Authors' Note: Evangelion Lamentations is set in a world somewhat different from the normal Eva world. In this version, all the children have been given their Evas already, except Kaworu, who'll show later. This story is about, and is told from the point of view of Kojiro Kai Li, an orphan from Izu province. He has lived in relative isolation with his guardian Taki, who is also his Isshinryu karate sensei.
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Lamentations 0:1
What Demons Lie Within?
"It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young."
- Lamentations 3:27
Ikari. Langley-Sorhyu. Ayanami. Ryouji. Katsuragi. Akagi. Suzahara. EVANGELION.
They were all names that I thought I would only hear on TV, read in a magazine, or hear from a friend. So distant, it was like they didn't truly exist anywhere except in the media. Yet, they were all names I ended up knowing firsthand, names that I now can associate with a face, a personality, with my friends, with my rivals, with my enemies. I guess it's always easier to start at the beginning, so that's where I'll start.
My name is Kojiro, Kojiro Kai Li. I had just moved into Tokyo-2. My legal guardian, Taki, had sent me to school here, saying that it was better to get a Tokyo diploma than a small town one. I had never known my parents, but whoever they had been, they had left me a lot of cash. Turns out, life in Tokyo-2 sucked. The kids at the school were a little less than accepting of me, seeing as it was my second day. A girl I'd met the first day, Yoko Shinkeshi, was at the basketball court, watching the senior guys play basketball before the starting bell. She was shorter than I was; thin, with long, black hair (with a reddish tint), and as what I considered to be very pretty. It was kind of a bummer that the basketball guys commanded more of her attention than I did.
"Isn't Takahara great?" She stared dreamily at him, as he ran up the court, dribbling. He dodged past Ikizashi, and ran for a lay-up. I waved my hand in front of Yoko's face.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" Nope, at least, not until the bell rang. She turned her stare away from the ball guys.
"Oh, hello, Kojiro. Is that the bell?"
"Yes, it is, and Yamatoshi Sensei is not going to be pleased."
"Then let's get to class!" she said, and headed off. I ran up behind her as we dodged into the classroom just as the bell finished ringing. I dropped into my seat, and she did likewise. Yamatoshi Sensei started to blather on about the Evangelions everyone was so interested in. Yoko shot me a look of boredom, and typed a message on her in-desk networked computer. Our school was very new, it seemed, built as an effort to draw more people to the slowly recovering city. Hence, we had a lot of interesting gizmos around, including a new baseball field, advanced physics software, a nice library, and many more things, including these in-desk computers. Her message popped up on my screen.
Well, new guy, lunch is only, lemme see, three hours away, maybe we can sneak off campus and get some real food! Geez, this 'Evangelion' stuff can be so boring. It seems like nothing too cool happens to kids here, just bullying. Anyway, let's grab some grub together at lunch, neh?
I smiled. That was nice. Yes, we could grab some lunch, besides, they really couldn't get too angry with me; I was the new guy. I told her yes, and then just about dozed off. I didn't think EVAs were boring, just out of reach for someone like me. NERV puzzled me. I wondered who was behind it, and why one of the pilots had the same last name as its director. Ikaris Shinji and Gendou. I wanted to find out about them.
The lunch bell rang loudly, and Yamatoshi Sensei let us leave. Yoko and I crept around to the back wall and climbed over easily. We jumped down to the street, dusted ourselves off, and walked to a nearby Chinese restaurant. We had two hours for lunch, part of a new program designed to help the children through the stress of living in the wrecked city. Tokyo-2 psychologists, to whom we were all thankful, had devised this little plan. Yoko ordered Sesame Beef, and I ordered General Tso's Chicken. The order came quickly, and disappeared even quicker. I paid the waiter, dropped a tip, and we walked back to the school.
The wall we were getting back over was in the back of the school, near a student center. Naturally, there were no windows on the back, just a door, leading to the kitchen of the center. We had climbed to the top of the wall, via a tree next to it, and were concealed by foliage from view by people in the school. We were about to drop down when we saw a boy from our class, Walker Oden, an American with red-dyed hair pushed around the building by one of the larger students, Orizashi Maki. Maki was big for a Japanese, hell, he was big for anyone. Yoko had said that his mother was a German prostitute. Walker had said during the class introductions that he knew Kung-Fu. I wondered why he didn't do anything. I found out. Two more guys, Maki's buddies, a Japanese, Ori, and a German, Otto. They grabbed a protesting Walker and held him. Maki cracked his knuckles.
"Hah! You should have brought more money today. You know how it works," He said.
"Damn it! I'm not paying you any more. I lent you cash once, now you want everything!" I looked at Yoko.
"Kojiro, the last guy that messed with Maki got beat up so bad, they sent him to the hospital. He died, head trauma. Maki's dad paid off the cops. Funded a 'Police Health Spa.' We should help Oden-San," she whispered in my ear. I nodded.
"Stay here," I told her. She opened her mouth to protest, but I jumped down from the wall to the floor below. My landing alerted Maki. He looked up, his fist back, ready to slug the helpless Walker.
"Hey, Maki, ever heard of a fair fight?" His goons dropped Walker, who rolled back away from the, and came up in a fighting stance. Maki approached me.
"Oh, boy, you are due for a pounding. You're the new guy, aren't you?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"That means you get your introductory pounding, plus a bonus pounding for getting in my way now. When I am done with you, you're gonna be eating out of a tube!"
"Why don't we avoid a potentially dangerous situation, and you can leave Walker and I alone." Walker was beside me now, still in a fighting stance.
"Shit. Kid, you're gonna get fucked up. Hell, I might even kill a punk like you."
"And then what? Your daddy'll pay off the cops?" Yoko asked, dropping off the wall, her school uniform's skirt fluttering up a little too high. Maki stared at her too.
"Oh, Ms. Shinkeshi, thanks for showing up. You see, we'd never hit a girl."
"I bet you wouldn't." Her sarcasm was very heavily laid upon her sentence.
"Oh, I would never. I've got a better idea about what we can do to you." He whispered something to Otto and Ori, making them snicker loudly. I think I knew what he had in mind.
"Sicko," I said. He looked at me.
"Now you're dissing me, too? You are really gonna get your features re-arranged."
"Are you gonna keep talking, Maki, or are you gonna do something?" I asked. Yoko was looking a little fazed. Granted, they had just told her that they were going to rape her, I guess looking a little fazed was pretty good in a circumstance like that.
"Yeah, I'm done talking. Now, you, and your friends, die." He charged us, I threw myself in front, and he came at me, wildly swinging his arms. Yoko kicked off her shoes, and jumped out of the way of Ori, who was looking at her a little too lustily. Walker was already giving the German bully a run for his money. Otto was catching kick after kick from the American.
"Oof!" Otto fell, his leg swept from beneath him by the quick Kung-Fu footwork. Walker could take care of himself, I had my hands full. Maki was swinging his arms wildly. Good, he couldn't be helping himself like that. He threw a meaty fist at me. I caught it. He looked bewildered, such a little guy had caught his, the great Maki's, fist. I smiled back at him, and twisted roughly. I felt a gratifying snap, and Maki's wrist was bending a direction wrists didn't usually bend. He looked angry now, if he hadn't before. He punched with his other hand, expecting me to catch it, I guess. Instead, I danced out of the way, jumped up, and kicked him in the side. He fell over. I turned to help Yoko, and found Ori with her in a painful armlock.
"You're mine, bitch! She slammed her heel on his boot, but the steel toe in the shoe stopped her. She went limp, resigned, it seemed, to her fate. I tapped his shoulder. He looked behind him, and I kicked his leg out, at the knee, from the side. I heard a snap, and he would have screamed, save that he passed out from the pain. Having one's leg broken hurts. He fell heavily, almost taking Yoko with him. I grabbed her arm as he fell, and pulled her back. She looked at me thankfully. I let go of her, and she sat down near the wall. Walker had succeeded in knocking Otto out, and was tying his arms with the boy's shoelaces. I knelt, and did the same too Ori, and proceeded to Maki, but realized that he wasn't there. We dragged the two we had bound, and threw them in the dumpster behind the student center. Yoko was still against the wall, looking shocked. I helped her up, and held her. I guess she had just been so resigned to what they were going to do to her that she had gone into some type of low-level shock. I didn't know why that was, though. Perhaps she was sheltered, or maybe had a bad experience as a child. Whatever it was, she was clutching to me, eyes closed, breathing deeply. I put my arm around her, unsure of what to do, when I was struck from behind. Maki had hit me. Walker came flying through with a jump kick. Yoko flew from my grip. Maki reached his hand into his pocket, drew out a thin black object, and it turned into a blade. A switchblade knife, I realized. He lunged at me. I kicked his hand, the knife flew away, and I beat his arm away from me, shot my hand to his throat, grabbed at his trachea, crushed it, and pulled towards myself. He gurgled, and began to spit blood. I kicked him in the side, and he dropped. Walker stared in wide-eyed horror at the gurgling body on the ground. Yoko was lying on the ground. I picked her up. Her eyes were watering now. She looked into my eyes, and then down at the ground, and started to cry. I held her. Walker was still looking at Maki. Blood and saliva had mixed where his mouth was, creating a pool of pinkish liquid. We left quickly. I was carrying Yoko. Walker thought we should leave. I told him that we had to go to the principle's office, and relate the story. I lead the way, Yoko in my arms, and Walker following behind me. Walker opened the door, and we entered. I lay Yoko down on the couch, amazing the secretary, and Walker sat down next to her. The secretary was still staring. I knocked on the principle's door, and was told to come in. I presented myself, bowed, and said my name. The Principle, whose desk said, 'Kastuhida Jisan.' He nodded his head, and motioned for me to sit.
"You are new, are you not?"
"Yes, Sir."
"What brings you here?" He seemed tense, solemn, and very honorable. His graying hair held its receded line halfway back upon his head. His face was creased, and his eyes were dark. I tried to relate the story, with as much detail as possible, including as much as I could of the dialogue. He frowned.
"So, you left school grounds?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you took actions that presented the possibility of harm to another student?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you got in a fight?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And you took actions that may lead to the death of Orizashi Maki?"
"Yes, Sir." I bowed my head.
"And it was in self defense."
"Yes, Sir."
"In a life-threatening situation?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You did what I would have done." He scowled, not at me, per se, but more at something not in the room, intangible. He returned his gaze to me. I was too dumbfounded. I had expected him to call the cops, but instead, he had told me I had done the right thing. I didn't know what to say.
"Do you remember what the other student, Ms. Shinkeshi, told you about how he had killed a boy some time last year?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That boy was Katsuhida Yoshi, my son." No one could prove it was Orizashi that did it. I knew. The police said that he had fallen. But I saw the knife wounds, that doesn't happen when you fall."
"I... I see, Sir. My apologies."
"Don't apologize. Orizashi deserved what he got, what you gave him. I'm only glad that you came along. My son cannot thank you, but I can. He stood, and bowed to me. I looked back at him.
"I..." I said.
"There will be no charges. There will be no police investigation. He will be taken to the hospital. The school will claim that he had an accident, like my son did," The principal looked me in the eye, "Unfortunately, not you, nor your friends can stay here. You'll have to leave. I will have to send you to... Tokyo-3. All three of you. The letters will be made up nicely, to make it look official, the school will pay for an apartment for the three of you to share, etc. Pack your bags. And, if possible, stay together, Maki's father will not buy the ruse for long. He knows whose son his boy killed." The man's eyes watered, and her turned away, to his window. I bowed, and walked out the door.
Yoko looked at me groggily from the couch. Walker was pacing, much to the secretary's annoyment. I lifted Yoko from the couch, and she seemed to drift back off to sleep. Walker and I left, and were walking to Yoko's house. Her parents weren't home, and we used the key in her pocket. Walker opened the door, and I walked in sideways to get Yoko in my arms. The house was spacious, nice for Tokyo-2. Yoko's room's door was open, and I set her down on the bed. I sat next to her, and called her name several times, trying to wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me strangely, seeming curious as to why we were at her house, in her room. I told her what had transpired.
"We're... being transferred?"
"Yeah, don't worry, we've got everything we need, pack what you need for a week or so, and then we can have the rest sent later. And you should change out of your uniform, we need to be low key getting to Tokyo-3." She sat, and after several seconds, looked at me funny.
"Well?" She asked.
"Well what?"
"Are you going to get out so I can change?" She looked at us suspiciously.
"Yeah, we're goin'."
"And no peeking!"
"Yeah, yeah." We closed the door and sat in the living room on the couch. I heard her opening drawers in her room, and throwing things into a bag. I heard the closet open and close several times. She emerged ten minutes later in a pink t-shirt that had some band's name on it and a pair of jeans. American fashion. We locked the house, and went to Walker's. He gathered his things, and we proceeded to my apartment. The door was open. I went in cautiously... And found a gun in my face.
"Mr. Kai Li," said the holder of the gun. "My name is Orizashi Takawara. My son is dead. His friends claim it was your fault, that you attacked him. The school naturally claims that he had an accident. And now you will too, murderer." Walker disarmed him with a kick. He had been concentrating on me so hard he hadn't seen them come in. Seconds later, Walker was knocked to the ground by another man.
"Fool!" said Orizashi, "did you think I came unprepared?" Two more men came into the room, and then Orizashi picked up his gun. He aimed it at me, and I heard the shot before I fell. Nothing happened. I guess I was dead. I opened my eyes, and Orizashi's gun was on the other side of the room, the two men turned their guns, but fell to two more shots. Orizashi cowered back into a corner. A man in a neat suit came in. He was thin, brown hair spiked up. He kept his gun trained on Orizashi.
"No time for introductions, Kai Li, let's go!" I figured it was best to go with him, as opposed to staying with Mr. Orizashi. We ran out, and, locking Orizashi in, left the apartment complex behind. The man's car was nice, big, and American. He put his sunglasses on the dash, and drove off towards the airport.
"I am Don Phillipe." He spoke with an Italian accent. Yakuza, by the looks of him.
"You're a Yak, aren't you?" I asked.
"You could say that. I'm on loan from Don Giovanni in Venice."
"What do you have to do with us?" Asked Yoko.
"You could say that maybe a higher power presented me with a small fortune as a safety deposit on your lives. I am supposed to take you to the airport, where you'll be put on their private jet to Tokyo-3." I wondered if the principal had hired him. He looked like he was probably pretty dangerous. Yakuza were, but he was Italian Mafia, I wondered why he was here in Japan, on loan, as he called it. I asked him that much.
"The Yakuza have been having trouble with the government. So much American influence, it's made them almost powerless. They had some connections, so did Don Giovanni. One thing leads to another, here I am." I suddenly remembered something.
"Shit! My stuff, we forgot to get my stuff," I said. Phillipe just nodded.
"It's in the trunk. Don't worry, you're set. There's a suitcase waiting for each of you at the airport, it's got some more stuff in it for you, from my employer." I figured that the school wouldn't be about to give us suitcases full of stuff. The employer was obviously someone with a lot of cash, and very generous. When we came to the airport, we were driven around to a side gate, where Phillipe parked the car, accompanied us to a small hangar, containing a prop plane that was painted black. He pointed to three suitcases with silver handles, and each of our respective names engraved on them. We tossed our clothing bags into the cargo hold, and got on the plane. I wondered why we weren't taking a train, but figured that whoever was in charge had their reasons. Phillipe waved goodbye as the door closed on its own, leaving us in the black plane. I noticed that there were no windows. It was pitch black inside, and I reached for a light switch, and found none, but didn't think much of it, seeing as planes rarely had light switches just any old place. I could feel Yoko brush up against me in the darkness. She seemed nervous. Perhaps she'd never flown before, or perhaps being thrown onto a dark plane by a Mafioso, and then locked in the dark was a little too much for her right now. The plane taxied, and I decided it would be best to be on the floor when it took off to we wouldn't be thrown backwards with turbulence. With no visible handhold, it would be good to get a better base on the floor.
"Everyone sit down. We need more stability, we're taking off," I said. I heard Walker sit noisily on his suitcase, and felt Yoko sit next to me. I reached for her hand. I could hear the engines roaring now, and we were moving quickly. Yoko was closer to me now. I could feel her pulse quickening.
"Why do you think they're doing this?" she asked shakily. I realized I was nearly as frightened as she was. Planes weren't supposed to be like this. At least Japan Airways wasn't like this.
"I don't know, but we'll get out of this, trust me." I put an arm around her, and felt her lean against me. In that, I guess we both felt a little safer. I closed my eyes, turning darkness to darkness.
"Do I get a hug too?" asked Walker laughingly. How could he tell... I opened my eyes. The lights were on. Yoko had her arms around me. Her eyes were closed.
"Sorry about that, kids," came a voice over the PA, "our cabin power was messed up, but the technician fixed it. Yoko had fallen asleep. I picked her up, and set her on the chair (there were four) nearest me. I strapped her in. Walker and I decided to look at the contents of our suitcases. His contained a bag with toiletries, an expensive designer suit, a school uniform for Tokyo-3, a map of the city, a device that looked like a palm-pilot (except much more complicated), several sets of clothing that had zips up the front, and were gray in color. On one arm was printed a red maple leaf, with the letters NERV. I remembered that symbol, but from where, I couldn't remember. There was a note, instructing him to put on the gray suit. Mine contained the same things, with a weird rubber suit in it.
"Kinky..." I said. Walker snickered.
"You think they gave one to Yoko, too? You two would make quite a couple," He said, I punched him in the arm. The suits in mine were not gray, but black. My note said to put them on, and to keep the 'plug-suit,' whatever that was, in the suitcase. Walker and I quickly put on the suits, hoping not to wake Yoko. When we were done, she was still asleep. We pulled out the computers, and turned them on, and found our names already registered, and an Internet connection built in. Strangely, the hard drives on the tiny machines were over forty Terabytes. I didn't know how they got that much on there. These weren't available for sale. I guessed NERV had something to do with the Government. Yoko stirred. She yawned, and we told her about everything that had happened. She grabbed a suit (hers were beige) from her suitcase, and changed. We sat in the seats, as the voice had advised us to, seeing as we were landing. We landed, not too gently, and the door opened. We pulled our suitcases out and placed them on a cart containing our other bags. It was surreal. The plane was now in a closed room, and it almost felt as if the room was moving. Down. It was a giant elevator. It was, however, moving quite slowly, and we sat on the cart with the bags, discussing quietly what was on all of our minds, namely, what the hell had happened. Yoko was more awake than both of us, seeing as she had slept. We finally reached the stopping point with a loud clang.
The doors opened, and a young woman stood in the doorway. She had blue hair, and was wearing a red suit. She smiled. "Hello there! My name is Misato Kasuragi, and I'm the operations director for NERV. You must be Kojiro, Walker and Yoko. I guess you must be tired. Just come with me, and we'll get you checked in, and take you to your apartment." She seemed nice enough. We followed her down the narrow corridor. She handed us nondescript papers on a clipboard, which she told us to sign. We were so tired we didn't really care what we were signing anyway. She then handed us three ID cards, which displayed our pictures and identification jargon. I noticed a tall guy following us down the hallway who I hadn't seen before. We passed a room with an open door, and I noticed a dejected looking boy with brown hair inside. He couldn't have been older than me. Standing across a desk from him was a man with a beard, and orange sunglasses who said something that I couldn't remember, but his intonation was harsh. Even after we had passed the door I could still hear the man barking at the boy.
Misato stopped at a large metal door. Beside it, a keypad protruded from the wall. Misato punched in a few numbers and the doors slid open. Behind the door was a wide platform, and behind the platform was a gargantuan metallic face. I heard Walker and Yoko gasp in utter amazement. I remember wondering what the hell it could've been. I was about to ask Misato when she gestured for us to approach the platform, and my question was answered. It was an Evangelion. It was one of the giant robots my sensei spoke of so many times in class. These were the protectors of the earth. Suddenly, Misato spoke. "This, as you probably guessed, is an Evangelion, or as they are more commonly known, an Eva. You've all learned about them in school. These are mankind's last line of defense."
I was unbelievably bewildered. "Yes…we know…but…why have you brought US here?" I stammered confusedly.
"This is yours," she said,
"Mine?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"Yes. When you signed that paper, you signed NERV's contract. You're now the Fifth Child, pliot of Eva unit 4.. Congratulations, Pilot Kai Li."
I was still thunderstruck. Me? An Eva pilot? I tried to speak, but I only stammered; "I…I don't…but what about…I thought that…"
"Hmm?" Misato, seeing my confusion.
"Why are they allowed here, to see this?" I asked, pointing to Yoko and Walker, "Isn't the EVA Project classified?"
"It IS classified. They are staff now; they signed their service in as well. We knew that they would be sent here, because of the transfer orders the Department of Education sent us." Finally, some explanation, I thought. "Shame about that boy, though." Misato added.
"You know about that? I thought not even the police..." I blurted out. She smiled again. She liked to do that.
"We have sources. Anyway, in seeing that your friends would be housed with you, accompanying you, etc, we decided we might be able to give them employment. It would avoid complications. Granted, our resources aren't unlimited, so you have an expense account. They do not. Their payment is the fact that NERV is picking up their education and housing expenses. Hey, we might pay for their food, too. Now, you'll all find some more documents explaining your duties back at the apartment, and dinner too. Have fun!" She escorted us out, warning us to keep hush-hush about the Evangelion we'd been shown. She drove us to our apartment and helped us get our stuff to the door. She handed us each a key, and left. I unlocked the apartment. The door swung open, and we stepped inside. It was already furnished, and an expensive video-game system sat by the TV. Walker did a silent victory dance. I walked around, sizing up the small apartment. There were two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Yoko had already claimed the larger bedroom. Walker deposited his stuff in the other bedroom. Well, it looked like I had the couch. It also meant that I got the Playstation 4. I tossed my stuff on the floor, and made a bed out of a towel and two shirts. I lay down, and waited my turn in the shower. Yoko got out first. She came into the living room, wrapped in a towel.
"You can go in now. I'm done." I realized I probably shouldn't be staring at her the way I was. I shook it off, and walked past her into her room, and then into the shower room. I undressed, threw my clothes into the corner. I stepped into the hot water. A shower was great after that day. Fights, school, and the plane flight from hell. I was pretty tired. I stepped out of the shower… and realized I didn't have any clean clothing to change into. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door to Yoko's room. She was lying on the bed, loose pajamas on.
"Hey, will you do me a favor?" I said. She looked up.
"Huh?"
"Go grab some clothing from my suitcase, please."
"Sure." She disappeared out the door, and returned, carrying a clean set of clothing. She handed it to me.
"Thanks." I pulled myself back into the bathroom, and slipped into the loose, comfortable clothing. I wasn't sure as to where it came from, and at that point, I didn't much care. I came out, and she was back on her bed.
"Well, goodnight, Yoko."
"Hey, don't go yet, c'mere." I walked over to the bed, and sat down. She smiled up at me. "Thanks. Thanks for being there for me today. It brought back some bad memories. It was nice to have someone to count on." She closed her eyes. I made to get up, but she put a hand out, to restrain me. I sat back down. She opened her eyes.
"You should get some rest, Yoko, we have a big day tomorrow, what with NERV and all."
"Not just yet," She sat up, and kissed me on the cheek, "now, you go get some rest." I got up and went out to lie down on the couch.
"Goodnight, Yoko."
"Goodnight, Kojiro."
With that it went silent. The couch was alright for sitting, but not for sleeping. For one thing, it was a little too short, for another, it was kind of hard. As a result, I tossed and turned quite a bit. I guess Yoko heard me.
"Hey, Kojiro…"
"Yeah?"
"I couldn't sleep. It's all too weird."
"Neither could I. It seemed like we were kind of suckered into that one. I mean, now we work for NERV? You guys too? Why the hell is this happening to us?" She looked surprised. I showed her one of the papers from in my suitcase. It stated that she was Tech Support for units 03 and 04. Walker was a hand-to-hand combat trainer for all the pilots. I guess someone that good is hard to find these days.
"So, do you know why would they hired you as tech?"
"Well, I used to do a lot of computer work for the school…"
"Oh. Well, you should get some sleep, I figure I won't, but I'll be all right. Now, come on, go get some sleep." She wasn't too happy with the idea of my being awake all night, but eventually shuffled off to her room. I lay back down on the couch and tried to meditate. It's hard when you realize that the world is suddenly depending on you. Fed up with that, I pulled out the data on the other pilots.
FIRST CHILD
Ayanami rei
Unit-00, Unit-00'
Age: 14
Eyes: Red
Hair: Blue
Psychological Analysis: Classified below Level 3
Second Child
Soryu Asuka lAngley
Unit-02
Age: 14
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Psychological analysis: Classified below Level 3
Third Child
Ikari Shinji
Unit-01
Age: 14
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Psychological Analyisis; classified below Level 3
Fourth Child
Suzahara Touji
Unit-03
Age: 14
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Psychological analysis: Classified below Level 3
Fifth Children
Kai Li Kojiro
Unit-04
Age: 14
Eyes:
Blue
Hair: Black
Psychological Analysis: Classified below Level 3
Sixth Children
Information Classified
I wondered what all these people were like, other than pictures and video I'd seen of them. Next to each entry was a picture of the pilot, except for the Sixth Child. I dropped the paper on the top of my open suitcase next to the couch, and fell asleep.