The Holy Eva Wars
A Neon Genisis Evangelion / Fate/Stay Night Crossover?
Summery: Shinji Ikari one kid that just wants a normal, peaceful life after a past riddled with hardship. Fate has something else planned for the young teenager, however, and now Shinji is now participating in an all out Battle Royale between magic users known as Magus and their Servants for none other than the Holy Grail itself and with it their wildest dreams coming true. What's a kid got to do for some normalcy in his life?
AN: Hey and welcome to The Holy Eva Wars! This is my first fanfic ever, so hold nothing back when you R&R. ((On that note, if anyone wants to help by proof-reading future chapters, please contact me! I'm in desperate need of proof-readers!))
This fic is Rated T-M for language, suggestive themes, the occasional crude humor and potential nudity/sexual situations in later chapters, AU, potential minor to sever OOC, slightly altered facts from both series, temperamental warm water penguins and potential spoilers to both NGE and FSN.
Disclaimer: I do not own either Neon Genesis Evangelion or Fate/Stay Night. Those honors belong to Gainax, and TYPEMOON respectfully along with all of their affiliates. I want to own them, but I doubt that would ever happen.
Chapter: Prologue
Instrumentality and Infinite Worlds
For the last three hundred years a small and hidden series of wars have been fought in the shadows of mankind's greatest achievement against the wilderness. Not one fought by guns and men, but one fought by magic and spirits. Seven Magic Users or Masters are chosen by Fate to take part in this war for none other Holy Grail itself and with it the promise of their greatest dreams coming true.
Each Master is given a spiritual familiar known as a Servant, who are reincarnated of legendary souls from all across time, space, and even imagination. Together they battle against one another in a constantly shifting world of every changing alliances, constant back stabbing, and both noble and cowardly actions until only one Master/Servant duo remain.
Such is the nature of the Holy Grail Wars.
However, there is something unique about this war that makes it different from others. It is of a special breed and purpose.
Only twice in the past has such a war taken place, making this Holy Grail War the third of its kind with so much more than a mortal's wish on the line.
With the fate of the world tired up in this Holy war, more than combat ability will be put to the test as sacrifices will be made for the sake of a power in the realm of the gods.
Such is the purpose of the Third Holy Eva War.
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"Hahaha! Look wha I have Mommy! Look at it!"
"Sniff . . . Sniff . . . Where did Mommy go? Why isn't mommy coming back?"
"Look wha I got Mommy!"
Holding up a small flower to his mother, the young boy jumped up an down as he tried to tell his mother to take it. Yui Ikari smiled at the antics of her young son and bending over accepted the flower from her son's smile fragile hands.
"Thank you very much Shinji. It's really beautiful. Now go back playing with you friends now."
"Ok Mommy! Bye, Bye!" Yui couldn't help but giggle slightly as her son waved as he ran off back into the playground to play with the other boys and girls. She couldn't help be feel to be the luckiest person in the world at the moment. Nothing seemed to be able to break her happiness right now.
"Sniff . . . I miss my mommy . . . I . . . I miss my mother."
Little Shinji didn't know what was going on. There was this loud noise followed by all this panic and screaming. Everyone seemed to be running around afraid of something, but Shinji didn't know what. He tried to find his Mommy, but he couldn't find her and no one seemed to be paying attention to the young boy.
"Mommy! Where are you Mommy! I'm scared!" Shinji wailed out but nothing came of it. Suddenly, a might wind came up and something hit the little boy in the face. He pulled it off and stared at the object in a confused and terrified manor. It was the flower he had given his Mommy just a little while ago. It was burned slightly and some sort of red liquid on it. For reasons beyond his formerly innocent mind, Shinji screamed with all his might at the sight.
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"No Father! I'll be a good boy! Please don't leave!"
Shinji tried with all his might to run toward his father but some force was holding him back. No matter how hard or fast he ran the image of his father just got further and further away from him.
"Please don't leave me alone! I promise I'll be a good boy if you stay! I'll be a good boy if it will bring Mother back!"
Tripping over his own feet, Shinji fell to the ground with a weak thud before struggling to get it. His leg was hurting now yet he still had not reached his father yet. Unable to continue after his father, Shinji sobs and tears escaped with renewed vigor as the young boy attempted to reach out and stop his father.
For a moment he did stop, for a moment that man Shinji called Father stopped and looked back at him. The man's expression wad cold and stern like that of a man who had given up on everything yet still had some sort of purpose in the world. The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a glasses case preceded to exchange the glasses he was wearing with those that were in the case.
No longer were his Father's eyes visible to Shinji as the man switched his glasses. This new pair was smaller than the pervious one but somehow caught the light so only a glare reminded was the man's eye should be.
"I'm sorry Shinji . . . But I no longer have any use for you."
No longer heeding the his young sons cries and calls, Gendo Ikari turned around once again and left without once looking back.
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Fire.
It was all around him, the once dark and lifeless world came to light in the rage a torrent of fire and ruin. All around him was fire, death, and destruction.
All around him his home, his city was burning.
Through all of it SHinji ran as the fire only grew higher and higher as inaudible screams of pain and death burned into his mind what the fires did not do to his skin. A now slightly older Shinji did all he could do. He ran, all he could do was run, that was all he could do.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him began to bulge and crack before he was sent flying into the air along with small bits of flame and debris. Shinji hit the ground, HARD, as the much needed gasp of life-giving air was ripped out of his lungs.
He felt nothing but pain.
Shinji breathing was sharp and shallow as it tried to take in the smoke filled air to provide breath to the young boy. His body ached with dull pain as his nerves cried out under the constant presence of heat that forever surrounded it. He could not move his body, he could no longer run away.
Mustering what remaining strength his body could muster, the boy let out a desperate cry mixed with tears and sobs of pain and desperation.
"MOTHER! FATHER! PLEASE HELP ME! sniff Pl . . . ease . . help . . . me."
There would be no voice to answer the young boys cry, but there was a response.
As if from the heavens themselves two silhouettes fell from the sky and landed amongst the flame and wreckage before lunging at one another with monstrous zeal. The fire masked them, allowing only darken silhouettes of their forms. One seemed to have some sort of two pronged lance while the other had some sort of massive sword. Both seemed human at the base, but at the same time there was something monstrous about them. The one with the spear had something akin to a horn sticking from it's head while the other remained the boy of the heads lizards he had played once played with.
Both let out unearthly cries of bloodlust as them smashed into each other, both sticking at each other with whatever the had. Shinji could only watch in horror at the battle before him, unable to move or even to cry out anymore. He was afraid, afraid of these things fighting not far from him. He wanted to run away from them yet for some reason he could not keep his eyes off them.
The end of the battle was at hand.
The one with the horn and spear managed to gain an advantage his foe and with one lighting fast trust speared it through. The injured creature let out death cry that could shill bones before falling to the ground for its final moments.
Shinji heard the victorious chuckle and saw a twisted smile.
-JAB-JAB-SPLASH-SLUG-CRACK-SPASH-
The one with the horn took its lance and repeatedly trusted it into the corpse of his foe, kicking up wave after wave of blood, flesh, bone as it just continued the motions.
The infant boy felt his stomach turn at the sight and that was putting it nicely.
Suddenly, the horned creature stopped.
It looked in the direction of Shinji as if the young child was calling out to it. Even though the fires around the creature still hid most of its features there was one thing Shinji could see.
A pair of demonic lime-green eyes staring straight at him.
A new and greater fear filled Shinji's heart as those eyes stared it him. He desperately wanted to run but his body still failed to comply. The pain that had temporarily been ignored his staring at the pervious fight had returned and this time it was far more painful. His vision began to fail as darkness began to consume the flames around them. The last thing young Shinji saw was the creature reaching for him, its lime greens eyes still on him.
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'An unfamiliar ceiling'
Shinji stared blanking at the white ceiling above him, his thoughts hovering around that last remark. He was in a hospital; a steady beep from the various medical machines was the only real noise he could hear. He did not know what state he was in, he did not try to move. He did not want to move at the risk of causing him pain. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that he had been here for a while, at least for a few days.
An unknown amount of time passed as Shinji just laid there not thinking of anything particular nor wondering what had happened to him. He knew what had happened to him, he just chose not to remember them.
He did not want to remember.
Outside, he could here the voices of two people. One of them was that of a woman, the other that of an older man. At first he ignored them, but after a while he could not help but listen in.
"Is he is alright?"
"Physically, yes. He wasn't as injured as the others and his wounds are healing up nicely He's very fortunate that you found him Professor, but I worry about his mental state. Very few people survived that hell and it's hard to say rather the surviving ones are the 'lucky' ones after experiencing that hell first hand. "
"Yes, I can understand . . . may I see him now Akagi-san?"
"Sigh . . . I see you haven't changed much Professor. Still so proper and always keeps his manners. Anyway, it should be alright, I need to run some more test anyway."
"I see you haven't changed much yourself Naoko."
The door to Shinji's room opened revealing two people. One seemed to be a doctor, a woman with purplish-red hair and dark green eyes, while the other was a man, well into his years 50's with swept back white hair and calm get saddened eyes. The woman-doctor mechanically began to check the medical machines around Shinji while the man just walked over to Shinji's bed side.
"Oh! I see you're awake my boy, how do you feel?" The older man asked with honest concern with his voice. At first Shinji did not recognize him, content only staring at the ceiling above him. This caused the some concern amongst to two present until Shinji said a soft, barely audible reply.
"I'm Fine."
A small sigh of relief escaped the old man's lips while the doctor finished examining the machines and began asking Shinji some questions about his well-being. Shinji was somewhat unsure rather to respond at all at first but soon he was co-operating fully with the doctor who had introduced herself as Naoko Akagi.
" . . . Very Good Shinji. You are indeed very lucky that Professor Fuyutsuki found you after what had happened. You should be thankful."
Shinji looked at the professor, about to say something but the old man simply motioned to him to stop. Smiling as best as he could, Fuyutsuki knelt next to the boy's bed so that their faces were more level.
"It's alright Shinji, I'm just glad you're alright."
There was a moment of silence in the room, nobody said or word no moved in that time. Fuyutsuki once again broke the silence as he looked at the boy.
"Shinji . . . I know you've been through a lot and you have just woken up but I want to tell you something. You see . . . I was a friend of your mother once . . ."
Shinji flinched slightly at the mention of his mother, a weak sob at the sudden remembrance of her. This did not go by Fuyutsuki unnoticed, but still he continued.
". . . I promised her that anything happened to her and your father that I would take care of you. I'm telling you this just to let you know that you're not alone and I'm here to help you."
Shinji did to respond. His mind was forced to confront a person that he could hardly remember yet affect him so much. That in a moment he was alone, a mysterious person whose face he could not recall had somehow cared for him even though she was no longer there.
Shinji began to cry. "Sniffsniff I'm sorry . . . sniff" Shinji grabbed on to the professors him in an action that surprised those present given Shinji's condition. Shinji just wept bitterly as he held onto the old man's arm, repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again.
The old professor somehow knew the true meaning of the boy's words and with his free hand began to pat Shinji's head in response, repeating "It's ok," as the boy continued to cry.
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Shinji gasped as he suddenly opened his eyes.
His breathing was quick and his body felt hot and sweaty as he lay against the cold hard ground. Getting up, he quickly glanced around himself to see where he was. A rather dark room, random pieces of various electronic, mechanical, and other workable material lay scattered across the un-kept floor around him. Shinji knew where he was and he was in no way surprised.
'I . . . must have dozed off in the storage room again.'
After regaining his composure, Shinji just remained sitting where he was, thinking out loud. "I . . . had that dream again. That makes it . . . the fourth time this month?"
"WARK!"
"Oh, my bad. It's the Wark time this . . . WARK?!?"
"WAAAARK!"
Shinji felt something sharp being jabbed into this back several times, each time harder than the last. Pushing himself onto his feet, Shinji turned around so to look at his attacker only to see . . . nothing?
"WAAAAAAAAARK!!!"
Shinji once felt the jabbing pain on his leg and looked down to see a penguin out of all things, poking Shinji's leg with his beak.
"Oh . . . It's just you Pen-Pen."
"WARK!"
The warm-water penguin only looked up at his care-giver, looking at his blanking as he lifted up a small pink dish with 'Pen (heart) Pen' inscribed on it for Shinji to see.
Shinji only chuckled slightly, wondering to himself if food was all that the penguin ever thought of. "Alright Pen-Pen, I'll get you your breakfast." Needless to say the bird was over-joyed.
Opening the door to the storage room, Shinji looked out across the small yard and toward the rather fair sized traditional designed house that was his home. It was still dark but the early signs of the sun coming over the nearby mountain rage could be seen. Shinji only smiled at this, scratching his head slightly as he looked at the sky.
"Just another day in Tokyo-Three . . . OWW!! Ok Pen-Pen! I'm going, I'm going . . ."
"WAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRKKKK!!!"
As Shinji closed to door to the storage room all the while avoiding the attacks of one very hungry penguin, he failed to notice the faint glow coming from ground where he once slept. With a pulse like a heartbeat, the ground glowed slightly as a six-pointed star incased within a circle and various illegible marks and ruins appeared for only a few moments before disappearing into nothingness.
Darkness was all around. There was no sign of a roof, walls, or even the floor which anything could stand on, only an infinite void of darkness ruled. Suddenly, twelve candles were lit by offered almost no light with except of a faint orange halo that was given off by each of the small flames.
Slowly, the faint outline of twelve persons appeared, all of which faces were hidden under dark colored cloaks with the roman numeral of one through twelve individually place where the person's forehead should be. The ground in the middle of the circle began to pulsate and glow, revealing the image of an upside down triangle with an off center line driven through it while three and four eyes, respectfully, as located on either side if the line for a grand total of seven.
All was silent until one of those masked began to speak.
VII : The Time Has Come To Begin Again.
XI : Yes, As the Magi Foretold, The Marked Have Gathered Together. We Cannot Lose.
X : It Was Unfortunate That the Last Rite Failed But This Proves That God Is On Our Side.
III : We Must Move Forward If Our Dream Is To Be Realized. We Cannot Fail This Time.
I : Yes. Now Let Us Rejoice, For The Eve Of The Third Holy Eva War Is Nigh!!!
End Chapter: Prologue
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Preview of the Next Chapter of Holy Eva Wars!
Misato: Alright! I'm finally able to make my grand entrance! To celebrate, I think I'll have a beer . . .
Shinji: You always have a beer! You should really cut back Misato-sensei. I mean really . . . It's not even noon yet!
Misato: You're just jealous you can't hold you liqueur. Wait. . WHAT TIME IS IT? Come on Shinji, we're late for School! I'm Drivin'!
Shinji: Oh Hell No! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!
Toji: Just another borin' day of school for Shinji and his friends . . . talkin', eatin', starin' at Misato's hot bod
Hikari: HENTAI!!! -Hikari Slap/Kick/Upper-Punch Combo-
Kensuke: Being beaten up by the Class Rep and the Red Demon . . . speaking of the devil, what the heck is the deal with that German exchange student? She's hot but one moment she's an Angel the other she's the Devil!
Shinji: Come on guys, she isn't that bad . . . wait, is that Asuka? And what the hell is that!?!
Takeda109: Next time on the Holy Eva Wars Chapter One: The First Blood Shed is Always Innocent
Asuka: Baka!? What the hell are you doing here?!