Singularity
Most of the time, numbers decide things. On rare occasions, numbers mean nothing. Sometimes, all it takes is one person with one question to change a world.
Disclaimer: Evangelion and all characters are owned and property of Gainax. I seek no profit from this endeavor. Yep, strictly for fun.
(Shortly after the Ninth Angel's Attack)
Shinji Ikari fazed in and out of consciousness as he sat in his desk, ignoring the teacher's dronings altogether. He had simply grown tired of the lecture, though he would never actually admit to it. Looking to his left, there was Rei Ayanami, designated First Child, staring out the window as was customary. He could not really accurately describe his feelings towards the enigmatic child. With blue hair and red eyes, she certainly stood out.
Turning to his right, he peered at his other fellow pilot. Asuka Langely Sorhyu, designated Second Child. He tried to do it without being noticed, knowing her reaction if he was caught. She was loud, obnoxious, and terribly full of herself. He sometimes laughed at himself at how much she garnered his attention. He couldn't help it, he was infused with her. He had no chance, and though it saddened him, it made his life easier and a little less complicated.
Soon, Shinji's duel with tedium was cut short and the bell sounded, ending the school day.
"Class dismissed, make sure you study for the upcoming test."
The cheers from the school day being over were quickly drowned out from groans and moans from the classroom.
"Man, this sucks, I haven't even paid attention to our teacher. And now, all of a sudden, we have a test! This sucks."
Touji Suzuhara's rant about the injustices of the education system were cut short by a loud rebuttal, coming from the Second Child.
"You idiot, you said that already."
"Hey, lay off me, you demon."
Shinji Ikari tuned them out shortly after Kensuke joined the fray and decided to leave before they got him involved. As he bent down to pick up his books, someone shoved into him, forcing his books to the ground. Shinji rubbed his head and he peered upwards, now noticing the assailiant. It was Kyuuchi Taguchi, another student in his class. He hadn't shared one word with him since his arrival in Tokyo-3. He was tall and langly, with shaggy brown hair that had been highlighted blonde on the top. Even if he hadn't talked to him, he had heard things. He was supposed to be weathly, his father owning a large food company. There were some more stories about his apparent disregard for the feelings of young women.
"Oh, I'm sor-ry, Kyuuchi."
Kyuuchi looked down at him quizically and raised one eyebrow. This inspection made Shinji blush and go back to gathering his books. He had gathered them all up except one, which was apparently missing. Looking back up, he noticed it was in Kyuuchi's hands.
"What are you sorry for? I was busy checking out some girl to notice you, my bad. Here's your book."
This incident had also caught the attention of Asuka, who even though her pride condemned Shinji Ikari to worthlessness, she still had to help out her fellow pilots. She quickly stomped towards Kyuuchi, her argument with Touji and Kensuke apparently forgotten.
"Hey, baka, don't you need to apologize to him? You have no respect for you saviors!"
Kyuuchi simply shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the classroom, looking back for one last look. Whether at Shinji or at Asuka's behind, no one knew. And now, the two pilots were left alone in the classroom.
"Shinji, you're such a wimp. I mean, you can let me walk all over you, but only me."
"Sorry, Asuka," Shinji apologized and he could virtually feel the anger radiating off the girl.
"Stop apologizing and just change it," Asuka yelled, seemingly disgusted with the boy's behavior. "Now, come on and walk me home, you've got to cook tonight."
Dinner at the Ikari/Katsuragi/Sorhyu residence was always an adventure. Most of those adventures involved two women teasing one man until his cheeks just began blushing perpetually. But today, Asuka had something to say to Misato, which was undoubtetly a complaint.
"Misato, a boy today in class practically ran over Shinji. And you know what he did? Nothing! What if that happens in an Angel battle? He's unfit for combat."
Now Misato was an intelligent, if unresponsible woman, and could sense the exaggeration in the redhead's voice.
"Oh, really? Is that how it happened, Shinji," Misato inquired, slightly concerned about bullies. Shinji was a sensitive boy and that could lead to trouble with some people. He just didn't know how to act in society sometimes. She didn't blame him, however, it wasn't his choice.
"No! I mean, it was an accident, he said so."
Asuka had to interject, "How do you know? He could have been covering for himself."
Misato had to agree, such a thing was plausible.
"She's right, Shinji. How do you know?"
Shinji struggled to comply for a few seconds, until he finally gathered the words. He didn't know how to word this without citing the wrath of Asuka.
"Uhm, uh, because he said he was, uh," Shinji's face began to redden, "looking at a girl when he, uhm, ran into me."
Misato ruefully shook her head, knowing what puberty was like for poor girl-crazed boys. Asuka, on the other hand, saw it differently.
"I knew all Japanese boys were perverts."
Shinji decided not to defend his gender from Asuka's attacks and returned to his food. Before he could dig in, Misato interjected one more time.
"He sounds like someone that would do you good to be friends with, you should talk to him."
Asuka rolled her eyes, "Oh, that's good, have him form the coalition of perverts, to prey on young women like me."
Asuka continued this excercise in melodrama for quite a while and dinner passed on and the three went to their respective bedrooms. Shinji, howevered, pondered Misato's request before sleeping. She did have a point, Kyuuchi seemed cool enough and he could count his true friends on one hand.
"Maybe I should."
- End. -
There you go, my first chapter of my first story. I hope you like the beginning. I apologize for the short chapter. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. I'll write it as soon as possible. This story was not pre-read.
