Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, if I did you would never have read this and the storyline would have been different.
Summary: Alright, there are plenty of stories out there where Shinji is found by someone and becomes a double gun toting, katana wielding killer of demons. While there is nothing really wrong with that, I decided to do something more realistic. Meaning that when he was abandoned by dear old daddy, he was taken in by child services. Who promptly put him with a family, then because of the UN and its policies to increase world wide cooperation, stuck him with a family in Kajikistan. He then became a child soldier and by the age of fourteen is a child mercenary for whoever pays the bills. This took a little longer than I thought, so on onto the story. Or a short prelude. Whatever.
The color of gunmetal
by improbus
Prologue: What kind of name is that?
Line up the top of the front sight with the top of the back sight.
Bullets whizzed past around and overhead, several clipped the ground right in front of him.
Concentrate on the front sight.
The enemy shooter was blazing away at his postion, the rounds were getting closer.
Still concentrating on the front sight, bring it around till it's where you want the round to go.
The shooter was getting better, several bullets clipped his clothing as they went on their merry way.
The front sight was on the shooter's face, still concentrating on the front sight, gently squeeze the trigger.
One round grazed his face, another his leg.
The roar of the gun, the recoil as the pistol bucks in his hand, steadying the gun and bringing it back on target.
The entire exchange had taken perhaps three seconds. The man in the prone position slowly got back to his feet keeping the pistol ready in a two-handed grip the entire time. The gun the shooter had held lay at the top of the sandbag bunker, the shooter himself had fallen back inward when he was hit. Advancing caustiously, he picked his way over to the bunker and looked inwards. The shooter's brains were splattered against the back wall, and his corpse lay on the bottom of the sandbags.
It was over. This had been the last position that had needed to be taken. But, he wouldn't relax his guard while he was in the field, that would be a quick way to an early grave. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned quickly beginning the process over again.
"Woah, easy there Kid. I ain't the enemy." It was Dirk. One of the other mercenaries assigned to this misson. They had taken to calling him The Kid because of his age. And Dirk was not Dirk's real name either, they used false names to hide their identity in case of retaliation.He had been friendly enough. He gave a nod of greeting.
"Got one eh? Good one less of these bastard militia to try and kill us."
"Have we been recalled?" His voice sounded odd, unused. It took him a moment to remember that it had been almost 3 days since he had used it last.
"Yeah, I hear that they actually got real food and mail this time."
He had no need of either, though the first would be nice change. He never got mail.
"C'mon, we had better hurry otherwise the others will get all the grub."
They quickly made their way across the remnants of the former druglord's compound. Since he was indisposed they had little to fear, yet still made their way carefully. Arriving at camp, they found that both rumours were true. They quickly fought their way through the crowd of mercenaries to get to the grub and then fought their way back out again. That in itself was a heroic effort since they were not above stealing real food off of another's plates. During the meal mail call was held and as names were called the lucky mercenaries went up and got their mail. It took a moment before he realized he had indeed heard his name called.
"Shinji Ikari!...Shinji Ikari!...Are you here?!"
Shinji got up, dusted himself off, and walked over to collect the first mail he had gotten in a long time. He walked back over to his meal and put the letter away in his pocket for reading later the semi-privacy of his tent.
There was a few moments of silence before...
"...What the hell kind of name is that?"
Author's Notes beyond this point...
Alright, this is my first story put on any fan site. I know its short, its a prologue, one that I will be adding to eventually. I know it's got holes bigger than...well I can't say that on this site. Please reveiw as usual, give me ideas, nicely, be a bitch about it and I'll ignore it. I will try to get the first actual chapter out soon. I got school thoguh so I'm not sure yet.