Well, this is The Evincar with yet another new fanfic…You may be confused and angry by this, or you may just not care…It's true that by making all these new fanfics that makes me take longer with my mass updates and I have to divert my attention to other fanfics…

But so what? I can't help myself. :D I just love making new fanfics when I'm bored. But you'll never see me actually abandon a fanfic, just take longer updating them…

I originally wanted to make this new fanfic be Neon Genesis: Resurrection, a chaotic EoE comedy fic, but I've postponed that to an undetermined date in the future…

This is a post-EoE fic, five years after Third Impact. Humanity and many familiar characters have begun to return, etc, you'll see…

This is a crossover, although like Shinji's Stronghold and another top secret fanfic that will go nameless, I'd rather not tell you with what…

And yes, god help me, this is a Kaworu/Shinji story, although there will be other elements of other relationships.

I know, I know, I'm a fanatical A/S supporter who hates Kaworu/Shinji, but it suited the story, and hey, it's only slight, I needed it…

Besides, I wanted to try it…

Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion or its characters. Gainax does, and they rock. Who else could create both Evangelion and FLCL! I also don't own anything that happens to be crossed over in this story.

The Year 2020

Tokyo 3, Japan

Unknown Location

The grimy, dusty masculine hand clutched onto the photograph, between its index finger and thumb, tightly.

The photograph is crude and seems to have been damaged by heat, barely visible within its frame is what seems almost like a murder scene, a slumped over, seemingly male, because of the size, body missing a head, lying on its black suited stomach, a pool of blood all around it.

One could almost smell the death in the air, fragrant as it wafted from the photograph.

The hand holding the photo suddenly fans it in a rapid flapping motion; then holds it still. The image begins to fade, and again the hand begins shaking and fanning the picture.

Finally the image fades to nothing. The hand holding the photo flaps it again; then places it at the back of a black camera.

The camera sucks the photograph back up, and the flash bulb bursts, the blinding flash emanating.

The hand lowers the camera, revealing the face of a young man, Japanese with a shock of black hair and what seems like the beginnings of a beard he would usually have shaved. Sweat drips down his face and he seems to be breathing hard.

Shinji Ikari coughed, blood covering his face and his beige suit, wet and still dripping down him. He stares forward, seemingly satisfied at what is in front of him.

His hand suddenly opens and catches a handgun which leaps up into his grasp.

Still staring, he crouches down and pulls a body off the floor by the wet hair of its bloody head. He slowly inserts the barrel of the gun into the horrendously bloody mess where the mouth should be.

Shinji Ikari flinches and there is a deafening roar as wet crimson leaps off his face, and suit, and hair.

He stumbles back, pulling the man up with him, by the neck, staring in his face with the gun stuffed into the man's mouth.

The man's face is reassembled from a bloody pulp to the face of a young man seemingly Shinji Ikari's age, with soft dark brown eyes and a shock of ebony hair. It is the face of Touji Suzahara, age nineteen.

"Why!"

Shinji Ikari stared forward, his eyes wide, his hands clenching and unclenching in horrendous shock.

"Kaworu? Why!"

The pale boy floated in front of him, a patient smile on his face.

"Thank you, Shinji Ikari…I am glad you have defeated Unit 02, otherwise I may have continued to survive with her…"

Shinji stiffened, and suddenly jerked forward, his eyes shrouded in darkness, his hands trembling as he willed his great Evangelion Unit to grasp the floating boy in its left hand, hard enough to hold but not impressing its great strength to the point of crushing the floating angel, like an animal holding its cub between its fangs.

I've been destined to live forever, even if humanity is annihilated as a result. However, I am able to die. To be or not to be. It makes no difference to me in the end. Death is, in truth, the only absolute liberty. That is something you Lillum have yet to understand, the finality and freedom, the duality of death. The fate of death is the joy of liberty. The fate of destruction is the joy of rebirth."

Shinji slowly shook his head, overcome by confusion, betrayal, and a horrendous feeling of dread and familiar sadness.

"No! Kaworu? What are you talking about? I don-I can-…I don't understand you…"

"These are my last words, my last will and testament, if you will, Shinji Ikari…"

"Last words! No…I won-…What?"

"Now, please erase me. Otherwise you will be erased. The life that escapes the time of annihilation, and that obtains the future, is only one. And, you are not the one who must die. You need the future, it is what you live for, all of you Lillum, and so you will never understand the truth of it all, of the finality."

He paused and Shinji Ikari seemed mesmerized by his crimson eyes, they almost seemed to calm him down, his thoughts no longer crowded and chaotic as he continued with his calm, almost kind, voice.

"Thank you, Shinji Ikari. I am glad to have met you."

Shinji Ikari finally spoke, speaking in a voice and tone that was totally foreign to him and scared him completely and utterly even as it wafted out of his mouth.

"No…I don't want to…I'm…I'm tired of this…of doing what everyone…tells me to do…"

Tokyo 3, Japan

Tokyo 3 Motel

Shinji Ikari's eyes strained open; his breathe coming out quickly as his body shook in the newly wafting sunlight.

He rolled his red eyes to one side, and then finally turned his head, peering about on the dusty bed.

So…where are you?

Shinji Ikari groaned as he peered about the small room with musty curtains as he laid silently on a messy looking queen-sized bed.

You're in some motel room…

Tokyo 3, Japan

Unknown Location

The black sedan bumped against the railroad tracks as it drove upon them, approaching a large, apparently abandoned building that seemed derelict.

Shinji Ikari is driving, dressed in a clean beige suit and staring forward as he parked the car. Next to him is Touji Suzahara, staring calmly out of the window of the car, dressed in a smart black suit.

Shinji stopped the car next to a pickup truck that was also parked outside the derelict building and then finally killed the engine, his eyes darting towards the blue pickup truck alongside them.

"Looks like somebody's home…"

Touji's peered at Shinji with a tinge of nervousness and then turned to look at the pickup.

"Eh, that things been there for years…"

Shinji stepped out of the black sedan, slamming the driver side door and stalking towards the pickup truck, staring at it and inspecting the inside through the untinted windows with a careful, methodical eye.

Touji slowly followed behind him, scratching the back of his neck.

"I think you're wrong, Touji…These tracks aren't more than a few days old…"

He reached out for the pickup truck's driver side door, surprised as it opened; the truck apparently left unlock by its owner.

Shinji began to search the interior, staring at the dirty carpet and then noticing six bullets laid dormant on the car carpet.

He carefully picked up two of the copper colored projectiles, staring at them listlessly and then dropping them back onto the carpet with the other four.

Shinji finally shut the door, turning to his silent companion with a sigh.

"Let's take a look inside."

Shinji began to make his way into the derelict house, slowly strolling as he patted his suit. Touji stood silent, leaning against the pickup truck and staring at the former Third Child's back with an uneasy glare.

Tokyo 3, Japan

Abandoned House

Shinji stood in the quiet, dimly-lit darkness of the interior of the derelict house, a musty, decaying hallway in front of him.

He pulled a stack of photographs from his suit pocket and stared at them, leafing through them rapidly as he heard footsteps from the house's front door.

He finally chose a single photograph from the stack, staring at it as Touji began to step up behind him.

The photograph shows Touji standing in front of the blue pickup truck, a brown haired woman with freckles standing beside him, happy smiles on both of their faces. On the broad white strip beneath the photo is handwritten in black marker:

"Touji Suzahara"

Shinji calmly flipped the photograph around, ignoring Touji's approach behind him, and stared at the white strip on the back, where there was, handwritten in the same small writing style:

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIS LIES"

"HE IS THE ONE"

"KILL HIM"

Shinji's head drooped down as he sighed.

I've finally found him, dammit, Kaworu…I finally found him…How long have I been looking?

Shinji stuffed the photographs back into his pocket and then carefully reached around to the back of his waistband, drawing a sleek black handgun, keeping it out of Touji's line of sight.

Touji stared at him, his eyes wary.

"Find anything yet? Didn't think so…Let's go already, yeah?"

Shinji remained with his back to Touji, silent, not responding in speech or movement.

Touji's countenance seemed to take on a great nervousness for a few seconds, his face worried, but then his mood seemed to transform suddenly into a casual air, shrugging dismissively although Shinji could not see and talking with a casual, careless tone.

"Fuck this…"

Touji turned around, making his way towards the door, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder and floored by a butt of a gun to the back of his head.

Touji crumpled over, disorientated, groaning, as Shinji spilled down almost like a ravage rapid, covering the former Fourth Child in dozens of blows as he began brutally pistolwhipping Suzahara, Shinji's face twisted into berserker rage, his voice breaking as he shouted with all of his lungs.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID, YOU SON OF A BITCH! BEG FOR FORGIVENESS, DAMMIT! YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID! BEG FOR MERCY AND THEN PAY!"

Shinji dragged the limp Touji down the hallway with an almost unbelievable show of strength, quickly dumping him deeper into the dark house, his eyes frantic his mouth twitching as he stood over Touji's groaning form, which was currently feebly spitting blood.

Touji stared up at him with malice and a tinge of sick pity, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

"You…you don't have a clue…you freak…"

Shinji didn't respond, instead methodically crouching down and grabbing Touji by the neck and pulling him up off the floor, the handgun pointed at the young man's mouth.

"Beg for forgiveness, dammit! Beg for his forgiveness before I blow your brains out!"

Touji shook his head, growling, blood dripping off him.

"Shinji…You don't even have any idea of what's going on! I bet you don't even know my name."

Shinji grinned triumphantly, a vicious look and spoke in almost a harsh whisper.

"Touji…Touji Suzahara, the former fourth child!"

Touji groaned, shaking his battered face and smiling wryly.

"You read it off your fucking photo! You don't know me, you don't even know yourself!"

Kaji shook his head, staring at Shinji with a slight smile.

"You only think you understand. People cannot perfectly understand each other. They can't even understand themselves."

Shinji seemed to waver for a moment, his head in chaos, his mind flinching from the sudden unexplainable memory and Touji's words.

"No…no…no…I'm Shinji Ikari, the former third child, I'm from-"

Touji shook his head once more, staring at the young man choking him, with a blood grin on his face.

"Hah…That's who you were…You don't even know who you are."

Shinji's face twisted into angry confusion as he jabbed the barrel of the pistol into Touji's face.

"Shut your mouth!"

"Let me take you down into the basement Shinji, to show you just what you've become."

Touji gestured towards a door that seemed to lead down to the basement, if the derelict house had one, it is closed and gray. His voice is tinged with pain from the beating and from the current danger of the situation, but otherwise he seems to almost be cruelly enjoying Shinji's anxiety and confusion.

He continued in an almost intimate voice, friendly and calm, insinuating and smooth.

"C'mon, Shin-man…we'll take a look down there together. Then you'll know. You'll know what you really are…"

Shinji glanced almost fearfully at the basement door and then his almost tired eyes glanced back at Touji's bloody face.

With a grunt he made sure his grasp on Touji's neck was strong enough to control his movement and then shoved the cold black barrel of the handgun right into Touji's mouth without warning, just as the former fourth child opened his mouth to speak once more.

Touji's face seemed to twist finally into true panic and fear, no longer intimate and smooth, he began to furiously struggle, punching and kicking at Shinji, who responded by knocking the wind of the young man with a knee to the stomach and then tensing his fingers on the trigger.

Touji's eyes widened to an unbelievable size, almost like white saucers, filled with confusion, pity and anger.

The former fourth child struggled to speak with the barrel in his mouth but all that came were unintelligible grunts. He gagged on the barrel just as Shinji pulled the trigger.

A shot rang out, echoing in the empty building.

Well, hope you didn't think it was too confusing, or stupid, or lame…This is going to be slight Kaworu/Shinji, and I mean slight…Maybe even nonexistent…ehehhehe…

Well, anyway, see you next chapter.