Evangelion is the property of Gainax, all rights reserved. I do not intend to infringe upon their property nor profit from this story. This is written for practice and enjoyment. All original characters are my property.
I got this idea reading through Oh My Evangelion by Sentinel28(with appropriate nods to him) and wondering how I could do something similar, but more serious. This is a crossover between Eva and one of my own characters. You may remember him from the Megaman AU I recently started, and this is the first of a series…
The Walker, Part 1
Heavenly Creatures
Things are not going according to plan.
Not after the latest development. That is for certain.
Dr. Ritsuko Akagi adjusts her glasses as she walks down the endless hallways to the solitary room their 'guest' has been put up in.
Guest…guest my ass, she thinks to herself, We've captured an Angel. The Commander didn't look too pleased, either…
A Type Blue signature was detected in the middle of Tokyo 3. Directly over the school, to be exact. And the signature was strong, stronger than even the signature they received from Sandalphon. Stronger than two of the weaker Angels combined.
Eva's 00, 01, and 02 were launched to intercept, and when they arrived…they saw the Angel was not what they expected.
They saw it was a man.
The man now sitting on the other side of the clear glass, contemplating her.
Were it not for her other priorities, the blonde-haired young doctor would have found the man attractive. Tall, raven haired, clad in dark blue clothes underneath a dark blue, rune-inscribed cloak. Glasses hide the black-scarred eyes, rune-written gloves over his similarly scarred hands, a faint violet glow at the fingertips as they wrap on the arm rests of the interrogation room's single chair.
His high collar is parted, giving her a perfect view of the white teeth and handsome face of Asian/American descent looking at her…through her, almost.
"Hello, Rits-chan," he says, tenting his hands at his waist, likened to a relaxed position of Commander Ikari's trademark pose, "Just quaking in anticipation of your next discussion with me?"
"Sorry, but I don't socialize with beings trying to kill us," she responds, bringing up her clipboard.
"Double standard. You're stilling shtupping the Commander."
He raises his legs, violet light shimmering in front of him and forming into a table for him to rest his feet on.
"Now, let's talk business," he says, "You don't want to talk about our personal lives, and no, I'm not interested in you. You remind me of my sister. But as for who I am, I guess you could say I am an angel. After all…I'm on a mission from God."
"Tell me this is mentioned in the scrolls."
Hands tented in front of him, Gendo Ikari says nothing as his eyes scan over the sprawled out copy of the Dead Sea Scrolls before him. Hunched over his shoulder, Vice Commander Kozou Fuyutsuki grimaces as their extensive searches come up with nothing.
"The timing is wrong," Gendo says, "We've just destroyed Leliel. No Angels are supposed to appear in human form except Tabris, and he is both last and the 'form of a Boy'. The Walker appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties."
"It is possible that Angels have a different concept of age than we do."
"No, not from what we know of them. And the scrolls were written by Men. Making this new guest of ours an enigma."
"And dangerous," the vice-commander says, "We have no idea what he can do. The scanners indicated a high level of power before he willed them to turn off. If I was a religious man, I'd say he was higher than an Angel. Like a Demi God."
"Religion is a crutch, Professor. We make our own Gods," Ikari responds, standing up, "Come. Akagi has the interrogation well in hand. We might as well retire for lunch, as the time permits."
Ikari folds up the copy of the scrolls, placing it in the top drawer of his desk, and calmly walks out, leaving a bristling Fuyutsuki.
You have ice-water in your veins, Ikari, he thinks to himself, Sooner or later even ice burns.
And giving not a second glance to the desk and the secrets within, he walks out of the office as well at a brisk pace.
"I am He Who Walks Between Time and Space like a God," he says with a small grin, looking Akagi directly in the eyes, "I am called the Walker for short. I am a servant to the Great Caretaker, the Maker of all things, an agent of balance to bring the cosmos into a more…appealing…state."
"And why are you here?"
"Because thirteen old men and a widower who cannot accept that things just happen want to Play God," the Walker responds, cradling his head in his hands, "It sickens me. I've known too many people who wish they had that power…and it nearly killed me."
His grin turns into a snarl, his eyes flashing violet.
"And I'll be damned if I sit back and let it happen to another world!"
The doctor allows herself a smirk, tapping at the keyboards of her side's computer as she brings on-line the holding cell's scanning equipment.
"Not much you can do about it from a holding cell, is there," she asks.
And in response, the Walker sits back…
And he begins to laugh.
"Go fish."
The penguin squawks in response, grabbing another card from the deck. Pen Pen glares at Shinji Ikari, then continues to arrange the cards in the pressure-based prosthetic hand over his right fin.
"Don't look at me," the Third Child defensively responds, "You shuffled the deck."
"Great, so you're Doctor Dolittle, now?"
Shinji snaps his head up, staring into the eyes of his fellow pilot and apartment-mate, the red haired(and according to some demonic) Asuka Langely.
"Nah," he quickly responds, "I've just played cards with him so many times I can kind of get the meaning."
She looks at Shinji, and then looks at the penguin. And finally, muttering something in German, walks back towards her room.
"Wark."
"Don't say that, Pen Pen. I don't think she's that bad."
"Explain to me exactly why you're laughing," Akagi says, bristling, "I don't recall saying anything funny."
"No, no, it's you," the Walker says, "Tell me, how much of an idiot do you think you really are?"
"I beg your par-"
A raised hand from the Walker glows, and any protest dies in Akagi's throat. She grabs at her throat, feeling the vocal cords stilled by the alien power, frozen in place as he rises.
"Because you actually believed I was being held here by anything more than my consent," he says with a dark grin, "Poor, poor foolish girl. I'm just speaking to you through a hologram. I'm already long gone."
And with that, the Walker fades away. Processing the information for a small moment, Akagi sits in the chair…and rushes over to the phone. Hoping against hope that it is not too late, for she already knows where the Walker has gone.
Lights turn on as the door slides open, the hallway lights for a moment silhouetting Gendo Ikari as he walks into his office. The lights on the ceiling reveal the seraphic arrangement, floor lighting up at his feet. And the walls light up, showing the view of the Geofront…
And the figure sitting, feet up, at his desk.
The visitor they captured, clad in blue and black, an amused grin on his face, eyes marred with black lines that glow violet whenever he exercises his considerable power.
And standing next to him is a young man, no more than fifteen years old, with gold hair and ocean-blue eyes, white shirt and pants covered in cloaks that resemble the classic images of angels, sans the wings…
And an eerie familiarity haunts him about the boy…and the Walker reads his thoughts without even an effort, chuckling lightly.
"Ikari," he sing-songs, "You got some e'splainin' to do!"