire to piss and in the broad scheme of things he figured fucking was a good way to alleviate morning wood. She was mewing as he pressed into her, feeling the soft membranes and inner tissues of her pussy sliding against the flared head of his cock until he bottomed out pressed against her cervix, the puckered hole opening and closing around the tip of his manhood like a mouth.

As he was fucking her, his mind went off on other matters, namely what he was going to do that day since he only had one appointment and very few chores. There was the drain spout on the eastern lip of the roof that needed cleaning, and he needed to do the laundry, but it wasn't enough to keep him occupied for long. He silently smiled, which was punctuated by a particularly vicious thrust into his partner's gushing vagina that nearly pushed his crown beyond the tight seal of her canal and into her womb proper, realizing the irony of his situation. According to the records of the world he was Ranma Saotome, a fifty-nine-year old retiree; yet here he was looking no older than thirty with an eighteen-year old raking her nails down his back in passion.

'Ouch!' He winced as her manicured nails tore another row of gashes in his back. He was jarred back to reality by the pain and grasped her arms, pushing them back down to the futon and pinning her body to the moist sheets as he thrust faster and faster. He swore his cock was thrusting into her womb, there was no way such a petite young girl could have such a cavernous cunt and his manhood was, by all estimation, quite long. 'I think it's time to finish this…I have to visit Katakuri-san later and the clinic needs to be ready for this afternoon.' Ranma fell upon his nubile young sex slave and pressed his mouth to hers, feeling her tongue instantly begin wrestling with his, his hands rolling her nipples like soft balls of dough and his hips endlessly thrusting.

Yoshiko was lost to the world as he sailed into the home stretch. All that existed was the gush of her fluids spilling out with each thrust, the destructive sensation of his cock as each time he met her cervix a fresh blast of pleasure eradicated any thought in her head, and his heat above her. She could feel it coming, feel herself coming, an impossible itch under her bladder - a tingling of just the right kind suffusing everything below her neck, her entire body singing out with the need for climax.

Ranma felt himself beginning to peak and determined to make her come before he spilled his seed into her belly, previous experience leading him to the conclusion that mutual orgasms at the same time were overrated and seldom as fulfilling as a good long working-over. He estimated that it was about eight in the morning by the amount of light pouring into the room and mentally tallied how many orgasms Yoshiko had since they woke up, strangely enough if one were to orgasm the next one, at least in his experience with women, would come quicker and last longer. She'd suffered through four thus far and he suspected that this next one would knock her out for an hour at least. He brought his mouth down to her nipples and his hand to her sex and simultaneously bit gently at her breast and pinched her clitoris as he thrust deeper than he had previous, feeling the tightness of her cervix opening peel his foreskin back almost painfully.

Yoshiko's world exploded in a burst of pleasure that seemed to disintegrate her body and dispel her consciousness in an earth-shattering cataclysm. Her breasts seemed to swell as if inflated at the last moment and burst into thousands of pieces and her crotch felt as if it were melting into his flesh until the moment her orgasm hit and her vision went black under the assault of so many differing sensations and nerve signals running rip shod through her brain. She screamed a bloodcurdling holler before falling limply to the sheets, her eyes open and glazed.

Ranma acknowledged her orgasm with no small amount of pride, glad that his extensive ki studies in this world had at least increased his sexual prowess if not found a way to return him to his home dimension. He continued thrusting into her limp and unresponsive body, thankful her spasms and climaxes hadn't pinched off the tip of his cock from where it lay in her womb, wondering why Washu and the others hadn't come to pick him up. It was probably the billionth time he had wondered about that, understandable given the thirty-four years he'd been stranded in the dimension, and each time the answer was the same: he didn't know. He was sure his loving wives would have lynched Washu if she didn't starting looking for a way to bring him back immediately which led him to the conclusion that either Washu had no idea where he was or how to retrieve him or Mihoshi had destroyed the device during their 'accident.'

With a low grunt he came, shooting wads of his thick baby-making goo inside her womb where it promptly went to work swimming up her fallopian tubes to her waiting eggs. He knew from a cursory evaluation of her physiology that she was not fertile at the moment. He filled her to the brim with seed and lay down upon her, hyperventilating for a time, feeling the sweat over their bodies dry slowly. He withdrew his prick from her cunt and watched in satisfaction as a flood of opaque semen dribbled out of her hole and seeped into the futon. Nodding once to himself he left to fill the furo and prepare breakfast. He'd also have to find something to keep him occupied during the day; all this constant sex was getting just a bit tedious.

And so it was that Ranma bathed and dressed in the relative silence of his bedroom, the only sound aside from the breeze the steady breathing of his insensate lover. She'd just been a clerk at the local convenience store, just another poor college student (or dropout) trying to make ends meet. He'd been attracted to her vivacity and knew from the flows of her body that she found him sexually attractive so it seemed natural to ask her out to dinner after her shift. Of course no one expect those few who saw his ID would ever know his 'age' but it still felt like robbing the cradle, if only for a little while - once she starting pawing him and unbuckling his pants she was nothing more than another in a long string of partners.

He set out the tea set and filled the hot water pot in the living room before moving into the kitchen and fixing a simple and traditional breakfast of miso soup with tofu, grilled fish, and rice. He also had a few jars of hand-packed pickled beets that he set out as well. He was humming to himself as he cooked, remembering the delicious meals Kiyone would make together with Sasami, his aunt/daughter-in-law. That was the big problem with the Juraian incest families, it became so difficult to know just who was what to you, and things got especially muddled when Airi was involved. The green-haired woman flirted with him while at the same time being effectively his mother and mother-in-law. He shuddered for a moment, waiting for the memory of that fateful night to pass before he served-up the soup.

Yoshiko came down about an hour later, washed and dressed in her clothes from the previous night. There were dark rings under her eyes and she was walking with a very definite limp. She had short brown hair coming down in bangs over her forehead held by a thin headband, her face was rounded and smooth; by all accounts she was a very attractive young woman and her prodigious sexual appetites and extraordinary lubricant production were certainly pluses in Ranma's book. She all but collapsed at the table and wordlessly accepted the cup of tea he handed her way.

"I trust you slept well?" Ranma sat across from his guest and doled out the soup and rice.

"Yeah, except I feel like I was fucked by a two-by-four." She fumbled with her chopsticks and plucked a bit of fish from the plate. A bit of pepper for the miso soup and a few pieces of pickled cabbage later she was eating silently.

"So what exactly do you do besides work at the store?" Ranma was eating slowly to draw out their conversation; he liked to know a little about his partners. "Are you a student?"

"Was. I used to go to Tokyo-2 University before the Angel Attacks began but now since the JSSDF's taken over the whole city there isn't much use, is there?"

"Did they close the school?" Ranma treated himself to a slice of pickled daikon.

"No, but it just wasn't safe there anymore." She was eating a bit more animatedly than before; she probably just needed a bit of food in her. "I don't know, with all this NERV stuff and the Angel Attacks I just didn't feel like Tokyo-2 was safe to walk around. I mean an Angel could attack at any time."

"And you think that here is safer?" Ranma stood up and threw open one of the sliding doors overlooking the hills. "Just over those hills is a NERV experimental facility, a satellite headquarters if you like. I don't think that's what you mean by safe."

"All I meant was we're out in the boonies, no way any Angel's going to come all the way out here just to smash up a low-level facility." Yoshiko brushed away an errant strand of hair and finished her bowl of rice, raising it to indicate she wanted more.

Ranma took the bowl and refilled it. "I wouldn't be so sure about that…"

---Tokyo-3---

"Check the backups!"

"Negative. Only 1% of our circuits are active." Aoba looked up at the towering peak of the commander's mountain.

"Redirect all those to sustain the MAGI." Gendo's cold voice drifted down from on high. Fuyutsuki was standing beside him.

Maya turned around in her chair. "But sir, shouldn't we try to keep life-support online?"

"The MAGI take priority, Lt. Ibuki."

Ritsuko glanced up at her sometime-lover's shadow and turned to her protégé. "Just do it Maya, the commander's right."

---Matsushiro---

Ranma bid the young Miss Yoshiko Tamura off and promised to call her again with no intention of ever doing so. No, he was a little concerned over Kaji's lack of communication earlier. The spy usually had a fresh report every Friday but this morning there was nothing, it wasn't like Kaji to be so sloppy. Was he captured? Ranma wouldn't put it past SEELE to 'forcibly detain' the triple-agent. Still, even the phone lines were down to Tokyo-3. All he was getting was a 'please try again later' signal.

It wasn't until a few hours after Yoshiko left that Ranma heard the messenger plane fly overhead on its way from Tokyo-2 to Tokyo-3. If an Angel was on the way that spelled trouble, especially if something was wrong at NERV.

---Later---

"Report." Ikari sat in front of the bank of windows overlooking the Geo-Front, his face hidden in shadow and his hands threaded before his mouth. Fuyutsuki stood beside his one-time pupil, hands clasped tightly behind his back, his face impassive. Ritsuko Akagi stood in the absolute centre of the room, equidistant from the door and the commander's massive granite desk. She was very familiar with the centre of the room after having made reports in the exact same location day after day and occasionally fucking with the commander on the cold stone floor. She felt that even inside her mind she had to call the mindless, animalistic rutting they performed on so few occasions 'fucking' because it could in no way be categorized as 'making love'. For you see, the latter implied that love had some part in the act. Still, in some sick way she did love him, even if that particular emotion was not reciprocated.

Ritsuko cleared her throat and pulled her glasses up from where they hung against her breasts. "The damage to Units 01 and 00 are negligible at best, both units only required replacement armor plates and minor nerve reconstruction. However, Unit-02 suffered considerable burns on its dorsal armor from the Angel's organic acid. The acid was potent enough to corrode the thirteen layers of protective shielding and make contact directly with the epidermis of the unit itself."

"How long will repairs take?" Fuyutsuki swiveled his eyes towards the commander, drolly accustomed to Ikari's casual dismissal of the health, both mental and physical, of the pilots. "Is there a problem?"

"That is the problem, commander. We can't stop the corrosion." Akagi dropped her glasses.

"Unacceptable. Unit-02 is to be combat-ready in five weeks."

Ritsuko lowered her clipboard and stared straight into Ikari's eyes. "There's nothing more I can do except regenerate the entire unit."

"That will take at least a year, and that's only if you can culture the tissue." Fuyutsuki didn't move an inch even as he spoke, he refused to give any outward sign of the panic that rose in his throat like bile.

"Attempts to graft new tissue layers failed and the preexisting epidermis and muscular fibers are breaking down on a cellular level. I believe the acid to be a fast-acting biological weapon similar to flesh-eating bacteria. The energy lines are also decomposing at a rapid rate. Within forty-eight hours the unit will be incapable of moving under its own power."

"Unacceptable."

Ritsuko continued as if Gendo hadn't spoken, quickly leafing through her clipboard to confirm something. "Also, Asuka was severely burned as a result of the neuro-feedback caused by maintaining such a high synchronization. She has third-degree chemical burns across her lower back that are healing at a very slow rate. Even with the latest biomemetic gel treatments the damage will take several days to heal; at this point we should be happy her wounds haven't proven as stubborn as the EVA's."

Gendo unfolded his hands and stood up. He turned to the wide band of windows overlooking the Geo-Front and clasped his hands behind his back. Fuyutsuki motioned for Akagi to leave and she left swiftly, unable to cope with the commander's appalling pomposity. It was only once they were alone that Gendo finally spoke.

"It is too early to lose Unit-02."

"Agreed. No doubt Chairman Kihl and the rest of the committee have already heard about this, we should be expecting a summons. What do you plan to tell them?"

"The truth."

"An interesting move." Fuyutsuki sat down in his seat by the right end of the desk, sipping at a cup of tea. "I'm sure the Committee won't be expecting that."

Gendo turned to his old mentor and smirked malevolently. "The truth can sometimes be the best lie," he intoned carefully before turning back to the view. "We shall simply wait and see what happens."

"What about the pilot? The EVA may have to be regenerated, which I remind you will turn the timetable on its head, but we can't replace the pilot just like that."

"…can't we…?" Fuyutsuki heard the barest whisper from his student and a shudder, much like one he felt whenever visiting Yui's grave boiled up his spine.

"What was that?" Ikari looked back, one look at his former teacher's glare told him it would be best not to repeat his callous remark.

"Nothing. Fuyutsuki-sensei, you are correct. We cannot afford to have a pilot out of action, especially at this juncture." Gendo placed a gloved hand on the thick glass and wiped across the copse of trees across the lake. His lenses reflected light back into the room, as if his eyes were glowing. Fuyutsuki finished his cup of tea and crossed his legs.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"Wait."

---Matsushiro---

"I see. And then what happened?" Ranma clenched the phone in his hand, having to make an effort not to snap the damnable plastic toy in his anger. "You're sure that SEELE was behind this? Oh, they told you that did they?"

It was already dark by the time Kaji called with his weekly status report. They used to be daily status reports but with the increased security associated with being at the central NERV installation instead of the 2nd Branch in Berlin, changes had to be made. Ranma briefly made a note to contact young Dr. Strauss and find out what was going on with Unit-06 and the artificial S2 engine.

"It was defiantly sabotage then? There was no one else? I see…"

This wasn't good. According to Kaji and information he'd gleamed from the MAGI guest database; NERV had suffered a total blackout for a period of about seven hours. Normally there were backups in place; Ranma knew this from experience, but for every one of the seven emergency generators to fail at once? SEELE was behind this, of that he was sure; he was also fairly sure that the reason for such a roundabout attack was to observe the power restoration process. The old men just wanted to make sure their toys were safe and sound before they moved against Rokubungi. Fools, Gendo would be sure to feed them false energy schematics; the blackout only made the operation against Matarael all the more difficult - ending in the damage to Unit-02.

"Kaji, Kaji, hold on just a minute, what did you just say? No, no, just repeat what you just said." The pony-tailed doctor's eyes flashed white and blue for the briefest of instants. "I see. Is she all right? Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, just keep me informed. That's right, next week. Bye."

The phone was smashed into little pieces as his fists came down again and again, rendering the receiver little more than flat shards of plastic and metal on the wood table. Ranma was seething as he clenched his fists, his eyes glowing dangerously white leaving trails of energy as he swung his head from side to side, and took several deep breaths to calm himself. Slowly his eyes returned to normal and he felt the wellspring of energy within him sputter and die. How dare Rokubungi do this!

Asuka Langley Sohryu, designated pilot of Evangelion Unit-02, had apparently suffered severe chemical burns as a result of close contact with the Angel's organic acid. The wounds were slow to heal, a situation that Ranma understood immediately. The summons was about to go out.

He would have to be prepared.

---NERV, The Next Day---

"We have summoned you here to corroborate several rumors that have found their way outside of NERV." Mr. Blue, Justin McAlister-Andrews of the New European Combine, spoke from his seat to Kihl's left.

"It had come to our attention that NERV was attacked yesterday. An attack that resulted in significant levels of damage to Evangelion Unit-02 and its pilot." Mr. Green, Trevor Frey of the United States of America, intoned solemnly from his vantage point directly to Gendo's left. His heavyset fists sat on the 'table' in front of him.

"I'm afraid that your reports have been in error. There was no attack." Gendo said his fingers folded in front of his mouth. "There was merely an unfortunate accident that took place during a routine power check on Unit-00."

"Do you mean to tell us that the cause of the mass power outage, which affected all seven backup systems mind you, did not occur?" Mr. Black, Francis Soto of the United Countries of Africa, slammed his fist on the table.

Mr. Yellow, Freidrich Jonn of the German Republic, leaned forward over the table, flinty black eyes looking out from under his foppish blonde bangs. "May we remind you that perjury to this committee is punishable by death?"

"Cease this talk…now." Kihl silenced his fellow members with a gesture of his arms and folded them in front of him on the lit console. "We did not call you here today to discuss whether you are lying or not, such questions can wait." It was clear that Kihl was addressing the rest of the committee in the last statement, a fact that Gendo carefully filed away for later.

"I completely agree."

"Silence, Ikari! Just because we are not questioning you now does not mean that we will not do it at some other time. Bear that in mind." Kihl fixed his cyclopean gaze on the commander of NERV. "It has come to our attention that the damage to Unit-02 is quite severe, severe enough to talk of total regeneration."

Soto cracked his knuckles as he brought his hands together. "Which is unacceptable! Total regeneration would seriously push back the timetable."

"Silence!" Kihl shouted. "We are aware that Dr. Akagi has been attempting various methods to slow the damage. We are also aware that Dr. Akagi has been unable to stop the degeneration."

"That is correct."

"I did not ask for confirmation, Ikari. You will deal with this matter. The cost of dismantling an EVA alone would bankrupt a small country. We are not in a position at this time to dispense extra funds. You will have Akagi repair the EVA and its pilot or find someone who can." Kihl sat back in his chair and waved his hand dismissively. "The rest of this meeting does not concern you, Ikari."

The Committee for the Advancement of Human Instrumentality vanished, leaving Gendo Ikari alone in the cold hologram projection room. He slowly sat up and strode to the door back to his office.

"How did it go?" Fuyutsuki was playing go again, a solitaire handbook folded in one hand.

"It appears as though they already knew of the damage to Unit-02." Gendo sat down behind his desk and looked at the ceiling, apparently deep in thought.

"That's not a surprise. SEELE has spies everywhere. And not just the obvious ones."

"They want something done about Unit-02, to which I agree is of primary importance. We cannot hold back the timetable long enough to completely regenerate an EVA." Gendo grasped the armrests on his chair and swung to face the far doors, a look of concern in his eyes. He stood up and began to pace.

Fuyutsuki watched his pupil pace and frowned. Usually when Gendo paced it was due to a new variable, a new problem, or a new revision to the scenario. What could he be planning?

"Fuyutsuki. I want you to reactivate Ito."

"Ito? You don't mean Ranma Ito, do you? Why on Earth would he ever agree to help us?" Fuyutsuki folded his book back up and stood. "He was never even a part of NERV, he left earlier than that."

"I'm aware of these things, Fuyutsuki, but the fact remains that he may hold the key to repairing Unit-02 and helping the pilot. He is unpredictable, unruly, but he may well be useful."

Kozou frowned. He'd kept in touch with Ranma over the years but they hadn't spoken for months. "He's an unpredictable variable, Ikari."

"Talking that way about your closest friend, sensei?"

"Ito being my friend has nothing to do with it! I'm just telling you that he could ruin the scenario."

Gendo sat back down and resumed his gaze at the ceiling. He had a disturbing smile across his cruel lips. "It is a calculated risk, Fuyutsuki."

---To Be Continued---