That image/comic also led me to finding these two other comics by the same artist:
Asuka the Mad Dog and Shinji the Adult, 1 and
2.
And now with seeing "Asuka the Mad Dog", I want a Yakuza and NGE crossover/fusion with Asuka as Goro Majima.
...
*sighs*
xxxx
Honestly, Rei Ayanami had no clue as to why the
Nerv Clan had her dealing with loan sharks.
"...that seemed unnecessarily violent, Ayanami-san."
Ah, but of course, she couldn't help but muse as she turned towards the rather nervous-looking man; she had been entrusted with 'bloodying' the young master of the Ikari Family. As far as Tokyo-3 went, nothing happened within the
New Kamurocho district without the say-so of Gendo Ikari; as such, he had deemed it only fitting that one of his top enforcers would be the one to finally introduce his son to the realities of yakuza life. So far, the more pragmatic side of her felt that this life was not suited for the young master. "They knew the consequences of flouting our rules. They paid them. Accepting responsibility for one's actions is a key tenet of our code."
Shinji rubbed the back of his head with a bit of nervousness. (A weakness, surely.) "I know...but did you have to suplex them onto the
cement?"
Rei glanced at the trio of unconscious bodies further down the alley. "It was efficient."
"You and I have very different meanings of the word
efficient..."
A new voice suddenly shattered the evening atmosphere. "Ah,
wunderbar! If it isn't the Blue Doll herself!"
And here we go, Rei thought to herself with a stern frown; walking into the alleyway alongside a silver-haired man was a wild-looking woman with blazing red hair. Clad in black leather pants and a snakeskin-patterned brown jacket, the only thing preserving the woman's modesty was the
sarashi wraps covering her chest. Of course, the one-eyed woman — her scarred left eye hidden by a black eyepatch — didn't much care for propriety on the best of days. "It's been a while, Sohryu-san."
"Aw, is Ikari's little Doll afraid to hurt my feelings? Who cares for that polite bullcrap?!"
"Now now," cautioned the silver-haired man beside her, dressed in a suit that was practically all bright colors, almost to the point of being gaudy. "The
Seele Clan has a pact of neutrality with the
Nerv Clan, so play nice, Miss Sohryu."
The cyclops snorted at her handler. "Whatever, Kaworu."
Asuka Sohryu, thought Rei with an analytical stoicism.
Mad Dog of the Langley Family. A real hellion...and a problem child for the family patriarch, from what I recall. The family dynamics involved were allegedly a headache, so she didn't bother delving any deeper. All she cared to know was that Asuka was a yakuza captain of renown...and for someone with her temperament, that said something. "Why are you in Ikari territory?"
"What, not in the mood for an old
friend?"
"You and I have been allies of convenience at best."
Asuka snorted. "See what I mean, Kaworu? No manners at all..."
Sometimes, the redhead's brash mannerisms — so obviously
gaijin and lacking in any sense of cultural sensitivity that was a necessity for the best yakuza — could be so grating...and
why was she looking towards the young master? "Sohryu-san, he's not for you to-"
"It's
you," she said with a hoarse voice, blue eye wide with recognition.
"...oh. It's you," muttered Shinji with an almost resigned dread.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sD-UJEQHXZc
Rei's eyebrows almost disappeared into her shaggy blue hair. "Ikari-sama, you've
met Sohryu-san before?" When had this happened?!
Asuka chuckled, cracking her knuckles as she stepped towards the nervous young man. "I was in a pinch against those
verdammt punks from the Angel Alliance...and out of nowhere, you got pulled in, and instead of balling up like a
bitch, you just started whaling on everyone. It was...
magical."
Ayanami blinked. "The Alliance...?" Turning towards Shinji with wide eyes, she distantly recalled how a whole group of thugs and hooligans from the
Israfel Family had ended up going to the hospital. There had been some altercation at one of the hostess clubs lying on the border of Ikari territory, not even a week ago.
That was Ikari-sama and Sohryu-san that did that?
"...I'd rather not do a repeat of that," he said.
"Now now,
Shinji-chan," crooned Asuka with a strangely emotional energy. "Let's not play
coy...I wanna see what you can really do."
"...I don't have a reason to fight you, Sohryu-san."
SMACK.
Rei bristled as Asuka backhanded Shinji across the face. "How 'bout now,
huh? Ya gonna cry? Ya gonna go soft as a marshmallow? Like a shih tzu's
Scheiße underneath my heel?!"
Rei prepared to step forward, only to be stopped by Nagisa's arm. "What-?"
"Wait," he whispered, looking rather stern. "Let's...let this play out."
Only Nagisa's reputation as one of the most reasonable enforcers in the
Seele Clan's employ made her stop...but only just.
If she goes any further...
"I have no reason to fight you, Sohryu-san," he insisted.
Asuka got right up into Ikari's face, practically nose to nose. "Oh? Is it cause I'm a woman? Think I can't
hack it, huh? Think I'm just a two-timing bitch who spreads her legs to get to the top and can't fight for herself,
HUH?"
"...I never said any of that," he managed to say with admirable restraint.
"Oh ho...well you're the crotch-spawn of a yakuza patriarch, just like me; what makes you think you can get away with playing the limp-wristed pansy? Where's that
fire I saw against those Angel thugs?"
Rei didn't miss how Shinji's right hand slowly clenched over and over. Finally, he said, "there's no point to it. Not now."
"...just making things harder on yourself, you
baka," growled Asuka, spitting onto the ground. "If you don't bust the balls of everyone else, yours are gonna get busted."
"You can see it that way if you want...but I'll do things my way. And you won't change my mind."
The standoff seemed to continue for forever...until finally, Asuka loosed a throaty belly laugh. "Well then, looks like I'll just have to keep my eye on you until I find a way to make you
change your mind...because the way you fought was
way too intense for it to be a one-time gig."
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sg76TRf1I8E
"...thanks, I suppose..."
Turning on her heel, Asuka snapped her fingers. "Come on Kaworu, let's blow this bland back alley."
"Of course, Miss Sohryu." Nagisa nodded in Rei's direction, briefly making a few recognizable hand gestures: '
drinks, later? The usual place?'
Rei shook her head, subtly sending a few signals back: '
too busy. Try for weekend.' (Fraternizing between the Nerv and Seele Clans wasn't strictly forbidden, per se...but it was best not to advertise it.)
"Try not to be a stranger, Doll...and I'll see you soon, Shinji-chan~" audibly crooned Asuka.
Shinji, surprisingly enough, responded without stuttering. "Very well, Sohryu-san...it's a date."
Those words almost made the Mad Dog of Langley
trip. It was covered up well enough with a wild and manic laugh, but Rei knew that the redhead had legitimately been caught off guard.
How...interesting. She looked towards her younger charge with a raised eyebrow.
"...is something wrong, Ayanami-san?" nervously asked the young man.
"...you and the boss have similar tastes in women, it seems," she wryly remarked.
"
Huh? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Ask your father about stories of your mother's younger years. I'm sure you'll see what I mean."
"I'm
pretty sure I don't..."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ikari-sama." Sighing, Rei adjusted the lapels of her dark jacket, pulling at the buttons on her bright orange shirt.
The cleaners keep shrinking my clothes, she couldn't help but muse with irritation. "Ikari-sama, your clothes have always looked rather immaculate; who does your dry cleaning?"
"...no one? I do my own laundry."
Rei glanced over her shoulder, blinking confusedly. "...do you not have servants for that?"
Shinji looked a bit embarrassed. "Well,
yeah, but why have them do something I can do for myself?"
"...fair enough."
Hmm...perhaps Ikari-sama has enough strength to survive in this world after all. Maybe not as a conventional yakuza...but maybe the world to come would need something unconventional. "Let's go, Ikari-sama; the night is still young, and we still have collections to make."
Thus did the
Blue Dragon of Ikari escort the future Ikari Patriarch throughout New Kamurocho...
xxxx
/I have no idea where this all came from
//eh, I ain't complaining