This is KV1789. I just want you to know that this is my first time writing a fanfiction. Reviews and tips will be greatly appreciated, guys!
Chapter 1: Second Chance
This was it. The product of rejecting Instrumentality. Kneeling in front of the Sea of LCL, Shinji cried. He chose not to push through with it, hoping that he would be able to see everyone who he knew alive and well. Now it was only him and "Asuka" (if that woman lying unconscious beside him truly was her) and the people he knew might just be the mass of liquid in front of him.
"I'm…*sob*…sorry…*sniff*…I'm sorry I…couldn't…save you all…" he mumbled, face covered by his hands.
"I just wanted to make things right…I just wanted to make things right…why…WHY?!" he shouted to the heavens.
He wanted to kill himself so badly. He wanted everything to return to normal. He wanted to see his "friends" alive again. He didn't want to face the Angels again, he didn't want to be alone, he just wanted everyone to live again. It didn't matter how, when, why or where.
"I don't care how or where I'll meet them…I just want to see everyone else alive…" he said in between sobs. He glanced back at "Asuka" only to see a huge puddle of LCL where she once lay. Shinji realized that it was only a matter of time before he too would dissolve.
"I just want to see everyone alive… I just want to see everyone alive…" he started muttering repeatedly. He hoped that his wish would be granted but deep down he knew that his effort was futile.
He felt unusually warm at his hands. He looked at them and noticed that they were starting to dissolve. The heat started spreading to the rest of his body. Shinji looked at the wasteland before him one last time before closing his eyes…
"I'm sorry I failed all of you."
A dark void was the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes (if he had any at this point). It reminded him of the time when he was swallowed by Leilel, but without the hallucinations.
"So this is what death feels like. No heaven, no hell, just…darkness." Shinji couldn't feel anything but it didn't really matter now. Everyone was gone. ' Cessation of existence' as it was called in one of those books he read about death.
"Now what am I supposed to do now? I'm floating in a void. I guess this is what everyone else is going through." He thought to himself. He started hearing a faint voice…
"Pilot is not responding-*static*-vital signs are stable-*static*"
"Huh? That sounded like the intercom of an EVA…" There was nobody else in the void. He assumed that he was probably imagining it now, but the voices started getting louder.
"Someone get him out-*static*-bring him-*static*-infirmary-*static*"
"Ugh! It's getting louder! What's going on?! " the void started to materialize. It started to look like a dimly lit Entry Plug, but there were no control sticks.
The front of the "Plug" opened forward and a blinding light shone onto him.
"C'mon, soldier. Let's go fix you up."