Category Archives: fanfiction

Blood & Water 07 (47): Questions and Answers

Oh, where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She’s gone to heaven, so I got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

– Wayne Cochran, Last Kiss


“The Queen of Sing-Sing”

Neo Sing-Sing Orbital Youth Detention Center
Planet Cayennestar, DGTO Military District 3552 – Betelgeuse Star System

Alexa Pearl Mallory, her hair arranged in a classical cornrow, was in this wretched place for two weeks now, having been thrown in after she was found guilty of narcotics possession in her home planet, and the second such time to be sentenced, the first one being at another detention slammer like this some years ago, when she was then thirteen and charged for theft.

Once again she wore the regulation brown jumper suit (with her serial number) and regulation sneakers, and she had to go through the usual routine.

Being a street gang member, she was used to this, no shit, as the first one was completely educational: getting the usual rough treatment, of being harassed on the first day, then caught in a brawl the second day, isolation for two days, and then some amount of sizable reputation.

She knocked out the other bitch trying to get a grab at her ass, took away the upper teeth and the nose. They never touched her since then.

Anyway, to make the story short, it took Alexa two years before being set free, to roam the neighborhood again, back in her habitat, in the ghetto of the industrial planet that was Queenstar, selling a synthesized variant of crack. The going was good until some asshole in the crew sold her out.

Today she was among several thousands of girls congregating in the detention center’s huge cafeteria, a sea of brown filled up with chatter, watched over by roving butch-like matrons in starched blue uniforms and riot gear. She had a minor reputation now, thanks to a tattoo marked on her wrist, that marked her as a standing member of the New Bloods, the oldest street gang in the galaxy since the Great Emigration after the war.

Which meant that she can afford to have a seat, unlike the FNGs who had to be broken first before being accepted into the snakepit.

They called her Lex, and that was all. Until she noticed a girl coming towards her, dressed in the same brown jumpsuit and carrying a laden tray, except she was being escorted by a couple of stern-looking lady wardens.

Then it dawned upon Lex that there was a vacant seat opposite hers, and this girl, with dark purple hair (cut into short bangs) and a seemingly calm facial expression, took her seat and placed the tray onto the table.

As she watched her eat a bowl of noodles with chopsticks, Lex wondered, How long she was in this shithole? What’s so special about her?

She noted that this other girl had no tattoos or heavy scars or whatever that indicated of any past violence, or carried a demeanor worthy of a gang leader, a true queen of the penitents.

Lex hoped that this girl wouldn’t grab her by the lapels, so she asked, straight-to-the-point: “I’m in because of some crack, so what you’re doing time here for?”

The oriental-looking girl stopped eating, and her eyes stared back at Lex.

“They put me here because I sang and danced against the law,” the other girl said in an almost smoky voice. “For that I’ve been given twenty years.”

“That’s fucking weird,” Lex remarked. “What do you do for a living back then?”

“I’m an idol before coming here.”

Lex blinked. “What?”

“We’re basically performers of pop music,” the other girl said. “We mostly sing and dance, and try to make people happy no matter what problems they have. We also try to go to them no matter where they are, even in places where entertainment is banned completely.”

Immersed in the rough urban life, Lex had never heard of idols, just so much gangsta rap and freestyling in her home planet, but this was really a new concept for her… and why do somebody had to be jailed for singing? What kind of shit the anal-retentive government and the pigs were into?

“My name’s Lex,” she said, deciding to warm up to the conversation. “Lex Mallory, from Queenstar. What’s yours?”

The other girl sighed, smiled and said, “My name is Atsuko Maeda the Thirteenth. Nice to meet you… and you can call me Acchan.”

Author’s Notes: I wrote this for an hour, after I came up with this idea, wondering what happened to Acchan the 13th, and why she disappeared. I was also inspired by some of my viewings of Majisuka Gakuen.

As always, comments or criticisms are welcome. Thanks for reading.


It was a fanfic idea that I came up with while watching the latter portion of AKB0048 Stage 08, and partly inspired by a scene in Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle.

Here goes nothing…

Continue reading

Blood & Water 06 (46): Bloodlines

He who mocks the infant’s faith
Shall be mock’d in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne’er get out.

He who respects the infant’s faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

– William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

Blood & Water 05 (45): A Call to Arms

Author’s Notes: I’ve been taking time to write this chapter to prepare the characters for the inevitable face-off, as I wanted to provide the last two End of Eva episodes an added stretch.

The good news is that I now have more time to brainstorm than ever before, and at the same time I’ve been watching movies and reading books again to get more story ideas, so the tentative working title for the next chapter, at least for the time being, Auguries of Innocence.

I want to finish this and I will as promised. Thank you for keeping the faith.

Blood & Water 04 (44): Consensus

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Finally, after a very long spell and procrastination caused by severe breaks of concentration and distraction, and real life eating up so much time that should’ve devoted to this fic, I’ve finished writing this chapter.

Sure I had the images in my mind, but between the release of the last chapter and now, I could barely write a few more paragraphs, as it was maddening that I be disrupted badly, and before I could return to this chapter I feel tired.

But, anyway, I’m relieved that finally I have the time to work on this again (and other fics still waiting to be worked on). I hope that after this I’ll have enough motivation and energy to finish this and more… and as always, C&C is welcome.

I’m back.

Blood & Water 03 (43): Unilateral Declaration of Defiance

It’s short, but still it’s a sign that I’m committed to keep on until it’s done.

Blood & Water 02 (42): Code Orange

Sorry for the long delay, but here it is now!

The block that is my albatross…

I know. It’s been some time after the last chapter, and right now I’m still stuck on the next one, not sure where to go next, as it’s becoming hard for me to imagine the scene or to construct the dialogue.

Maybe I’m deep into somebody else’s business, worrying about their problems instead of me to deal with it on my terms… No, lately my time management has been shot to hell, a complete contrast to the time more than a year ago when I was able to chug through even two chapters in a single day and then post them every week.

Maybe it’s my 35-year-old eyes, now straining more than ever, squinting against the harsh light of the monitor, a sign of my inevitable aging, the slow loss of physical youth, which means I’ll have to get a new pair of eyeglasses.

Maybe I’m in a tight corner, having to juggle several disciplines (love, family, politics, military, science, philosophy) at once, yet I’m really overwhelmed by the resulting immense scale that is the End of Eva.

That’s it, I made the universe of my fanfic so big that it has encompassed everything else I have read about fan-written Eva stories… Must be my imagination cracking at the seams, almost to its fault limit, beyond design specifications.

But, geez, to be honest, through my hand I want to see the fic end on a good note, and it looks to me that I have to shake off all other distractions, save for a vital few pieces that are integral to my writing experience.


It’s time for me to begin the process of completing the story, where I have left off weeks/months ago.

As a friend once posted on her account: “a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

Time to port out from Kansas. Wish me luck. 🙂

Blood & Water 01: Recovery