Disclaimer: do not own the rights to Evangelion, Studio Gainax animation does. Should the rightful owners and creator ask to remove this work, I'd do so in a nano-second. The following piece of writing is just a fragment of my imagination! So please don't sue me, my family, my friends, my cat Milk, or even my neighbor's dog!
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt on a fanfiction, I've written stories before, but first time writing a fanfic. So if I do anything wrong please e-mail me and give me some experience ^.^ The following is a short story I did, an 11 pm production that inspired a series I'm planning. My hopes are not really THAT high since school's starting and writing time is going to be cut by a lot! So Q('.'Q)
Neon Genesis Evangelion: Meaning of the Truth
Prologue: A Lone Crusade
The truth.
The truth had meant a lot to him, and he nearly spend his entire life devoted to
finding the truth for the sake of him and others. This very thing the man desired had nearly killed him and caused vast sufferings to the people he cared about.
"What for?" the man asked himself, checking to see his pistol if it was loaded or not before holstering it.
In fact, he got too close to the truth and came very close to killing him because of what he found out, the terrible secrets and lies that shrouded the organizations known as Seele and NERV. Their secret agendas ruined the lives of god know how many people.
The man's natural habit commandeered his right hand to rub his chin after he finished encasing himself in a suit of body armor. He chuckled, thinking how many times a certain woman always told him to shave.
"Eternally unshaven man, is it?" just before he closed the locker, he caught a glimpse of a picture sticking out from his wallet. It was a small wallet-sized picture.
He retrieved the photo with an unconscious thought. "I hope you will understand…" he whispered sadly to the picture.
The two persons within the photo looked so happy, a purple hair woman was grinning like an idiot in the arms of… his former self. His free hand unconsciously rubbed at the bruise from the very bullet that nearly killed him, if not for that engagement ring in his left breast pocket… He shuddered at the thought; the agent remembered waking up later and found the bullet lodged in the now deformed diamond ring.
Yes, it's the truth's fault for separating him from true happiness.
The truth, the real reason of instrumentality, the mad plan to fuse every human being into one organism, the attempt to become a god, and to erase all traces of emotional pain, loneliness, and other negative emotions one must experience in life. The old men of Seele were forgetting their limitations as mere human beings; humans are a creation, not
the creator.
The agent shook his head at the thought, instrumentality happened almost everyday throughout the world, even before the fateful event of the Second Impact. Instrumentality happened when two soul mates found each other, breaking their AT-Field, the lights of their very hearts, and bond the two together as one and therefore completing each other.
Well, can't really blame Seele since apparently the entire committee was a bunch of old men.
"God, someone's got to get Seele some girls…" the agent muttered under his breath.
The "triple" agent gently touched the face of the woman in the photo one last time before putting it away, deep in thought of those he'll cause pain to. His love, the fiery redhead he considered to be his very own daughter, and the wimpy boy who shouldered the curse. He chuckled, thinking of how similar they all were, unfamiliar with expressing their feelings.
But I'm doing this for all of them.
"Commander Kaji," a man encased in a similar suit of body armor said solemnly, appearing almost out of nowhere, "it's time."
"One last thing I need to do…" the eternally unshaven man produced an envelope and slipped a disk inside. He carefully placed it into the hands of another agent. "The very fate o this world rests on delivering this to the boy."
"Sir, those idiots they called pilots are known to be impatient," the man reminded almost nervously. Kaji turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm? You really think Seele has that short supply of security agents?" he took a breath, and then added, "I'm sure the other team will leave us someone to shoot." The other man grinned like an idiot. "Move out then, we have a world to save!"
Yes, I'm doing this for all of them. This is the price of the truth, and the responsibility after finding the truth.
Staring at the night sky on the helipad, Kaji looked at the stars as if it was his final moment alive
If I am successful, we'll meet again. Sorry for all the pain I will and had caused, but please understand Katsuragi… I'm doing this for all of you. Tell the kids if you have the chance, and remember the truth is always with you.
With a nod, Kaji and his team, all encased in ebony body armor and armed to the teeth, boarded the awaiting VTOL transport. Commander Kaji Ryouji gave one last glance at the beautiful night sky before boarding the VTOL.
This is my purpose in life, this is the price I'll pay for finding happiness, and this is my crusade…
Author's Note: Prologue is redone and reformatted for your reading pleasure =) An 11 P.M. production that inspired a series, C&C is appreciated. This is my first FF so don't be harsh =)
I'd like to thank Rhuobhe26 and The Human Duck for prereading ^.^
