Creation began on 01-18-09

Creation ended on 01-19-09

Neon Genesis Evangelion

The Indifferent One

A/N: We all know what Gendo did to his own son in every version of the franchise, and how Shinji was even after turning fourteen and over. But what if, a short time after being abandoned by him, he grew up a different way? That when he hears of people dying around him, he cared nothing about it or just didn't have any feelings for others at all after what happened to him, and he met others just like him that didn't care? And when he's summoned by his father, he cares nothing for the fate of mankind? Based on the manga version of the franchise. Here goes.

"I'm sorry, but due to the emergency, your call could not be transferred," the female voice said over the phone. "Please, try your call again later."

Dropping the phone, the young man sighed and took out his four-GB iPod to block out the world. Shinji Ikari, instead of looking like somebody that needed to see a therapist for some sort of an antisocial behavior or from little to no self-esteem, looked like a man with an emotionless expression and could care less for those around him than he could care less for himself. He'd been labeled an outcast because of saying things that others had shunned him for: Whenever somebody died around him, he simply turned away from people and cared nothing for the newly dead. Whenever a person past away, he never thought of it the way most would expect, and he would say that, "Why should I care? When you die, you die. When you live, you live to see another day. It's pointless to think about somebody whose heart is no longer beating." He even once wrote that in an essay for his class, and was graded an "F" by his teacher and forced to sit in a parent-teacher conference to discuss what he wrote. His aunt and uncle had to explain to the teacher that he'd been like this for years now, and that it all started when a neighbor's grandmother had died in front of him in the street. He simply looked at the corpse and did nothing more, with his face as blank as a blackboard. A cop had to ask him if somebody raised a gun at him, would he panic, and Shinji told the cop, "Why would I panic? People die and kill each other every day. If somebody were to kill me, would I care if nobody would mourn my death? Would I matter to anybody that saw me die or get killed? People live, people die. It's pathetic to even ask me such a question."

His unfeeling and indifference toward life and death had started a few days after he had been abandoned by his father and his mother's death. His mother had taken him to see something that she claimed was to be the "bright future ahead for humanity", and it ended badly. Even now, he could only remember bits of the tragedy and he cared nothing for those bits. As he himself had said more than once that people die and kill each other every day, and his mother was no exception. And now, his father, having left him alone for the last years of his little life, wasting his own time doing God-knows-what, had requested to see him, and the only thing going through his mind the music in his earphones and the caress of his equally-unfeeling girlfriend Stacy, an American-Japanese that had been transferred to Japan, her mother's roots, because she had told her father that she didn't care if he didn't come home one day. They had met in school and found that they, surprisingly, had a lot in common: They both lost their mothers and had absentee fathers, cared nothing for others that lived or died, and had no friends at all. Even when they had no feelings for others, people had often claimed that people without feelings are drawn to those just like them. Shinji and Stacy didn't believe so, but had hung out with each other ever since they met. Acting like any other couple going out like always, they went to the movies, attended special events, and, like those with problems with authority, got caught whenever they tried to steal something from a store. They were a match made in Hell on Earth, and everybody that knew of them knew it.

"Ain't this a bitch?" Stacy asked, even though he couldn't hear her.

He nodded anyway, unfeeling like he always did.

"This whole trip was pointless."

He turned off his iPod and agreed with her that the trip was pointless. He then asked her if she wanted to leave to find a secluded spot to make out. She answered that anything was better than doing nothing. They walked down the street, but looked up and saw a few military planes flying over them as they flew at some giant, black thing that looked a humanoid fish.

"Wow," they said, sarcastically.

The sound of tires screeching caught their attention and they saw a blue Renault right near them, driven by a woman with purple hair.

"Hop in!" She told them, noticing their expressionless faces.

They opened the passenger door, got in, and drove off.

"Sorry I'm late," the lady apologized.

"Wouldn't have made much of a difference," Shinji responded. "We were going to go find a secluded place to make out."

Fast forward to arriving to the Geo-Front and NERV Headquarters, Misato, after a formal (or as close to formal would come from the unfeeling pair to the lady) introduction was made, Shinji and Stacy wandered around the halls. Misato had gotten lost looking at the map, not that they cared as they were performing something different to pass time: Stacy had taken out a scalpel and were now cutting each other's wrists to suck on their blood instead of reading the packet that Misato had given Shinji.

"Captain Katsuragi, why do you waste my time?" Somebody asked the lady, drawing half of their attention to the sight of a faux blond lady in a white lab coat. "Don't you realize that we're short on that and personnel?"

"Sorry, Rits," Misato apologized, stating that she still hadn't gotten the layout of the place yet.

The faux blond, Ritsuko Akagi, then looked over at the young couple and asked, "Is that the famous "Third Child" they're talking about?"

Misato nodded, now noticing that they were bleeding from their wrists, and that Stacy had a scalpel in her hands.

Shinji, looking at Ritsuko, spat some blood onto the sterile floor and said, "What are you looking at, lady? Got a problem or something? Are your eyes lazy or do you like what you see?"

Ritsuko, expecting to meet him as a person with a case of needing to see a therapist badly, hadn't expected to hear him speak like that.

"Yo, babe with the mole?" Stacy went, getting her attention. "If you're gonna be a cradle robber, then I suggest you find another man of fourteen years. This one's already taken."

She looked at Misato, who just said that Shinji wouldn't even come with her unless his girlfriend came, too. It seemed like nothing was going according to plan at all. She had them come with her to see something of his father's and entered a dark room where she flipped on the lights.

FLASH!!! The lights came on and Shinji and Stacy came face-to-face with the purple giant that they'd seen earlier. Ritsuko told them that it was called Evangelion Unit-01.

"So, this is what the old fool was working on?" He asked, uncaring.

"Correct!" The voice of somebody from above them responded. "It's been a while."

"Not long enough," Shinji said, eyes narrowing down to show anger at the face of his father. "What the Hell do you want from me after all these years, and give me one good reason to waste my time here?"

"Listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you," Gendo told him. "You're going to ride in her. You're going to fight the Angel."

"But it took Rei months to synchronize with the Eva," Misato reminded him. "A boy that just arrived is impossible!"

"He just needs to sit in the seat. I don't expect more from him," Gendo told her.

Before Ritsuko could even say what she needed to say to Shinji, Shinji responded in the same, uncaring way that he had always used.

"No way, old man." He went. "You leave me alone for years, no calls or letters, and now, after all this time, you call me here just to play your little puppet? I'll go to Hell long before I bend to your will. Why the Hell should I even do as you say?"

"If you don't, then all of the human race will die," he told him, not expecting his son to behave this way.

"Really? Well, that's fine with me," Shinji responded, letting blood seep out his wound onto the bridge they were on. "I could care less for everybody than I already do for myself. I wouldn't even go near this thing let alone get inside it. I don't even remember seeing something like this, except maybe something that ate somebody else before. If you want somebody to fight that thing out there, go get somebody who's willing to be your toy. I got better things to do than to stick around this worthless hole with worthless people. You being at the top like you're God when he watched his son get crucified and did nothing to save him. Piss off."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, love," said Stacy to him as he walked past her, and she followed him, leaving to find a way out of the building.

"Fuyutski, wake Rei!" Gendo shouted.

"Are you sure about this?" Somebody responded.

"She's not dead yet. Bring her here." He answered.

-

As the Third Angel, Sachiel, made its way toward the Tokyo-3 city, something caught its thinking as it prepared to blow some buildings off the ground. Like something wasn't going to happen the way destiny had written it, that it was being told to go away because something had flawed the string of existence.

"Iiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" It shrieked, looking at the street in front of it and seeing something rise out.

It was the purple Eva that it had fought earlier and defeated, but something about it wasn't different: It was still the same creature being driven by the same force inside it. The Angel, instead of making a move to attack the enemy, turned around and walked away. Sachiel didn't go and get burnt by a bomb just to be disappointed by humanity's last gambit, and it didn't want to fight somebody's puppet.

The Eva proceeded to walk toward the Angel and attack, only to have the Angel turn around and bring up its AT Field to protect itself, and head-butted the Eva down to the ground. If nothing was going to the way destiny had written it, then this battle was completely worthless, and the Angel left before the Eva could up, not even bothering to finish it off. The force driving it would probably die itself anyway.

-

Three days had past since the Third Angel came and went. It was like Godzilla, for the military couldn't locate it in the ocean at all. The city had been repaired, NERV had been on constant standby since then, but Gendo was furious. Without the death of the Third Angel by his own son, the scenarios made by himself and NERV's masters, SEELE, couldn't be put into motion. They had waited fifteen years for this all to happen, only to have it not happen at all, and all because Shinji could care less about anything and anyone and left with his girlfriend.

The End?

Well, what do you think? Should I keep going with this one or just leave it at that? What do you think of Shinji not caring if people live or die or his own life? Please, review.