DISCLAIMER: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, or its associated brandnames.
Author's NOTES:
1. This is a re-imagining of the series. The characters are those from the original series (anime), though Original Characters WILL appear as the series progresses.
2. For those who give a damn, yes, AxS (Eventually)
3. There will be 3 'Seasons', each with a different story arc. They have already been planned from beginning to end. All that is left is for me to write it.
4. Characters will be 'in character', and any changes to that will be due to the events which occur during the series.
5. Authors LOVE reviews. As this is my FIRST EVER attempt at fanfiction, more the merrier. Criticism, provided that it is constructive, is welcomed...just leave some pride left for me...I'm no Asuka!
6. I am a LAW STUDENT, therefore I will be EXTREMELY BUSY a lot of the time. Please be patient with me! :)
P.S. RxS is WRONG I don't care what anyone says, it's INCEST, and I won't stand for it!
Edmond_Dantes presents:
Neon Genesis Evangelion: Remade
[2007]:
"Shinji ?"
A 6 year-old boy looked up. His dark blue eyes, hidden behind a mop of chocolate brown hair, widened slightly, showing his curiosity, apprehension and a tinge of fear.
The woman was in her mid twenties, blonde haired and pretty. She smiled down at him. "Are you ready to go?"
The boy stared at his left hand. Probably looking at the SDAT player...again. The blonde mused. The SDAT player held in his left, the woman noted, was top of the range, and relatively new. That would have been quite expensive...
She snapped out of her reverie, realizing a few seconds had passed since her question. Seeing that Shinji's attention was focused entirely on his left hand, she asked quietly, "Are you waiting for something, Shinji?" Or perhaps someone. A flash of realization was etched across her face, before an apologetic look replaced it. I'm sorry, Shinji. Her heart went out to the boy, knowing exactly what she was about to do to him, and why.
"Let's go, Shinji." She said firmly.
The boy, who had been oblivious to the woman's thoughts, looked up. He looked up at the blonde, a determined expression on his baby-fat face, and his mouth began to open to argue- and promptly shut: the serious look on her face left no room for argument. He nodded meekly. Afterall, not many 6 year olds wouldn't be scared out of their wits by a look like that. Even if it was from a pretty woman like the blonde.
She turned and left the room, leaving Shinji to follow. He looked at the SDAT in his left, and a look of regret briefly flashed across his face. I guess I couldn't keep my promise...
His gaze turned to the cello sitting in the corner of his room. He dropped his eyes to the floor. Mother...
He turned to the object in his right hand- a long, curved katana, encased in a polished, plain black ebony sheath. Father... A look of anguish encased his boyish features. Why do you want me back now, father? The hand gripping the sword clenched and unclenched. I was happy, dammit!
The woman's head popped itself by the door.
"We'll be late for the plane, Shinji. Let's go. Your father awaits us." Father...
"Yes, Doctor Akagi."
"Call me Ritsuko" She smiled, though the look didn't reach her eyes.
"So, its true then?" Fuyutski asked, moving his bishop into position.
"Yes, SEELE have begun building a secret Evangelion base in Korea."
"Why Korea?"
"The location is...convenient."
Fuyutski looked up from the board. "Because it is close to us?"
"Exactly. Your move, professor"
The older man ignored the game, considering the latest revelation about the manoeuvrings of SEELE. There were only two reasons why SEELE would build an Evangelion base in Korea: First, because the base would allow Evangelion reinforcements to Tokyo-3, if Tokyo-3's own EVAs proved inadequate; and Second, so that Evangelions could be used to attack NERV directly, if they proved to go against SEELE's wishes. "What are they planning, Ikari?"
"The old men plan to betray us, professor."
Silence echoed throughout the room, as the significance of the words sunk in. Fuyutski considered this. It was logical, considering that there would be no other reason that SEELE would keep such a thing secret from them.
Fuyutski cleared his throat. "And you're just going to let them?" a note of incredulity edged the Vice Commander's voice.
Fuyutski could feel Gendo's smirk. "Knowing a plan is the first step in stopping it, professor. You taught me that."
The older man ignored the jibe. "I hope you know what you're doing, Ikari," he muttered. For all our sakes. Silence once again grabbed the room, only interrupted by the occasional 'plonk' of a chess piece being moved across the board. The Vice Commander couldn't care less about the game at the moment, as he continued to think.
Why Korea? Granted, the better question would be, why not Korea? One of the three major Asian economies preceding Second Impact, along with Japan and China, the chaos following Second Impact had toppled the dictatorship in North Korea, and after a brief, yet chaotic war, South Korea had triumphed, under the leadership of Field Marshall Park... Who later became President Park...and now, Secretary-General- Fuyutski's eyes widened at this, as realization hit him.
It was all part of SEELE's scenario from the beginning. Park is a member of SEELE. The bastards didn't just plan Second Impact...no, they planned how to best manipulate the death of 3 billion people.
Fuyutski's mind hit overdrive, as he continued to think. The recovery of the new, united Korean economy was incredible- the infrastructure of the South was complemented by the North, which became what the Ukraine was to the former USSR. No-one knew how Korea had managed to recover so quickly, considering the destruction it had suffered during Second Impact and the war, and with the South having to compensate for the economically-crippled North.
Now we know. Fuyutski thought bitterly. SEELE pumped the country full of funds, so it can take advantage of its technology and infrastructure. Fuyutski's eyes narrowed as the depths of SEELE's manipulation hit him. They engineered the war, had one of their own become a national hero, so that they could put him all the way to the top of the UN...and use his country to keep a leash hold on NERV. The clever bastards engineered a war that had cost the lives of 15 million people. For what? Just to control us? The implications were clear. SEELE controlled the United Nations. All of it.
Fuyutski realized that Gendo was looking at him, still with that insufferable smirk, the one he could sense behind Gendo's hands. He's already figured all of this out. The old man realized. And he probably engineered this conversation so that I would figure it out...and so that I would realize both these things. The Vice Commander was astounded at Gendo's skills of manipulation and his intelligence. Despite himself, he shivered. He was afraid of Gendo Ikari's intelligence. He really was.
Satisfied that the professor had realized all this, Gendo continued, "There will have to be slight deviances from my original scenario. But not to worry professor, they have been taken care of...your turn, professor"
Fuyutski looked down at the board in surprise. While the former professor had dominated the centre in the opening stages, the end game looked ominous for him, with his pieces pressed into corners, unable to manoeuvre. The result was no longer in doubt. Fuyutski knocked his king over.
"Thank you for the game, professor." Gendo said.
"What are your plans for the Second and Third?" Fuyutski asked, ignoring the game completely.
Gendo's expression was unreadable. "The Second will follow the original scenario, as planned."
"And the Third?"
"Slight deviances must be made to the scenario. Additional factors mean that the original scenario for the Third is no longer viable. He will begin his training immediately...another game, professor?"
Fuyutski nodded, and they began to play again, Gendo playing a classic opening. The King's Gambit. Fuyutski thought. A deviously simple ploy, sacrificing the pawn flanking the king, allowing the White played to dominate the central areas and deploy his more advanced pieces quickly. It also however, left the kingside open to an early flanking manoeuvre. Fuyutski blinked. Am I still thinking about the game...or Gendo?
The professor realized that Gendo's chess playing mirrored the man behind the glasses. Sacrifices are necessary. Everything is expendable, so long as the desired result is obtained. Fuyutski shuddered at the thought, and returned his attention to the conversation, his desire to play satiated."Does this mean that another means is required to control the Third?" he asked.
Gendo paused. "That has already been taken care of."
Fuyutski frowned. For once, there had been a hint of uncertainty in the voice. There's already been complications in his scenario...and its something to with Yui's son.
"Fuyutski...I want Rei pulled out of school. She will once again take residence within the Geo Front."
The aged professor looked at Gendo in surprise. "But Ikari, last time that happened-"
Gendo cut him off with a dismissive cut of his hand. "With the impending arrival of the Third Child, it is a necessary precaution."
Fuyutski frowned. It made no sense. If anything, they should be spending as much time together, so that when the Angels came they could-. Ahhh...you don't want your precious doll to stop being a doll. Clever Ikari, clever. He shook his head in disgust. "It's about control, isn't it, Ikari?"
Gendo smirked, but didn't respond. It always has been professor, it always has been.
"Mr. Langley?"
"Yes, that's me."
Michael Langley looked at the man uncertainly. He had spoken in English, and not German, and they were in Germany after all. That in itself raised alarms bells in the American's head. He knows I'm more comfortable with English than German, He thought.
The man standing in front of him was clearly of oriental descent, and dressed in the generic black suit synonymous with Secret Services.
"I'm with NERV, sir." His English was impeccable, the American accent giving away the fact that he had been taught the language, rather than grown up with it.
Michael Langley was no fool. He knew exactly what they were after. But he would be damned if he was going to roll over and make it easy for them. "If you're after Kyo- Dr. Sohryu's notes, you should know already that they've been delivered to NERV Berlin." Langley said quietly.
The agent didn't reply.
"If you're after...the other, he's been delivered already too."
The agent shook his head. He already knew that. "I'm after Miss Sohryu."
Silence greeted his words.
Michael Langley was not a violent man, but something about the agent's words made rage bubble in his chest. "Have you people not done enough already?! You've already destroyed my family. She's all I've got left, and you want to take her away from me?!" he hissed, his previous civility a distant memory.
The Asian looked unimpressed. His next words struck the American like a bullet: "From what I've been told, you've had no problems finding a replacement, Mr. Langley." he said coldly, not a trace of sympathy in his voice.
As much as he tried, Michael Langley found he no longer had the strength to look in the Agent's eyes. He no longer had the right to.
"She's upstairs, in the third room to the right." Langley said quietly, staring intently at the magohany flooring of the mansion.
The agent nodded, perhpas realizing that he had taken it too far with his last comment. Not that he had any intention of apologizing. That most certainly was not necessary. Not willing to press his luck any further, he asked, "Anything I should know?"
"She's barricaded herself in her room. She hasn't been out in about a week, except to eat, and to use the bathroom." Langley paused. "It's been a...torrid month for her." He added, shooting a glance at the bedroom to his right.
The agent didn't reply, and if he saw the American's pregnant glance, he said nothing. Instead he brushed past the older man, walking towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. His ponytail swished loosely across his broad shoulders as he walked. As he reached the mouth of the stairs, he stopped and turned to Langely. "No thanks to you" he whispered.
As the agent walked up the stairs, Dr. Michael Langley found that he couldn't respond. The truth after all, is the truth.
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