'Every Man is an Island' and by God, Gendo will be the king of his own!

AN: This is a side story to 'Resolutions' taken place between the Fools of April and Summertime Memories chapters. Initially the intent was to build off the spoof of Gendo off on his own, which was all good fun for me and my brother making him suffer, but this also does get to the deep time to time. After all in order to build up the new Gendo of Resolutions, he needs to have some serious self reflection time. There's a reason why he's a bastard, just as everything in the world is done out of love – it just happens that one's intensions often can be warped by that same force…and is then, for some odd reason, dubbed insanity.

This is his wake up call.

Rated K+ for vulgar language.


Excerpt from 'Resolutions – Fools of April chapter'

Gendo awoke with a start. Something was different, something was wrong.

Sure they had been out at sea, but the salt in the air was too strong. The gritty bunk was too gritty.

"CAAAW!"

And that fucking seagull was way too damn close for him to be down in the hold of the ship. Hoping he had just a little bit too much to drink last night with his old professor and passed out on the deck, he blinked open his eyes to dispel this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. The man blinked again.

He wasn't on the ship, its deck, nor was there a ship even in sight. Here, the Commander of NERV, leader of the only organization and weapons able to defend the earth from Angel attack, thus making him the most powerful man on earth - was laid out on a beach out in the middle of…whatever ocean they had been cruising through to get to former Antarctica. No trees, no radio, alone, just a duffle of supplies…and that fucking bird.

Was this some kind of prank?

"CAWW!" (Is it dead yet?)

A good 50 miles away, an old professor and blond doctor lounged comfortably on the deck of the ship. To think their commander hadn't seen it coming and with him gone for a few days they could finally relax – no NERV duties until they found the spear and no Gendo breathing down their necks for being lax. Plus some alone time would do the grumpy man good, let him get in touch with his inner self and reflect on how his relation to people was important to being human.

"This was an excellent idea." The woman sighed. Reading his book in comfort, the vice-commander nodded.

Day 1:

Okay then, so he was stuck here on an island until someone came back for him. No problem, he was the commander of NERV so that should take next to no time at all. Then again how exactly had he gotten here? Probably some idea of a prank set up by those under his command, they would be punished harshly for their immaturity. Thinking on those matters would have to wait until he had more time to scheme, his current situation needed to remedied first.

First order of business – secure the highest rank to control the immediate area and later the island. A quick survey revealed a starfish, several clams and crabs, 14 palm trees, an outcropping of stone, and the seagull. Most of them nothing more than resources for him to use, pawns - however that outcropping would take some time to conquer and the seagull would also be a worthy adversary for it was ever watchful and held the high ground.

In the duffle were 8 liter bottles of water, 5 days worth of MREs, a large blanket, standard marine aid kit which included jellyfish anti-toxins, a hunting knife, and matches. A decently prepared survival kit overall. Good, he wouldn't have to resort to any extreme measures for awhile.

It was about midday, thirst and hunger were acceptable for the moment so the rations could wait until evening. Next thing to do would be take a full survey of the island especially for shelter and fresh water. Totting the bag along would be a problem though, taking the knife and throwing the blanket over to protect the bag from the scavenger was suitable for the time being and placed it next to the closest tree.

A walk along the vegetation line around the island didn't take long. It was no longer than 200 feet long, 250 if one counted the beach at low-tide and 100-150 at the barrel. The rock cropping made up the windward end and the rest formed into a tapering point behind it to a sandbar. A small indent of a cove hung near the tail end which was shallow and could be used as a safe place for bathing and fishing. There were no fresh water springs or otherwise like he doubted, looked like digging a shallow well might be his only option. The rocks were jagged and had several crevices that hinted at the only shelter yet to be found. But since nothing weather wise was on the horizon, he wasn't going to bother storming its complex today. Baby steps were sometimes necessary for the best of plans to come to fruition after all. He'd scout it fully next morning.

For now setting up shop in the palm grove on the upper side of the cove was deemed a good idea. Gathering his items left by the tree earlier he found his neighborhood welcome gift – the damn bird had left its 'mark' on the blanket.

"I see, so you won't underestimate my invasion all that easily will you. Very well, I accept your challenge."


AN: First bit and set up - second chapter already up.