And...here we go. First chapter. . Review and criticise to your pleasing, but again..wait till the third chapter before finalizing your review.

Chapter 1- Revelation

Name- Hikaru Daichi
Age- 14
Height- 5'5"
Weight- 106lbs

So read the ID card for the pilot of the Evangelion Unit 01. The one carrying it however was not Hikaru, but his new caretaker- Christine Knight. An American by birth she's a bit overweight and sarcastic. With shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, and glasses combined with a slight hourglass figure, it's hard to believe she's single. She doesn't seem to mind though, or at least doesn't show it. It might be because of her height, being six-two and two hundred nine pounds wasn't exactly normal for a woman. But she was content, and with her job she didn't need the added stress of trying to loose weight. She was Director of Operations at the NERV facility in Tokyo, Japan. She over saw all operations of the new Evangelion units, and as such, saw it fit to take in one of the pilots. She also felt a bit of remorse for Hikaru, his father neglected him and his mother left him in divorce. The reasoning behind choosing a mere teenager to pilot a one hundred thirty-one foot 'robot' is anyone's guess. There are theories, ranging from the mundane to the downright foolish.

Christine continued on her way, to a bus stop where she was supposed to meet him and take him to her apartment. She looked back down at the ID card's picture. He had short black hair, dark green eyes, which were oddly enough not Asian looking. The only thing that could tell you he was Japanese was his skin, which had a slight gold tint to it. A few minutes later, she saw the boy with a backpack and a bag. The car comes to a stop and the passenger side window rolls down.

"You're Hikaru, right?" With the sweetest possible tone she could manage. Hikaru was a bit shocked; he didn't expect someone in the military to be as good-looking. He managed to choke out

"Y–yes...I take it you're Ms. Knight? ". She smiled; he was shy and cute, perfect for her amusement.

"Yes, Christine Knight. You can call me Christine, considering you're going to be living with me from now on." Hikaru smiled a bit, and got in the car.

The drive was quite and eventually stopped a large apartment building near inner Tokyo. Gathering his things, Hikaru and Christine walked into the building, it looked nice. At least compared to what Hikaru had been used to. As they both walked towards the elevator, he began to rub the palms of his hands. It was a nervous habit he had developed shortly after his mother left. Unlike other people, who when nervous would start to sweat or go red-faced he rubbed his hands together until they blistered. He was unsure of Christine, this new place, and what exactly the United States military wanted from him. This had all started to sink in…was he going to be fighting for them? Where they going to run tests on him? He'd have to ask Christine, but not here. Too public, too many ways to mess up, paranoia was starting to set in. All these questions were racing through his mind; he began to loose track of what was going on around him until Christine pulled him into the elevator.

"What's wrong Hikaru," She said with a bit of confusion. "Are you alright?

"I—I'm fine..." with those last words, the elevator reached floor twenty.

Stepping out of the elevator, she led him to her room- Apartment Eighty-Eight. Swiping a card through a device on the door, it unlocked and opened. The place seemed big, in a word. Certainly bigger then he would've imagined. There again, she was director of a military base and could probably afford this. The paint was dark blue, hardwood flooring, leather furniture…all the things you'd expect in an upper-class house.

"So, you like it?" Christine said to break the silence.

"Wow. I wasn't expecting something this big." said the boy, obviously not expecting accommodations this good.

Looking around some more, he noticed it was rather well-kept, which made him feel a bit more at ease. While he was looking around, Christine called him to the hallway. Opening a door

"This is your room Hikaru "she said with a smile. It was bigger then the one he had at his 'home'.

Walking into his new room, he began to feel better. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. His mind then turned to what exactly he was doing here in the first place, the job forced upon him by the US Military.

"Christine." He began "What will I be doing here…for the military I mean?"

She then slapped her forehead, feeling stupid for forgetting to tell him about the Evangelion Project. "Come to my room, I'll show you.."

Following his new caretaker, he began to rub his hands together again. He wasn't a very violent person, preferring to back down then fight. What did they need a fourteen year old boy anyway? He had enough problems as-is. Then he heard the doorknob click, and turn. Her room was nice, blue carpet instead of the hardwood. Two filing cabinets were placed on the wall opposite her bead, queen-sized by his estimate. Christine walked over to the right cabinet and opened the top drawer. Going to nearly the back of the drawer she picked up what seemed to be an ordinary file. Turning to her bed, she crawled up to the pillows and set Indian-Style. She signaled for Hikaru to set on the end of the bed, and placed the file in front of him.

He opened the folder, and his eyes widened. It was a picture, of a massive green, orange, and purple behemoth. It looked like something you'd see in an anime.

"I—I'm going to pilot that!?" Hikaru cried out, with both shock and fear evident in his voice.

"Yes, that is Evangelion Unit 01." With a bit of remorse in her voice. "Its purpose is to support any United States military intervention. It is designed to fight indiscriminant warfare. An AI System was proposed but..." She then cut off.

"But what? What did it do?" He was becoming concerned for his own well-being.

Christine sighed; she didn't want to scare him. But it's best if he knew now then later, where he could be hurt. "The AI was scrapped. It was too much of a liability to the 'friendly' troops."

"So..." began Hikaru with a tone of sadness "I'm going to be killing women and children, as well as soldiers?"

Christine hadn't thought of it like that, she didn't really consider what they meant by 'indiscriminate'. It all made sense now though; they were going to force a child to kill and maim innocent people as well as soldiers. She couldn't believe it…or she didn't want to. She wanted to cry, they were going to turn a child into a War Criminal, but she was rather sure he would begin to cry and she didn't need any more on her conscious.

"I—I guess that means yes…" Was all he could choke out. Christine looked into his eyes, the shy boy she first saw was gone, he realized exactly what they wanted of him. It sickened her, and the worst part was that she knew for a fact- if he declined, they would kill him.

"It—it isn't so bad Hikaru. You…you may not have to ever pilot it." She said with a forced smile. It was a poor attempt at trying to cheer him up, and he knew it. He managed a small smile, if just to make her feel a bit better. Hikaru looked out the window, the sun was setting. He then looked back at Christine. She had taken off her glasses and was rubbing her face with her hands. It was the worst possible thing she could imagine.

"I feel so horrible…I—I would've never have thought that they could conceive such a thing. This is my fault; I should've understood what they meant when they said 'indiscriminant' ". On the verge of tears, she looks at Hikaru. Why am I crying? He's the one who has the pilot the damned thing. She thought, which only made her feel worse.

Hikaru was in disbelief, breathing slowly. The expression on his face was nil, trying to contemplate exactly what was going on. Ever since his parents divorced, this is how he reacted to stress or extreme sadness. It could never occur to him killing another person, much less thousands of them.

Slowly taking the file from his hands, Christine looked through it to see if she could find anything that might explain why they would require something so cruel and inhuman. The only thing she could put together is that whoever decided on this project was planning something big. She thought about a possible invasion of China, but that was crazy. China had done nothing…then she remembered the current President of the United States. Miles Imhoft, founder of the Progressive Catholic-Christian party. It managed to win most of office in 2011. She didn't like them; it went against all values of the United States.

Christine looked at him again; he had a bit more color in his face. Maybe he was getting over it, or accepting it. "You want to talk about it, Hikaru?" She said with a forced cheerful voice.

"Might as well...what do you think I may have to do?" He said. "I mean, would I destroy cities, or just be there to…I dunno—a police action?"

Christine bit her lip, she really didn't know. "I'm not sure Hikaru, and do you really want to know? I feel awful knowing that I have that damned thing in my base."

Hikaru saw her point, and lowered his head. Looking out toward the window, it was dark. He couldn't see any stars due to being so close to a city, but the moon was bright, if only a half-moon. He was then startled, Christine had put her arms around him. She was hugging him, something he wasn't used to. Slowly putting his arms around her, he began to feel a bit better. Picking him up with some relative ease, she placed his head on the pillow beside her own. She didn't want for him to be alone anymore, and was rather afraid of what he might do if left alone tonight. Getting out of bed to put the file back into the drawer, she turned off the light in her bedroom and laid down next to Hikaru.

Hikaru was a bit embarrassed, but was too tired to object. They both quickly drifted off to sleep…tomorrow would be a big day. Not only would he see the Evangelion in person, but he would meet the second pilot. She had purposely forgotten to tell him about the second pilot, and the other Evangelion. She thought he had enough to think about, no need for any more added stress. Sometime during the night, she rolled over to face him, and grabbed him tightly, kind of like a teddy bear.

At about seven AM Tokyo time, she woke up and realized what she had done. There he was, completely relaxed and sound asleep, with her holding him tightly. "He's so cute; I don't think I've seen him this comfortable since I picked him up." She said softly, as to not wake him.

Christine then slowly moved her arms off and out from under him. Stretching out a bit, she looks over to him. "I don't want to wake him up…but I guess if he's ever going to meet Akemi…" She began to slowly nudge his shoulder, hoping he was a mildly light sleeper. She was right, and he opened his eyes.

"I'm up" He says with a yawn, and rubbing his eyes. Getting out of the bed, he looks at the clock "It's only seven-ten Christine, why do we have to be up so early?"

"Because" she started "You're going to meet your fellow pilot- Akemi Raimunde Souryu." Christine then got out of bed a turned back to Hikaru "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna' take a shower, and get ready. I suggest a change of clothes."

Hikaru nodded and walked out of the room. Getting the bag he had put on the floor last night, he walked to his new room to change. Taking out a white button-up shirt, and a black pair of jeans, he wondered how this new girl would be. His experience with women, up until now, hasn't exactly been good. Not bothering to brush his hair like usual, he walked out of his room and sat down on the couch to wait for Christine.

Back in her bathroom, Christine had just got done showering, and had decided to wear a pair of blue jeans and a green v-neck. She wondered how Akemi and Hikaru would get along. She was…different, in a word. Her mother was Japanese, where as, her father was German. They had moved to Japan in 2004, Akemi was only three. Both of her parents were killed shortly after in a car crash, she didn't seem to be bothered all that much. She was diagnosed as being Bipolar, and had a problem at conveying her feelings at times. Akemi lived with her friend, Kasumi Ayanami. They were both fourteen, and under Japanese law, they were considered adults. Akemi is a five-nine and one-hundred fifty pounds, with bright blue eyes and red mid-back length hair. Depending on when you talk to her, she can be rather eccentric, or just 'content'. She has never really had a violent outburst with her Bipolar illness, which made people wonder if she's just bottling up her emotions. Her friend, Kasumi was about five-seven and one-hundred-forty pounds, with short bright-blue hair and crimson red eyes, she was an albino. Her mood was usually calm-cool-and collected.

Christine walks out of her room, down the short hallway, and picked up her keys to her car. "You ready Hikaru?" She said, glancing over to him.

"Yeah, let's go." He said while getting up. They both walked over to the door, walked out, Christine locked it with her card. Walking to the elevator, she noticed he was rubbing his hands together again. She didn't say anything, he couldn't help it. The elevator reaches the ground-floor, and walk out of the lobby to her car. Starting up the car, she takes Akemi's ID card out of her pocket and hands it to Hikaru.

"That's Akemi; she lives on the other side of the city." Christine said, with a bit of an eager tone, and then started the drive to the Akemi/Kasumi residence.