Rated M for later content.
Aternant title: Limits
Even at such a young age Kaworu Nagisa had been so enveloped in Lilim culture. Most likely for the fact that he lived right in the middle of it, yet could never completely touch.
He knew they wanted him to be human. Or more, act human, to be a human greater than human. They had not understood then that the only outcome could be an angel.
Tabris was his true name but he did not care for it. It was as if Kaworu was his nickname, a nickname in which had only been given to him after they enrolled him in a school. His body developed as it should at the correct pace and size, yet his emotions stayed unwavering and minimal.
They had classified him as a sociopath to the school as to not raise too much suspicion to his inhuman actions.
Seven years of age and he had long ago passed that of a genius, yet he still sat in the small class of others his age learning their numbers and singing silly songs.
He loved it.
"Shinji-kun."
The small child did not even glance up at him, he just shifted, nodding to communicate that he had heard.
This was how most of their interactions played out. Shinji was much too shy to even speak a word to him. He did not care though, Shinji just happened to live at NERV headquarters as he did.
The main fact was however, Kaworu did not particularly care for anyone.
However that changed, and one might find it sick as to why it did, but it was everything to Kaworu. The way Shinji wrapped his delicate fingers around his neck, the way he could feel the air being constricted out of him, and the way Shinji's face contorted with pure rage, an emotion he would never have the pleasure of feeling.
The details of the attack forever etched into his memories, as everything else, but more vivid. He could truly still feel the touch.
It had all happened at NERV headquarters in the homing district. Shinji had stumbled into his room, he did not know why, nor did he even care. However the small child had not wanted to say anything, so Kaworu had been forced to say everything. He really only talked about school at first, but the conversation Kaworu upheld by himself took a small turn to the topic of Shinji's father, which apparently was forbidden as the young one had jumped him at the sound of just his first name.
Oh how Shinji had sparked a fire in him that day. He could still remember the way Shinji's eyes filled with fear as he realized what he had started doing, his hands slowly shifting away. He had run away back to his room after that, much to Kaworu's dissatisfaction.
He was not angry however, in fact, he felt something he had never felt before. Something he never knew he was capable of feeling.
Affection.
