Greetings everyone. Here is yet another story from my warped mind, committed to electronic words across the vastness that is the Internet. This story, based in the Evangelion series, is a tad different. Anyone who frequents a few of the MUCKS I am on will recognize some aspects. For the rest of, it's a long story, one of the reasons I decided to write about it. The world is Evangelion, with a few twists. These make the characters a tad more believable in my opinion, as well as allowed for the central character to exist in the first place. One word of warning. A few of the subjects that will be addressed are of a more mature nature. You have been warned. As usual, all comments and criticisms are read and applied where possible, flames are laughed at and sent to the depths of Asgart.
This Fanfiction contains MATURE content. Not a Lemon, but it does contain detailed descriptions of naked females, and lecherous, if not illegal acts. If you are not of proper age, or maturity, DO NOT READ THIS.
This is a work of FANFICTION, and should be treated as such.
The central characters of Neon Genesis Evangelion are copyrighted by GAINAX and others. Their descriptions, and some aspects of their displayed psyches are used without permission.
Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Proto-Child Chronicles
Chapter 1: Birth of Natima
By Iczer4 Izcer4@rocketmail.com
He smiled wickedly. He had won the argument. Gendo sat in his chair, the papers on his desk the source of his evil grin, and the thoughts running through his twisted, sickened mind. The council agreed to let him begin the Human Instrumentality Project, and released the needed funds and technology to him for it. At last, he could have what he wanted. Life was good.
He had offloaded the pitiful excuse of a son he had onto his brother for a few years, albeit, it would cost him a bit, but he wouldn't have to deal with him. Perhaps in a few years he would have need for him, if what was supposed to be would be. The Akagi's were working hard, the MAGI almost complete, as was the groundwork for project EVA. The only down side, although in it's own way it was a plus, was he had lost his wife. Love wasn't a real factor, he had cared, but almost more for the mind, than the person and the body. Not that it would be an issue for much longer, not with the resources he now had. He chuckled, and began to draw up a plan for his newly acquired means to manipulate those around him for his own needs.
In the council chambers, halfway across the world from Tokyo-3, the SEELE Council reconvened for an impromptu session. The 5 members sitting at their chairs, each illuminated by a different color light. In the far end of the room, cloaked in shadows, was a person. Most likely male, but not certain. This was SEELE's handyman. They waited for Number 1 to arrive, then they began.
"Do you think it wise to allow him access to the genetic tools?"
"Perhaps it would have been better if another group had been given the HIP."
"That an is a duplicitous man, full of treachery, already he has forsaken his own wife, as well as other crimes."
"That is irrelevant." Number 1 said, "He alone has the people capable of beginning the project, who can also be dealt with later once their usefulness is complete. He has the only MAGI system even close to completion. Besides, his own ego and blindness to certain things will only aide us, not hinder us."
"Yes, but basically we gave him funds, and the archives to let him create life of his own design, the complete information of Genetic Engineering and creation. How do we know he can be trusted?"
"We do not, that is why agent Bengal is here. We know roughly what he intends to do, however, we need some control of the situation."
"Yes master, how can I help?" The dark figure asked.
"You will access the first attempt of him to use the HIP information, and assure that we maintain control, by whatever means needed."
The dark figure, nodded, and left, bowing deeply. He owed these men his very life, even though he yearned for release from it.
"I hope this doesn't haunt us later."
"Bengal has never failed us. We have not only ourselves, but in this case, the entire world to look out for. We know what is coming, they do not. We must be prepared for this, and we must prepare the world. Even though they cannot know of their own fate."
"Very well. With that taken care of, this meeting is adjourned." Number 1 said, and vanished from sight.
All the points winked out.
Bengal sat in his room. A spacious apartment, even by today's standards. He mused on how times had changed these last 2000 years. He owed the SEELE people his life, or rather Number 1. He pulled back his cloak, to reveal a face grizzled with the signs of age and experience, eyes that bore wisdom beyond the apparent age. He sighed, and went to his table, picking up, off all thing a bible. He mused, as this was source of some truth, but mainly misconceptions and lies. He had been there, he knew what really happened. Bengal sat down, looking outside his home, at the bustling people, unaware their own fate was being controlled and manipulated. Mothers, fathers, and children. Children, he thought. He had lost his only daughter many many years before, and he longed for death ever since then. He glanced over at a small old, parchment paper sketch, possibly his only truly valued possession. The young girl on it looking happy and pleased. His daughter, all he had left of her was this picture, and his memories. He walked to his bed, and laid down, slipping into restless slumber. He had not slept well at all for almost 100 years. For Bengal, like Number 1 was one of the unfortunate souls doomed to wander the earth for all time, until such time as the race ends, or they prove themselves worthy of redemption.
Gendo sat at his desk, going over exactly what this 'HIP' project was, or more specifically, what it could do to further his own agenda. Now that the way had been cleared, he had many ideas running through his mind, many ideas of what to do. The only snag was, and he knew it, was to make sure, at least for a while, that it appeared his own aims were in line with the Council's. This was simple, relatively speaking. The project merely seemed to be looking into the next step of human evolution, a way to tangibly define a soul, and keep it even after the body has died. He set his papers down and turned around looking outside his office. Not yet complete, the large pyramid that would become the base for the newly named NERV, under his official control, located inside the geofront of Tokyo-3, still did not offer the sense of security he desired. Due to the ongoing building, his windows were still normal glass, and the door still had a keyslot in it. Only the area known an Central Dogma was under lockdown, the crews that had built it killed, lest they tell others what they had been doing. He smiled, for in less than 3 days, he could begin working down there, down where the secrets disappeared, and the real truth was plainly visible.
Dr Akagi Sr looked over her panel. The MAGI were almost complete. Two were completely done, up and running, and the third would soon be. She cursed herself, for despite her own intelligence, it still took 'help' from her daughter Ritsuko to complete the project. She didn't care for her daughter much, she had her brains, her looks, and her own stubbornness. Thankfully though, that bothersome Yui was finally out of the way, now she and Gendo didn't have to try and hide it. She smiled, knowing what had happened, hearing Yui scream in pain, it brought a thrill to her body. She also knew that Gendo had received permission to use the Dogma equipment, and the MAGI were still in the process of receiving all the files from the Council, which was a slow and agonizing process, since the dedicated lines for the supercomputers hadn't been run yet. She crawled out of the access port of one of her babies, closing Melchior back up, and locking him back into running position, having completed the final test. She sat back in her portable station chair, and sighed deeply, and watched the screen. Once again, she had managed to increase the transfer rate between Melchior and Balthazar. She conveniently forgot that it was her daughters hyperlinks that let her do this. She watched as a large flow of data was being requested by someone. Bringing up a task manager, she saw that Gendo had requested several large files, including a selective dump of the genetic coding database. She smiled, knowing he must be getting ready to do a trial in the Dogma chamber. She looked at the request. Along with most of the files coming from the council, and a large portion of code base data from the female population of the sampled world, she noted that her own DNA code file was in the mix as well. She smiled, hoping she would have her own DNA codes incorporated into this 'being of all time' Gendo had hinted at now being able to make. She laughed to herself, and completely missed the scrolling indication that Yui Ikari's entire file had been requested as well.
Bengal sat at his terminal, watching Gendo. Although thousands of miles away, it was still realtime. He watched as he polled for thousands of files to be sent to his desk. Bengal knew already that was a feint to throw off Dr Akagi. The woman was headstrong, ambitious and full of herself. Compliment her once or twice, make her feel important, and you can wrap her around your finger. Bengal dove into Gendo's terminal, wanting to know what was really happening. He laughed, finding a bit of poetic justice in it. The file on Akagi DNA had been tossed out, as had almost all of the rest of the DNA code files. Only a few remained, including an almost complete version of his late wife, Yui. Bengal felt a twinge of regret. He had known what happened, and actually had to be a part of it, in a distant fashion, and knew he had left a young boy alone without a caring mother, only a dark souled father. He shook the feeling for know, concentrating on the task at hand. The remaining DNA files were a bit of a mismatch. Many of then were from sampled people of very high intelligence, which was alright, but there was a large number of files from people who only seemed to share submissiveness in common. Bengal requested a live feed copy of everything Gendo terminal did, and would do, leaving the logging on. The fact that Gendo left his wife's file almost entirely intact didn't sit well, since Bengal knew the woman, although intelligent, and quite beautiful, was no more than another pawn to Gendo, used to further his ideas, at the cost of her own life. Begal shut down the Terminal, and made a preliminary report for the council, sending it off, then turning in for the night to reflect on what had transpired.
"What has Bengal to report on the activities of newly information wealthy Gendo?"
"Do you want direct assesment, or opinions?"
"Both. Bengal has shown in the past a certain knack for having opinions and ideas which pan out."
"Directly, he is throwing off many, including his own head research doctor, and culling through a fairly good sized piece of the DNA database. The remote telemetry indicates the chamber is being prepped for initial code verification and DNA archtype bug checking. Based on these findings, it is surmised that Gendo plans on at least testing a DNA sequence in the chambers non-volatile section soon. Based on the DNA files, it will be female in gender, but beyond that it is difficult to surmise."
"Is that all?"
"No. The 'package' has been secured in the geofront, and appears to be normal. Parties witness to this move have been dealt with properly. The MAGI system is operating above expected levels, and the remaining MAGI systems will be brought to their level in short order. Bengal requests a direct presence, should they try something unforeseen."
"That is odd, does he give a reason for this request."
"Not directly, just, in his words 'An odd premonition it would be best' is all there is."
"I see. What of his subjective results?"
"He suspects Gendo will attempt to create a hybrid, female in gender, aesthetically similar to his late spouse. Augmenting intelligence, while assuring complete control over the subject. It is also noted he will probably instill false memories and past, along with a fair amount of knowledge into the test subject, thus allowing him to test the accelerated growth system of the chamber. Bengal states sections of this are expected, but without direct presence, there is no way to be certain he will not try and create something which only he has control of, thus circumventing our chain of command."
"I see. Is there any other opinions, either in the report or of our own?"
"I must stress, that while Bengal is very reliable and has a track record to back him up, he still is to an extent free of our influence. A necessary evil for his line of work. While I see no problem with his analysis, I question if perhaps there is more than he is saying in his report, possibly a hidden agenda."
"Out of the question. He has served us faithfully for over 500 years."
"Yes. His record shows errors in the past, mistakes he has made, a few a bit more severe and costly than others. He is still human, but I see no reason to doubt him. He knows, as we do that he cannot leave this world as long as our ultimate project goes unfinished."
"Enough. Have Burmese begin a casual watch on Bengal, to qualm your fears, but allow Bengal to have his direct presence."
"Do you think that's wise?"
"Whether it is wise or not is irrelevant. The end is at hand, the tunnel is nearly at it's end. There is little anyone can do now, least of all Bengal, to stop the events set in motion."
"Very well."
Four of the points vanished. A minute or two later, Bengal entered, looking impassive at the head of the council.
"Bengal, you know what you seek is impossible. Yet you still ask me. Why?"
"Sir, I have gone so long in this world of darkness. I still serve the council, and always will. You know my reasons. Is it really too much to ask?"
"I suppose not. I hope your assumptions are wrong in this case, for the scenario you outline....One is a nightmare, the other tolerable, and maybe the human thing to do. But that is partially at the core of this entire mess."
"I understand sir. I only make my report and summations on the data I have acquired, and the events I have witnessed or been a hand in."
"Yes, I know. Very well. Pack your belongings you will need. You are headed for the Geofront. Be wary, for as you heard, Burmese will be casually watching you now. Be careful not to betray my trust in you old friend."
"Of course. I seek only the same goals as you."
The head of the council stood and walked to his friend. He reached out, and handed Bengal possibly the greatest gift he could ever give him. He placed a data disc into Bengal's hand, and returned to his seat, and vanished. Bengal stifled a tear, looking at the disc in his hand. All these years, maybe he could find a modicum of forgiveness now. He left to pack his things, he had a long flight ahead of him. He safely tucked the disc into his shirt pocket. He held his hand there for a moment, once more, she was near him, for the disc, one of the only ones not in the database, was the DNA of Bengal's daughter. A complete copy of everything she was, now close to her father, in some small way, once more.
Gendo was upset. His initial test had produced some annoying errors, to the point they would never allow the subject to live. He had indeed made a hybrid, a mix of several people's DNA structure, mostly his dead wife's, and some from the special guest he had under lock and key in the bottommost part of the Geofront. On the upside, he now had a name for his group, NERV. This was so much easier than the old name, even if it wasn't public yet. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. This would be his triumph. Yes, it would facially be his wife. But the intelligence would be above even Dr Akagi's. He smirked, the letch in him happy, since it would also have the body hot enough to melt tank armor, at least as far as he was concerned. And the best part, no free will, completely obedient to him, and him alone. His doll, his toy, his companion. Every last micron of her made to his exact wishes. The only thorn right now was a 'visitor' from the Council. Even if he seemed unassuming, and not interested in the Dogma chamber, it was a problem. However, Akagi had detected no hacking, or subterfuge on his part, in fact the secret monitor in his room showed he had a very boring life. He shrugged it off, and went back to creating his perfect little plaything.
Bengal lay on his bed in the Geofront. Fooling the cameras was easy, the small box attached to them would ensure it always looked like he was leading a boring life. Fooling the MAGI was also easy, using the council's hidden overrides for security. What was troubling him was Gendo. He had finally gotten a dump of the DNA sequence he was testing, and it was a long process crunching it, else he raise suspicions. Most of the sequence was laughable. In fact, he could tell the first 3 iterations and variations had failed the pre substrate tests. It was the later tests. Gendo had used more of the 'package's DNA than was expected. Bengal knew this one would succeed, but the question was, how was it going to? Was Gendo going to advance the age to about 14 and fix it there, or to about 8 and let the test grow the rest. Why had he gone and adjusted things that seemed to make no sense. He turned over, and went to sleep, for tomorrow he actually went to the chamber.
Gendo beemed, he had it. This DNA sequence passed all the tests. Forget the council. He stood in front of a large tube of yellowish fluid, the tube filled with the stuff that would make his doll. He reached down, and toggled the enable, and the machinery came to life. A low thrumming filled the room, the machinery doing it's magic. Manipulating the 4 basic chemicals that controlled all that was a person, arranging them into the order the coding said to. Several hours later, Gendo left, the basic sequence complete, replication and embryonic creation having been secured. He left for bed, for nothing could stop his doll from coming to be now.
The spark happened. Life had begun. The being grew, it's mind slowly waking. Concepts of self, others, body, mind all filled in rapidly, just fast enough for it to be absorbed, not enough to drive it insane....yet.
Bengal cursed. He had been delayed for 2 days. But his revenge was Gendo was 'called' to a council meeting, as Bengal left the lift, bound for the Dogma chamber. He strolled past the security systems. He took a deep breath, and slid his card into the reader, the green light beeped, and the door opened. He walked in, and the door closed, the room's lights coming up. Bengal looked around and turned his attention to the tube. He walked to the terminal and looked at it. His eyes went wide, his mouth dried up. He glanced to the tube, and to the terminal, his fists slowly clenching. The nerve, the monster, how dare he. How dare he pervert pureness of new life with his own base needs. He read the display. Light blue hair, skin to die for. Body dimensions were beyond his ability to decipher, but the test wasn't stopping at a young age, it appeared the cycle was locked into age 14 human female for biological settings. The mind was tremendous, abilities to rival the finest of all time. He cursed, and was just about to reach into his pocket for his disc and overides. He could not allow this depravity to occur. The door opened behind him, and in walked Gendo, with a pistol aimed at him.
"So, you seemed to have found your way down here."
"You monster!"
"I am the God, you are the monster. I am the saviour of the world. I will make the new species how I choose."
"You are evil. I should have killed you years ago."
"Now you will never live to see another day."
"Wrong." Bengal said, placing his hand on the console. "I am in front of the Tube, and have the ability to overide the lock and kill the test before it finishes. Plus, I know the tube isn't bullet proof."
Bengal was bluffing, he knew Gendo had replaced the tube with bullet resistant materials, but needed a few seconds. WIth his other hand, he reached to his side, calm looking, and hit a small transponder which was sewn into each of his slacks. He touched it, and it sent a small tigle into his skin, letting him know it worked. He simply smiled at Gendo
"I see you find some irony in this. Who are you really, and why does the Council wish to stop me from ushering in the new species?"
"You are ushering in an innocent life, and making her your puppet. I cannot allow that to happen. What I know goes to the grave with me. You will never know....."
"Pity, I think I shall...."
Saying so, Gendo fired the pistol, four times. The man tourqued, and shook with each shot, one passing clear through him, hitting the tube, only a small scratch resulting. Gendo smiled, and watched the blood smears drip on the tube, as the man sunk to the floor. He patted the tube, knowing she was safe, knowing in just a few more hours, she would begin to develop into what he truly wanted. Her mind as well, turning from open and free to his and closed. He chuckled, and left the room. As the door closed, he failed to notice the near-dead man's hand move.
Bengal was in pain. It was comforting, he had not felt such in many many years. A modicum of realism before he faced the end. He moved his bleeding ragged body slowly, painfully to the terminal's base. He managed to pull the disc from his pocket, and almost died. A corner of the case, and a small section of the media inside were damaged by a round. He cursed, but it would have to work. This abomination would not serve Gendo, nor would it truly serve the Council. It would have a chance at life, even if it was to be a tortured soul like his own. He painfully lifted the disc to the terminals port, and slid it in, and fell over near the small crack in the tube. A single drop of the fluid seeped out of the crack, and headed for his outstreched hand. He saw it, and weakly smiled.
"Protect her, my daughter...." He wheezed to the terminal, the disc actually "protect her from herself...and the danger she must...face...." and he lapsed into oblivion as the drop of LCL touched him, and his body liquefied instantly, brining him peace at last.
The Terminal came back on, and scanned the disc in it's port. It booted it up, and the viral program ran, inserting new sequences and codes and instructions into the DNA coding for the tube. Changing this, altering that, fulfilling the wishes of both the Council, and Bengal. When it finished, per it's own built in device, it ejected itself from the terminal, and vaporized itself, leaving no trace it had ever existed.
Somewhere inside the mind of the tube......
'Hello?'
'Hello, who are you?'
'Don't worry. Are you having fun?'
'Yes!'
'Can I play with you?'
'Um...okay'
'Thanks, I think it'll be fun for a long time to come'
Gendo returned to the room some time later, only mildly upset that the man was not there. Oh well, he thought, he was dead anyways. He looked at tube, only a few more hours, and she would be complete. She was a picture of perfection. Her mind, already intelligent beyond almost the rest of the planet, filling with knowledge and information, all with perfect clarity and recall. Her face lovely, exactly that of his late wife. Long flowing hair, light blue. Only her eye color was different, deep, blood red. He mused, saving his appraising look of her body till she was out of the tube. He turned and left, for he now had to draw up documents of her birth and name, even if they were all faked. He had already decided on a name too.
Burmese smiled. So this was what Bengal was willing to give up his life for. Interesting. He knew some of his late associates past, so the fact that he had died was a tad odd, and the Council would want to know why. He looked over the papers on his desk once more. He prepared a preliminary report, along with a few things Bengal had requested be sent to the council, when Gendo walked into his office in the Medical wing.
"Greetings Commander, how can I help you today?" Burmese asked, for his cover had always been a doctor for this rather odd bunch.
"Doctor, you have been with us since the beginning of this. I have a young lady who is in need of a medical exam, to determine if she is fit. Both mentally and physically. If she is, we will be 'acquiring' her for our purposes."
"I understand, may I ask why me? There are other Doctors with more practical experience in physicals."
"You have been with us the longest, and know more about our goals and pasts. You are the wiser choice since are still with us, and have fewer objections. Here is the paperwork." Gendo said, dropping a folder on his desk.
"I see." Burmese said, flipping through the folder, "We have her entire past in here."
"Yes, she is either acquired, or she will not leave alive."
"I understand, do we have a name on this young woman?"
"Yes. Her name is Imanaya. Imanaya Natima."
"Natima, nice name."
"Yes, excuse me, I have work to attend to Doctor."
Burmese nodded, and watched him leave, opening the folder back up. He skimmed through the folder, all the documents forgeries, but good ones. Birth Certificate, Immunizations, schooling records, falsified medical reports. He smirked, Gendo did a good job on these. He closed the file, and stood up. Might as well do this exam first, then send his report. something told him it would be better to have his report be late with her included, than on time without. He walked into a prep room, removed his coat, and donned his medical garb. He stepped into the exam room, and the scent of LCL filled his nose. Crap, he thought, Gendo couldn't even be bothered to wash her up after she came out of the tube, that ass. He sighed, and walked behind the curtain separating him from the patient, first double checking to make sure the doors were locked, and the surveillance gear at an acceptable state of usefulness.
He looked at the table, and even his jaw almost dropped at the sight. Now this was something worth sticking your neck out for. Bengal you sly dog, he thought, and gave a long appraising lok to the unconscious young woman on the table. Starting at her feet. Perfectly formed, with no abnormalities in the bone structure, with a perfect arch, meaning she would look stellar in pumps, flats, or heels, and feel no discomfort. The skin on the bottom of her soles already a bit thicker. Her slender, and long legs similar. Muscle tone that could stop just about anyone at several paces, and make other women jealous at the same time, also with no abnormalities to the skin or bones. Sensual creamy thighs, connected to nice, wide hips. Not wide enough to be ugly, but not skinny, definitely a womans hips. Nestled between the thighs, was her center, perfectly formed, so inviting looking, and clean, not a single hair anywhere. Burmese scoffed, for he knew exactly now what some of Gendo's designs were for this young lady. Rolling her over, he looked over her near perfect backside. Well formed cheeks, slightly resilient to touch, and the muscle firm, not flabby. He checked her spine, exactly straight, a textbook perfect example of what it should be, only tiny nubs betraying the vertebrae. In any backless garb she would look stunning, thought Burmese. He rolled her back over, laying her on her back, and checked her abdomen. Once again, firm, no flab, nearly no body fat, with toned trimmed muscles, even her belly button was neat and almost too perfect. He went up some more, to find what would give her many problems and compliments.
Resting on her chest, at the age of 14 were a pair of breasts that some nursing mothers would never had. Easily a handful each, round and firm. Each one with a smallish light pink Areola, tipped with a small nipple. They sat proudly on her, jutting out, not losing their form even though she was on her back. He reached a hand under, feeling for the back muscles, and sure enough, they were tighter than normal, so apparently these wonder mounds would not cause discomfort. He gulped, and so wanted to, but not wanted to. He slowly reached out, he was a man after all, and ran a hand over one of the globes. It was warm and firm, perfect for several activities his somewhat depraved mind began thinking of. He pulled back quickly, as a soft moan came from the young woman's mouth as he did so. After a moment, he relaxed, and cursed Gendo, the man truly was a pig. He checked her arms and hands, their tone muscles, which he surmised were stronger than they needed to be, topped off by fingers just the right length and width. He checked her neck, and looked at her face for a while. He hair, light blue in color was matted and all over, covered in the LCL fluid from the creation tube. Light eyebrows sat above each eye, with a delicate nose. Lips that almost screamed to be kissed as they looked now, but upon inspection, looked fairly normal when pressed together.
Opening her mouth, he checked her teeth, pearly white, no defect, angles or anything, not even morning breath. He smirked again, if Gendo had known he was working for the Council, he would never had let him perform the physical. Closing her mouth, he checked, and drained her ears, and her nose as well. He opened her eyes, and drew in his breath a little. Blood red eyes looked back at him. He noted this, ina way it added to her charm, but he would have to look into it later as to why they were like that. The physical inspection done, he drew some fluids, and sent to the lab, and began to wash her off. Once done, he laid a white sheet over her, leaving her head exposed, and turned up the temperature in the med room. He then proceeded to take all the scan tests. X-rays, CAT scans, MRI cross sections. He began to see just what Gendo had put into this woman. A part of him felt sorry for her. Here she was, with a body to die for, and hopefully a mid to match, destined to be Gendo's little doll for all her life. A small voice told him maybe Bengal saw that too, and that's why he did what he did. Burmese shook his head. He did his job for the council. I t was not his place to look into the private items of Bengal's even if he was gone. He finished the scan, sent the films to be developed, and went and got a chair, gently coaxing the young woman awake. She groaned a bit, as if a young person not wanting to get up on a Saturday home from school, right down to the mumbling of wanting 5 more minutes. Gradually her eyelids fluttered open, and she began to look around.
She found herself in a white, sterile smelling room. As she gradually came to, she could feel her body on a table of some sorts, not to comfortable, but not a hard cold slab. She could feel the sheet on top of her as well. She looked over, and saw a man, at least her mind told her it was a man, and she tried to smile a bit, opening her mouth, her mind quickly forming words to fill the void, even if they sounded out of place.
"Don't try and talk yet young lady." Said the man, she nodded back.
"I am a Doctor here, and was told to check you over. I have completed the majority of it, but I have a few more things, alright?" He said, and she nodded again.
The Doctor proceeded to check her eyes, her co-ordination, her grip, her reflexes, all the things you can't really do well on a sleeping person. All the time softly talking, filling her with words and in a way, social niceties and grammar. Things not in her, even though she had the vast majority of the words she would ever need already in her head. She found herself nodding, and feeling odd. The words sounded familiar, the way they were said familiar, yet it was like she was hearing them all for the first time. When the doctor finished, he sat back down and told her she could sit up. She nodded, and placing a hand on the sheet, pulled herself up, noting that the doctor was watching her d o this, both from a professional standpoint, see if she could, and from the point of watching her and her body, seeing her light blue, still water damp hair fall about her, and watching her chest beneath the sheet as she rose. She noted the last bit, and felt a odd mix of uneasiness, yet at the some time something else, something....exciting and warm. She also noticed the personal looks were very fast glances, as if he was trying hard not to it.
"Very good. Now than young lady, I have but one more question to ask you, then I will leave you to get dressed. When your done, go through that door on the far wall and we'll get you settled in. The question is, tell me about yourself." The doctor said, and leaned back, this was the killer test, to see what exactly Gendo had put into her mind.
"Well. My name is...is Natima. 14 years old I think is my age, Sign I am is...is....I don't know. I think I've had schooling, with average marks. I like green as a color. I prefer to wear my hair in a ponytail, enjoy reading and exercising, and that's all I can remember Sir." She said, her expression going from pained to relaxed, the first words coming hard, but gradually becoming easier. She finished up with an attempt at a smile, which the Doctor returned.
"Very good Natima. I'll leave now, and you can put a gown on, and then join me in my office.
The doctor stood, and retrieved a gown, setting it on the bed. He bowed, and turned to walk away. Before he even got to his door, he could hear her hop off the tale, and drop the sheet. He smiled. Gendo had done quite a bit, but perhaps not enough. She would need a bit of refinement to pass in normal society, but then again, Burmese surmised Gendo had never intended her to join the real world. He thought some more as he closed the door, leaving Natima to dress herself, and then join him. This would be a most interesting case file.
To Be Continued.........
There you go, the first chapter of my new fanfiction. I know some will hate it, and those who are form the MUCKS I use this char may remember her, and read with a bit of interest. As normal feel free to email me with comments or criticisms. I don't write better without feedback. Until next time
Izcer4
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This Fanfiction contains MATURE content. Not a Lemon, but it does contain detailed descriptions of naked females, and lecherous, if not illegal acts. If you are not of proper age, or maturity, DO NOT READ THIS.
This is a work of FANFICTION, and should be treated as such.
The central characters of Neon Genesis Evangelion are copyrighted by GAINAX and others. Their descriptions, and some aspects of their displayed psyches are used without permission.
Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Proto-Child Chronicles
Chapter 1: Birth of Natima
By Iczer4 Izcer4@rocketmail.com
He smiled wickedly. He had won the argument. Gendo sat in his chair, the papers on his desk the source of his evil grin, and the thoughts running through his twisted, sickened mind. The council agreed to let him begin the Human Instrumentality Project, and released the needed funds and technology to him for it. At last, he could have what he wanted. Life was good.
He had offloaded the pitiful excuse of a son he had onto his brother for a few years, albeit, it would cost him a bit, but he wouldn't have to deal with him. Perhaps in a few years he would have need for him, if what was supposed to be would be. The Akagi's were working hard, the MAGI almost complete, as was the groundwork for project EVA. The only down side, although in it's own way it was a plus, was he had lost his wife. Love wasn't a real factor, he had cared, but almost more for the mind, than the person and the body. Not that it would be an issue for much longer, not with the resources he now had. He chuckled, and began to draw up a plan for his newly acquired means to manipulate those around him for his own needs.
In the council chambers, halfway across the world from Tokyo-3, the SEELE Council reconvened for an impromptu session. The 5 members sitting at their chairs, each illuminated by a different color light. In the far end of the room, cloaked in shadows, was a person. Most likely male, but not certain. This was SEELE's handyman. They waited for Number 1 to arrive, then they began.
"Do you think it wise to allow him access to the genetic tools?"
"Perhaps it would have been better if another group had been given the HIP."
"That an is a duplicitous man, full of treachery, already he has forsaken his own wife, as well as other crimes."
"That is irrelevant." Number 1 said, "He alone has the people capable of beginning the project, who can also be dealt with later once their usefulness is complete. He has the only MAGI system even close to completion. Besides, his own ego and blindness to certain things will only aide us, not hinder us."
"Yes, but basically we gave him funds, and the archives to let him create life of his own design, the complete information of Genetic Engineering and creation. How do we know he can be trusted?"
"We do not, that is why agent Bengal is here. We know roughly what he intends to do, however, we need some control of the situation."
"Yes master, how can I help?" The dark figure asked.
"You will access the first attempt of him to use the HIP information, and assure that we maintain control, by whatever means needed."
The dark figure, nodded, and left, bowing deeply. He owed these men his very life, even though he yearned for release from it.
"I hope this doesn't haunt us later."
"Bengal has never failed us. We have not only ourselves, but in this case, the entire world to look out for. We know what is coming, they do not. We must be prepared for this, and we must prepare the world. Even though they cannot know of their own fate."
"Very well. With that taken care of, this meeting is adjourned." Number 1 said, and vanished from sight.
All the points winked out.
Bengal sat in his room. A spacious apartment, even by today's standards. He mused on how times had changed these last 2000 years. He owed the SEELE people his life, or rather Number 1. He pulled back his cloak, to reveal a face grizzled with the signs of age and experience, eyes that bore wisdom beyond the apparent age. He sighed, and went to his table, picking up, off all thing a bible. He mused, as this was source of some truth, but mainly misconceptions and lies. He had been there, he knew what really happened. Bengal sat down, looking outside his home, at the bustling people, unaware their own fate was being controlled and manipulated. Mothers, fathers, and children. Children, he thought. He had lost his only daughter many many years before, and he longed for death ever since then. He glanced over at a small old, parchment paper sketch, possibly his only truly valued possession. The young girl on it looking happy and pleased. His daughter, all he had left of her was this picture, and his memories. He walked to his bed, and laid down, slipping into restless slumber. He had not slept well at all for almost 100 years. For Bengal, like Number 1 was one of the unfortunate souls doomed to wander the earth for all time, until such time as the race ends, or they prove themselves worthy of redemption.
Gendo sat at his desk, going over exactly what this 'HIP' project was, or more specifically, what it could do to further his own agenda. Now that the way had been cleared, he had many ideas running through his mind, many ideas of what to do. The only snag was, and he knew it, was to make sure, at least for a while, that it appeared his own aims were in line with the Council's. This was simple, relatively speaking. The project merely seemed to be looking into the next step of human evolution, a way to tangibly define a soul, and keep it even after the body has died. He set his papers down and turned around looking outside his office. Not yet complete, the large pyramid that would become the base for the newly named NERV, under his official control, located inside the geofront of Tokyo-3, still did not offer the sense of security he desired. Due to the ongoing building, his windows were still normal glass, and the door still had a keyslot in it. Only the area known an Central Dogma was under lockdown, the crews that had built it killed, lest they tell others what they had been doing. He smiled, for in less than 3 days, he could begin working down there, down where the secrets disappeared, and the real truth was plainly visible.
Dr Akagi Sr looked over her panel. The MAGI were almost complete. Two were completely done, up and running, and the third would soon be. She cursed herself, for despite her own intelligence, it still took 'help' from her daughter Ritsuko to complete the project. She didn't care for her daughter much, she had her brains, her looks, and her own stubbornness. Thankfully though, that bothersome Yui was finally out of the way, now she and Gendo didn't have to try and hide it. She smiled, knowing what had happened, hearing Yui scream in pain, it brought a thrill to her body. She also knew that Gendo had received permission to use the Dogma equipment, and the MAGI were still in the process of receiving all the files from the Council, which was a slow and agonizing process, since the dedicated lines for the supercomputers hadn't been run yet. She crawled out of the access port of one of her babies, closing Melchior back up, and locking him back into running position, having completed the final test. She sat back in her portable station chair, and sighed deeply, and watched the screen. Once again, she had managed to increase the transfer rate between Melchior and Balthazar. She conveniently forgot that it was her daughters hyperlinks that let her do this. She watched as a large flow of data was being requested by someone. Bringing up a task manager, she saw that Gendo had requested several large files, including a selective dump of the genetic coding database. She smiled, knowing he must be getting ready to do a trial in the Dogma chamber. She looked at the request. Along with most of the files coming from the council, and a large portion of code base data from the female population of the sampled world, she noted that her own DNA code file was in the mix as well. She smiled, hoping she would have her own DNA codes incorporated into this 'being of all time' Gendo had hinted at now being able to make. She laughed to herself, and completely missed the scrolling indication that Yui Ikari's entire file had been requested as well.
Bengal sat at his terminal, watching Gendo. Although thousands of miles away, it was still realtime. He watched as he polled for thousands of files to be sent to his desk. Bengal knew already that was a feint to throw off Dr Akagi. The woman was headstrong, ambitious and full of herself. Compliment her once or twice, make her feel important, and you can wrap her around your finger. Bengal dove into Gendo's terminal, wanting to know what was really happening. He laughed, finding a bit of poetic justice in it. The file on Akagi DNA had been tossed out, as had almost all of the rest of the DNA code files. Only a few remained, including an almost complete version of his late wife, Yui. Bengal felt a twinge of regret. He had known what happened, and actually had to be a part of it, in a distant fashion, and knew he had left a young boy alone without a caring mother, only a dark souled father. He shook the feeling for know, concentrating on the task at hand. The remaining DNA files were a bit of a mismatch. Many of then were from sampled people of very high intelligence, which was alright, but there was a large number of files from people who only seemed to share submissiveness in common. Bengal requested a live feed copy of everything Gendo terminal did, and would do, leaving the logging on. The fact that Gendo left his wife's file almost entirely intact didn't sit well, since Bengal knew the woman, although intelligent, and quite beautiful, was no more than another pawn to Gendo, used to further his ideas, at the cost of her own life. Begal shut down the Terminal, and made a preliminary report for the council, sending it off, then turning in for the night to reflect on what had transpired.
"What has Bengal to report on the activities of newly information wealthy Gendo?"
"Do you want direct assesment, or opinions?"
"Both. Bengal has shown in the past a certain knack for having opinions and ideas which pan out."
"Directly, he is throwing off many, including his own head research doctor, and culling through a fairly good sized piece of the DNA database. The remote telemetry indicates the chamber is being prepped for initial code verification and DNA archtype bug checking. Based on these findings, it is surmised that Gendo plans on at least testing a DNA sequence in the chambers non-volatile section soon. Based on the DNA files, it will be female in gender, but beyond that it is difficult to surmise."
"Is that all?"
"No. The 'package' has been secured in the geofront, and appears to be normal. Parties witness to this move have been dealt with properly. The MAGI system is operating above expected levels, and the remaining MAGI systems will be brought to their level in short order. Bengal requests a direct presence, should they try something unforeseen."
"That is odd, does he give a reason for this request."
"Not directly, just, in his words 'An odd premonition it would be best' is all there is."
"I see. What of his subjective results?"
"He suspects Gendo will attempt to create a hybrid, female in gender, aesthetically similar to his late spouse. Augmenting intelligence, while assuring complete control over the subject. It is also noted he will probably instill false memories and past, along with a fair amount of knowledge into the test subject, thus allowing him to test the accelerated growth system of the chamber. Bengal states sections of this are expected, but without direct presence, there is no way to be certain he will not try and create something which only he has control of, thus circumventing our chain of command."
"I see. Is there any other opinions, either in the report or of our own?"
"I must stress, that while Bengal is very reliable and has a track record to back him up, he still is to an extent free of our influence. A necessary evil for his line of work. While I see no problem with his analysis, I question if perhaps there is more than he is saying in his report, possibly a hidden agenda."
"Out of the question. He has served us faithfully for over 500 years."
"Yes. His record shows errors in the past, mistakes he has made, a few a bit more severe and costly than others. He is still human, but I see no reason to doubt him. He knows, as we do that he cannot leave this world as long as our ultimate project goes unfinished."
"Enough. Have Burmese begin a casual watch on Bengal, to qualm your fears, but allow Bengal to have his direct presence."
"Do you think that's wise?"
"Whether it is wise or not is irrelevant. The end is at hand, the tunnel is nearly at it's end. There is little anyone can do now, least of all Bengal, to stop the events set in motion."
"Very well."
Four of the points vanished. A minute or two later, Bengal entered, looking impassive at the head of the council.
"Bengal, you know what you seek is impossible. Yet you still ask me. Why?"
"Sir, I have gone so long in this world of darkness. I still serve the council, and always will. You know my reasons. Is it really too much to ask?"
"I suppose not. I hope your assumptions are wrong in this case, for the scenario you outline....One is a nightmare, the other tolerable, and maybe the human thing to do. But that is partially at the core of this entire mess."
"I understand sir. I only make my report and summations on the data I have acquired, and the events I have witnessed or been a hand in."
"Yes, I know. Very well. Pack your belongings you will need. You are headed for the Geofront. Be wary, for as you heard, Burmese will be casually watching you now. Be careful not to betray my trust in you old friend."
"Of course. I seek only the same goals as you."
The head of the council stood and walked to his friend. He reached out, and handed Bengal possibly the greatest gift he could ever give him. He placed a data disc into Bengal's hand, and returned to his seat, and vanished. Bengal stifled a tear, looking at the disc in his hand. All these years, maybe he could find a modicum of forgiveness now. He left to pack his things, he had a long flight ahead of him. He safely tucked the disc into his shirt pocket. He held his hand there for a moment, once more, she was near him, for the disc, one of the only ones not in the database, was the DNA of Bengal's daughter. A complete copy of everything she was, now close to her father, in some small way, once more.
Gendo was upset. His initial test had produced some annoying errors, to the point they would never allow the subject to live. He had indeed made a hybrid, a mix of several people's DNA structure, mostly his dead wife's, and some from the special guest he had under lock and key in the bottommost part of the Geofront. On the upside, he now had a name for his group, NERV. This was so much easier than the old name, even if it wasn't public yet. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. This would be his triumph. Yes, it would facially be his wife. But the intelligence would be above even Dr Akagi's. He smirked, the letch in him happy, since it would also have the body hot enough to melt tank armor, at least as far as he was concerned. And the best part, no free will, completely obedient to him, and him alone. His doll, his toy, his companion. Every last micron of her made to his exact wishes. The only thorn right now was a 'visitor' from the Council. Even if he seemed unassuming, and not interested in the Dogma chamber, it was a problem. However, Akagi had detected no hacking, or subterfuge on his part, in fact the secret monitor in his room showed he had a very boring life. He shrugged it off, and went back to creating his perfect little plaything.
Bengal lay on his bed in the Geofront. Fooling the cameras was easy, the small box attached to them would ensure it always looked like he was leading a boring life. Fooling the MAGI was also easy, using the council's hidden overrides for security. What was troubling him was Gendo. He had finally gotten a dump of the DNA sequence he was testing, and it was a long process crunching it, else he raise suspicions. Most of the sequence was laughable. In fact, he could tell the first 3 iterations and variations had failed the pre substrate tests. It was the later tests. Gendo had used more of the 'package's DNA than was expected. Bengal knew this one would succeed, but the question was, how was it going to? Was Gendo going to advance the age to about 14 and fix it there, or to about 8 and let the test grow the rest. Why had he gone and adjusted things that seemed to make no sense. He turned over, and went to sleep, for tomorrow he actually went to the chamber.
Gendo beemed, he had it. This DNA sequence passed all the tests. Forget the council. He stood in front of a large tube of yellowish fluid, the tube filled with the stuff that would make his doll. He reached down, and toggled the enable, and the machinery came to life. A low thrumming filled the room, the machinery doing it's magic. Manipulating the 4 basic chemicals that controlled all that was a person, arranging them into the order the coding said to. Several hours later, Gendo left, the basic sequence complete, replication and embryonic creation having been secured. He left for bed, for nothing could stop his doll from coming to be now.
The spark happened. Life had begun. The being grew, it's mind slowly waking. Concepts of self, others, body, mind all filled in rapidly, just fast enough for it to be absorbed, not enough to drive it insane....yet.
Bengal cursed. He had been delayed for 2 days. But his revenge was Gendo was 'called' to a council meeting, as Bengal left the lift, bound for the Dogma chamber. He strolled past the security systems. He took a deep breath, and slid his card into the reader, the green light beeped, and the door opened. He walked in, and the door closed, the room's lights coming up. Bengal looked around and turned his attention to the tube. He walked to the terminal and looked at it. His eyes went wide, his mouth dried up. He glanced to the tube, and to the terminal, his fists slowly clenching. The nerve, the monster, how dare he. How dare he pervert pureness of new life with his own base needs. He read the display. Light blue hair, skin to die for. Body dimensions were beyond his ability to decipher, but the test wasn't stopping at a young age, it appeared the cycle was locked into age 14 human female for biological settings. The mind was tremendous, abilities to rival the finest of all time. He cursed, and was just about to reach into his pocket for his disc and overides. He could not allow this depravity to occur. The door opened behind him, and in walked Gendo, with a pistol aimed at him.
"So, you seemed to have found your way down here."
"You monster!"
"I am the God, you are the monster. I am the saviour of the world. I will make the new species how I choose."
"You are evil. I should have killed you years ago."
"Now you will never live to see another day."
"Wrong." Bengal said, placing his hand on the console. "I am in front of the Tube, and have the ability to overide the lock and kill the test before it finishes. Plus, I know the tube isn't bullet proof."
Bengal was bluffing, he knew Gendo had replaced the tube with bullet resistant materials, but needed a few seconds. WIth his other hand, he reached to his side, calm looking, and hit a small transponder which was sewn into each of his slacks. He touched it, and it sent a small tigle into his skin, letting him know it worked. He simply smiled at Gendo
"I see you find some irony in this. Who are you really, and why does the Council wish to stop me from ushering in the new species?"
"You are ushering in an innocent life, and making her your puppet. I cannot allow that to happen. What I know goes to the grave with me. You will never know....."
"Pity, I think I shall...."
Saying so, Gendo fired the pistol, four times. The man tourqued, and shook with each shot, one passing clear through him, hitting the tube, only a small scratch resulting. Gendo smiled, and watched the blood smears drip on the tube, as the man sunk to the floor. He patted the tube, knowing she was safe, knowing in just a few more hours, she would begin to develop into what he truly wanted. Her mind as well, turning from open and free to his and closed. He chuckled, and left the room. As the door closed, he failed to notice the near-dead man's hand move.
Bengal was in pain. It was comforting, he had not felt such in many many years. A modicum of realism before he faced the end. He moved his bleeding ragged body slowly, painfully to the terminal's base. He managed to pull the disc from his pocket, and almost died. A corner of the case, and a small section of the media inside were damaged by a round. He cursed, but it would have to work. This abomination would not serve Gendo, nor would it truly serve the Council. It would have a chance at life, even if it was to be a tortured soul like his own. He painfully lifted the disc to the terminals port, and slid it in, and fell over near the small crack in the tube. A single drop of the fluid seeped out of the crack, and headed for his outstreched hand. He saw it, and weakly smiled.
"Protect her, my daughter...." He wheezed to the terminal, the disc actually "protect her from herself...and the danger she must...face...." and he lapsed into oblivion as the drop of LCL touched him, and his body liquefied instantly, brining him peace at last.
The Terminal came back on, and scanned the disc in it's port. It booted it up, and the viral program ran, inserting new sequences and codes and instructions into the DNA coding for the tube. Changing this, altering that, fulfilling the wishes of both the Council, and Bengal. When it finished, per it's own built in device, it ejected itself from the terminal, and vaporized itself, leaving no trace it had ever existed.
Somewhere inside the mind of the tube......
'Hello?'
'Hello, who are you?'
'Don't worry. Are you having fun?'
'Yes!'
'Can I play with you?'
'Um...okay'
'Thanks, I think it'll be fun for a long time to come'
Gendo returned to the room some time later, only mildly upset that the man was not there. Oh well, he thought, he was dead anyways. He looked at tube, only a few more hours, and she would be complete. She was a picture of perfection. Her mind, already intelligent beyond almost the rest of the planet, filling with knowledge and information, all with perfect clarity and recall. Her face lovely, exactly that of his late wife. Long flowing hair, light blue. Only her eye color was different, deep, blood red. He mused, saving his appraising look of her body till she was out of the tube. He turned and left, for he now had to draw up documents of her birth and name, even if they were all faked. He had already decided on a name too.
Burmese smiled. So this was what Bengal was willing to give up his life for. Interesting. He knew some of his late associates past, so the fact that he had died was a tad odd, and the Council would want to know why. He looked over the papers on his desk once more. He prepared a preliminary report, along with a few things Bengal had requested be sent to the council, when Gendo walked into his office in the Medical wing.
"Greetings Commander, how can I help you today?" Burmese asked, for his cover had always been a doctor for this rather odd bunch.
"Doctor, you have been with us since the beginning of this. I have a young lady who is in need of a medical exam, to determine if she is fit. Both mentally and physically. If she is, we will be 'acquiring' her for our purposes."
"I understand, may I ask why me? There are other Doctors with more practical experience in physicals."
"You have been with us the longest, and know more about our goals and pasts. You are the wiser choice since are still with us, and have fewer objections. Here is the paperwork." Gendo said, dropping a folder on his desk.
"I see." Burmese said, flipping through the folder, "We have her entire past in here."
"Yes, she is either acquired, or she will not leave alive."
"I understand, do we have a name on this young woman?"
"Yes. Her name is Imanaya. Imanaya Natima."
"Natima, nice name."
"Yes, excuse me, I have work to attend to Doctor."
Burmese nodded, and watched him leave, opening the folder back up. He skimmed through the folder, all the documents forgeries, but good ones. Birth Certificate, Immunizations, schooling records, falsified medical reports. He smirked, Gendo did a good job on these. He closed the file, and stood up. Might as well do this exam first, then send his report. something told him it would be better to have his report be late with her included, than on time without. He walked into a prep room, removed his coat, and donned his medical garb. He stepped into the exam room, and the scent of LCL filled his nose. Crap, he thought, Gendo couldn't even be bothered to wash her up after she came out of the tube, that ass. He sighed, and walked behind the curtain separating him from the patient, first double checking to make sure the doors were locked, and the surveillance gear at an acceptable state of usefulness.
He looked at the table, and even his jaw almost dropped at the sight. Now this was something worth sticking your neck out for. Bengal you sly dog, he thought, and gave a long appraising lok to the unconscious young woman on the table. Starting at her feet. Perfectly formed, with no abnormalities in the bone structure, with a perfect arch, meaning she would look stellar in pumps, flats, or heels, and feel no discomfort. The skin on the bottom of her soles already a bit thicker. Her slender, and long legs similar. Muscle tone that could stop just about anyone at several paces, and make other women jealous at the same time, also with no abnormalities to the skin or bones. Sensual creamy thighs, connected to nice, wide hips. Not wide enough to be ugly, but not skinny, definitely a womans hips. Nestled between the thighs, was her center, perfectly formed, so inviting looking, and clean, not a single hair anywhere. Burmese scoffed, for he knew exactly now what some of Gendo's designs were for this young lady. Rolling her over, he looked over her near perfect backside. Well formed cheeks, slightly resilient to touch, and the muscle firm, not flabby. He checked her spine, exactly straight, a textbook perfect example of what it should be, only tiny nubs betraying the vertebrae. In any backless garb she would look stunning, thought Burmese. He rolled her back over, laying her on her back, and checked her abdomen. Once again, firm, no flab, nearly no body fat, with toned trimmed muscles, even her belly button was neat and almost too perfect. He went up some more, to find what would give her many problems and compliments.
Resting on her chest, at the age of 14 were a pair of breasts that some nursing mothers would never had. Easily a handful each, round and firm. Each one with a smallish light pink Areola, tipped with a small nipple. They sat proudly on her, jutting out, not losing their form even though she was on her back. He reached a hand under, feeling for the back muscles, and sure enough, they were tighter than normal, so apparently these wonder mounds would not cause discomfort. He gulped, and so wanted to, but not wanted to. He slowly reached out, he was a man after all, and ran a hand over one of the globes. It was warm and firm, perfect for several activities his somewhat depraved mind began thinking of. He pulled back quickly, as a soft moan came from the young woman's mouth as he did so. After a moment, he relaxed, and cursed Gendo, the man truly was a pig. He checked her arms and hands, their tone muscles, which he surmised were stronger than they needed to be, topped off by fingers just the right length and width. He checked her neck, and looked at her face for a while. He hair, light blue in color was matted and all over, covered in the LCL fluid from the creation tube. Light eyebrows sat above each eye, with a delicate nose. Lips that almost screamed to be kissed as they looked now, but upon inspection, looked fairly normal when pressed together.
Opening her mouth, he checked her teeth, pearly white, no defect, angles or anything, not even morning breath. He smirked again, if Gendo had known he was working for the Council, he would never had let him perform the physical. Closing her mouth, he checked, and drained her ears, and her nose as well. He opened her eyes, and drew in his breath a little. Blood red eyes looked back at him. He noted this, ina way it added to her charm, but he would have to look into it later as to why they were like that. The physical inspection done, he drew some fluids, and sent to the lab, and began to wash her off. Once done, he laid a white sheet over her, leaving her head exposed, and turned up the temperature in the med room. He then proceeded to take all the scan tests. X-rays, CAT scans, MRI cross sections. He began to see just what Gendo had put into this woman. A part of him felt sorry for her. Here she was, with a body to die for, and hopefully a mid to match, destined to be Gendo's little doll for all her life. A small voice told him maybe Bengal saw that too, and that's why he did what he did. Burmese shook his head. He did his job for the council. I t was not his place to look into the private items of Bengal's even if he was gone. He finished the scan, sent the films to be developed, and went and got a chair, gently coaxing the young woman awake. She groaned a bit, as if a young person not wanting to get up on a Saturday home from school, right down to the mumbling of wanting 5 more minutes. Gradually her eyelids fluttered open, and she began to look around.
She found herself in a white, sterile smelling room. As she gradually came to, she could feel her body on a table of some sorts, not to comfortable, but not a hard cold slab. She could feel the sheet on top of her as well. She looked over, and saw a man, at least her mind told her it was a man, and she tried to smile a bit, opening her mouth, her mind quickly forming words to fill the void, even if they sounded out of place.
"Don't try and talk yet young lady." Said the man, she nodded back.
"I am a Doctor here, and was told to check you over. I have completed the majority of it, but I have a few more things, alright?" He said, and she nodded again.
The Doctor proceeded to check her eyes, her co-ordination, her grip, her reflexes, all the things you can't really do well on a sleeping person. All the time softly talking, filling her with words and in a way, social niceties and grammar. Things not in her, even though she had the vast majority of the words she would ever need already in her head. She found herself nodding, and feeling odd. The words sounded familiar, the way they were said familiar, yet it was like she was hearing them all for the first time. When the doctor finished, he sat back down and told her she could sit up. She nodded, and placing a hand on the sheet, pulled herself up, noting that the doctor was watching her d o this, both from a professional standpoint, see if she could, and from the point of watching her and her body, seeing her light blue, still water damp hair fall about her, and watching her chest beneath the sheet as she rose. She noted the last bit, and felt a odd mix of uneasiness, yet at the some time something else, something....exciting and warm. She also noticed the personal looks were very fast glances, as if he was trying hard not to it.
"Very good. Now than young lady, I have but one more question to ask you, then I will leave you to get dressed. When your done, go through that door on the far wall and we'll get you settled in. The question is, tell me about yourself." The doctor said, and leaned back, this was the killer test, to see what exactly Gendo had put into her mind.
"Well. My name is...is Natima. 14 years old I think is my age, Sign I am is...is....I don't know. I think I've had schooling, with average marks. I like green as a color. I prefer to wear my hair in a ponytail, enjoy reading and exercising, and that's all I can remember Sir." She said, her expression going from pained to relaxed, the first words coming hard, but gradually becoming easier. She finished up with an attempt at a smile, which the Doctor returned.
"Very good Natima. I'll leave now, and you can put a gown on, and then join me in my office.
The doctor stood, and retrieved a gown, setting it on the bed. He bowed, and turned to walk away. Before he even got to his door, he could hear her hop off the tale, and drop the sheet. He smiled. Gendo had done quite a bit, but perhaps not enough. She would need a bit of refinement to pass in normal society, but then again, Burmese surmised Gendo had never intended her to join the real world. He thought some more as he closed the door, leaving Natima to dress herself, and then join him. This would be a most interesting case file.
To Be Continued.........
There you go, the first chapter of my new fanfiction. I know some will hate it, and those who are form the MUCKS I use this char may remember her, and read with a bit of interest. As normal feel free to email me with comments or criticisms. I don't write better without feedback. Until next time
Izcer4
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