Disclaimedo: Honestly, why in the bloody hell do we put these things up? I mean we all know by now that no of us owns the Evangelion franchise, unless one of the authors here is secretly Hideki Anno. But then why would he be writing fanfiction for his….wait….never mind.
Note: In the immortal words of the Dragoons, "I have returned" and am here to bring you a new story adopted from fellow Eva fan ThatMairyguy who has so kindly allowed me to continue this for him, of course with a couple of twists of my own. So sit back my friends and enjoy the show.
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Yet Another Adopted Fanfiction: Silence Edition
Chapter One: Rule 63 is Bravo
"This is your new classmate, Ikari, Shiiko." The teacher gave a disinterested wave to one side, rapping his knuckles against the board with his swing. "Since your father didn't deign to tell a mere mortal such as myself anything further, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" the teacher's voice rose slightly out is his usual monotone, but his face remained as though were of stone. Shiiko gave a short nod to the teacher, a small clip falling from her left temple, and with her hair now free it began to attack her depth perception. With a quick 'eep', Shiiko recovered the item when it began to bounce around the floor. Straightening up, she attempted to tame her brown hair and introduce herself at the same time.
"Well as you just heard my name is Shiiko," she began her introduction, her quiet voice reaching barely halfway down the classroom. "But I don't mind if you want to call me Shii-chan or something like that." Shiiko's voice trailed off as she thought of what to say next. "Anno…. I play the violin but it's yet to arrive along with some other things. I uh, came here to help with my father's business, but other than that I hope we get along well!" Shiiko ended with a high-pitched, genuinely worried shout and a deep bow. The rushed movement shaking loose both clips she'd put in that morning. It was lucky the bangs fell in front of her face or the whole class would have been able to see the tortured look that meant she was close to tears. She'd spent so long this morning, combing her hair this way and that until it vaguely resembled what her cousin had done that was apparently cute; now her new classmates weren't going to like her because she was ugly and then when they find out about the robot they'd really hate her and then it would be just like…
It was too much.
Shiiko fell to her knees with her head in her hands, the sobs louder than most of what she'd said that day. This was it, she knew; now someone would ask her what was wrong and she'd tell them about her father and the robot and the blue-haired boy and then her father would find out and make her live in the Geofront and never talk to anyone except for Mikado and Dr Akagi ever again.
"These are important to you, aren't they?"
Looking up, face red and wet, Shiiko saw the freckles first, near symmetrical freckles sitting under eyes full of nothing, but kindness. Shiiko shook her head; those were just the only pair she'd remembered to pack in her overnight bag.
"Then you don't mind if I hold on to these? I'm sure I can find a cute girl like you that wants them." The boy began to close his hand but Shiiko snatched the clips back. With shaking hands Shiiko tried to affix the clips, but in her rush they just wouldn't hold.
"I-I-I just wanted to look c-cute but they won't stay in and now you all hate me-"
"We'd be pretty horrible people if we hated you just because of this." The boy retrieved the clips from where they'd just been abandoned on the floor. "I'm sure one of the girls knows how to make these stay in. We'll get you sorted out and start class, how does that sound?"
Shiiko nodded, salty tears falling into her forced smile. With an 'up we go' the boy brought her to her feet and led her over to an empty seat. Turning to the girl in the seat adjacent, the boy started whispering.
"Alright Kei-chan, help her fix her hair and make sure these stay in. Can you do that?"
The girl gestured in the affirmative, so the boy handed the clips over to her and went back to his seat at the front of the class. The girl turned fully in her seat to face Shiiko, lacing her knuckles together and stretching them until they popped.
"I'm Aida, Keiichi, and for the next five minutes of homeroom, I'm going to be your stylist."
And for the next five minutes, she was.
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The rest of the day was entirely uneventful, though several of the boys thought her apparent helplessness meant they could take advantage of her. With several of the as-of-right-now anonymous boys crowding her desk, Shiiko tried to pack her things in the most non-threatening and non-seductive fashion possible. Whilst directing a three-man cleaning crew around the classroom, the boy from earlier noticed her plight and called over Keiichi and another girl dressed in a track suit. Gesturing over to Shiiko, the boy all but commanded the two to save her from the army of suitors. With an angered look, the other girl stormed through the forest of desks to stand behind the pack of boys. The boys turned when she coughed, then immediately scattered to the four corners of the world (classroom).
"Hi there, name's Tomoe. Horaki doesn't want anybody taking advantage of you or anything, so we'll walk home with you."
"Oh, thanks I guess." Mikado had told her to stay out of trouble, but she hadn't thought she'd be raped on the first day of school. Tomoe took her hand and led her to the front of the class. Grabbing Keiichi with her other hand, Tomoe began to pull the two girls away, but Shiiko came to a halt as they passed the boy with the strangely symmetrical freckles.
"Th-thank you for all your help today. Really." Shiiko tried to be polite, but the boy waved it off.
"I'm the class rep, so I really should be doing that sort of thing more often."
"Yeah," Tomoe said, arms crossed. "You really should."
"Well, anyway, see you three tomorrow then. Don't talk to any strange guys if you can avoid it!" The boy turned back to his cleaning crew, but Shiiko grabbed at his sleeve.
"Wait. I didn't get your name earlier."
"You didn't?" A look of realization dawned on the boy's face. "I'm Horaki, Hikaru; speak to me if there's any trouble in the future."
"I will. Thank you." With a short wave from all parties involved, Shiiko was herded out the door.
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The three girls left the school grounds in total silence; Shiiko because she didn't actually know either girl, the other two because they were wary of another crying fit. Eventually Shiiko broke the silence by turning to Tomoe. Well, technically she didn't break the silence by turning to Tomoe as breaking the silence usually requires more than basic physical activity.
"Tomoe, it didn't seem like you like Horaki. Why? He was so nice today."
Tomoe snorted, setting her expression to 'mildly gruntled'. "He's nice to you because you're the new kid and you cried so suddenly, but he's hardly ever that nice to people he knows are stable." Hearing that, Keiichi piped up from Tomoe's other side.
"Yeah, but that's because we're a bit weird around other people, and you don't make it any easier on yourself by acting so butch any time you're near him. Then there's the whole 'kill the men, steal the women' rumor you do nothing to discourage." Shiiko was startled with genuine curiosity, eventually prompting Keiichi to continue.
"I'm sorry, but what? I can't imagine a rumor like that getting around, it seems so extreme."
"Well," Keiichi began, dragging the single syllable out to almost two seconds. "It began some time last year when Tomoe beat a guy up for harassing a girl in our class. It sort of spiraled out of control until Tomoe just stands near a girl and no guy goes near them."
Tomoe threw her arms into the air in exasperation and called out: "Yeah, I know I look like a regular old dyke, but I don't think it's going to solve all my problems if I have a break down and cry in front of the class." Tomoe was clearly going to say more, but Keiichi hushed her. "Sorry Shiiko, I guess I'm just a little bit worked up about the 'kill the men' thing."
"No, it's fine. I really shouldn't have cried like that in front of everyone, it's just kind of embarrassing now." Shiiko tried to pass it off as a joke, even going so far as to theatrically rub the back of her head, but Keiichi wasn't buying it.
"If you don't mind me asking, why were you crying? It doesn't seem like your hair clips are worth crying over."
Shiiko dropped her head in thought; she shouldn't tell people about the robot, but she could at least tell people about her life before Tokyo-3.
"Well, a little over ten years ago now my mother died, and my father was never good at raising me, especially with his work, so I was sent off to live with my uncle and cousin. Because I was essentially an orphan, no one went out of their way to be nice to me, it got to a point where the only people in school who would talk to me was my cousin and one or two of her friends. Then I came here to Tokyo-3 and I wanted people to like me more so I tried doing my hair to look good but it kept falling out, so I panicked."
Shiiko's two companions stored that story away in memory for a further occasion, and then proceeded to talk about absolutely banal things for the rest of the walk to Shiiko's apartment complex.
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Shiiko heard Mikado come home later that night as she was preparing dinner, but she made no effort to welcome her next door neighbor and now superior officer. Eventually, after she had finished her meal and was beginning to read up on the homework required for her at her new school, there was a knock at the door. It was entirely defunct to knock on the doors in the apartment building as they all had doorbells, but the noises those hellish things made was not conducive to human ears as Shiiko had learned, so every inhabitant knocked instead.
"Heya Shii-chan, fun first day? Get in any fights, make friends or fall in luuuurve?" The purple-haired man at the door crooned.
"Not really." Shiiko dodged the question like an old pro that wasn't very pro. "I made a couple of friends and I think the class rep seems nice, but nothing much happened."
"You sure?" Mikado waltzed into the kitchen, beer in hand. "Nothing as serious as, I don't know, crying the minute you introduced yourself?"
Shiiko stared in shock at the man, and then asked worriedly "How did you find out about that? Are you watching me?"
Mikado waved the can of beer about; clearly the listening devices and cameras irked him just as much. "No, but your father has set up security details to watch all of us and they report directly to me or your father. Plus your teacher called your father with a mind to yell at him, but he got passed off to me seeing as I'm your new boss." Mikado walked over to Shiiko and brought her into a tight hug before whispering in her ear. "I'm hugging you because you look like you need one, but you should also know that they have cameras and listening devices in the apartments."
Shiiko pushed Mikado away and gasped. "Are they, are they watching me shower? And get dressed?" the young girl covered her chest, even though she was already fully clothed. Mikado laughed.
"No, the Commander made them take out the ones in the bathroom and bedroom once he sorted out where you were living. Being the Commander's daughter does have some benefits."
"I'd rather be my father's daughter, if that's alright with him." Shiiko didn't know why she'd said that, but it was there now and she'd have to deal with it.
"I'll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing, and I'll see you at NERV for some red tape and paperwork tomorrow, alright?" Mikado turned and walked back out the door, not acknowledging at any point that he hadn't been wearing a shirt.
As the door slid shut with a pneumatic hiss, Shiiko took several deep breaths as she tried to deal with what she had just said. Failing that, she ran into her room, got changed under the bed covers and cried for the second time that day.
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Yet Another Adopted Fanfiction: Silence Edition
Chapter One: Rule 63 is Bravo
The Fanfiction thou hast given me for adoption
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Omake:
Mikado waved the can of beer about; clearly the listening devices and cameras irked him just as much. "No, but your father has set up security details to watch all of us and they report directly to me or your father. Plus your teacher called your father with a mind to yell at him, but he got passed off to me seeing as I'm your new boss." Mikado walked over to Shiiko and brought her into a tight hug before whispering in her ear. "I'm hugging you because you look like you need one, but you should also know that they have cameras and listening devices in the apartments."
Shiiko pushed Mikado away and gasped. "Are they, are they watching me shower? And get dressed?" the young girl covered her chest, even though she was already fully clothed.
"No, no," the ponytailed Major exclaimed through his laughter before his reassuring smile morphed into a lecherous grin. "But I do."