God in his heaven all's right with the world
Behind every man is a moment, behind every moment is a machine, behind every machine, is a god.
It is the Year 2015, during the aftermath of second impact half the world's population was wiped out. 15 years later, they returned to finish what he started. The fate of the world hangs in the balance, and the burden rests on the shoulders of mere children. After all, the son must bear the sins of the father...
Shinji Ikari, age 3, looked on as his only remaining parent slowly walked away, leaving him behind. Every step echoed through his very being, the tears in his eyes spilled like water falls.
Am I truly this useless?
Shinji Ikari, age 14, scanned over the taped up paper, and I'd card that lay on his bed room desk. Most of it was black out classified material, only one word was written, Come , and in his father's handwriting. His cobalt eyes held anger, resentment, perhaps even hate, and also hope. Maybe, he's finally found a use for me, maybe he's finally acknowledge me. He rose from his spring mattress and walked to his balcony window, and opened the blinds; letting the morning sun light the room. His guardian spared no expense for his living quarters, after all he and his daughter were being paid very well to care for the young Ikari.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Shinji, I'm coming in~" , said a feminine voice from the opposite end of the door. Entered a young girl, about Shinji's age, short reddish brown hair that went down to the nape of her neck, and emerald green eyes that anyone could be lost in. Her lime green apron tied behind her back, hiding the red and black checkered mini-skirt, and sleeveless white dress shirt she wore.
"Good morning my love, Breakfast is ready", she said with a playful smile.
"Good morning Miss Kirishima-" , he managed to say before he was promptly lectured on how he was to properly address Mana Kirishima -
through the use of fisticuffs. Within moments she had him in a throat lock, and judo flipped him onto the bed, with a force great enough to permanently bend some of the springs and bounce Shinji 3 times.
"That's Mana to you, buster!" , she declared, with her fist ready to unleash more of her Kirishima brand fury.
"Mana,is Shinji awake yet?" , yelled someone from the first floor.
"Yes, Dad, I'll send him down soon!" , she yelled back.
"Don't be too rough with him, you might whip him into marrying you" , the old history teacher teased, as he often did.
A light reddening passed over her pale cheeks before she replied, "SHADDAP DAD!"
Meanwhile the smoldering pile of tenderized human remains known as Shinji Ikari couldn t help but be very embarrassed. Cheeks red, eyes blue,
and body aching, his father was the furthest thing from his mind, but he would have to deal with it, and on of all days today.
"Your a wreck you know that?", said Mana uncurling the boy's mangled body, and flipping him face up on the mattress, which now had a Shinji sized depression on it. She sat on his stomach her legs off to the side of the bed, much to his discomfort.
"You keep getting beat up by girls.", she said flatly, poking his nose.
"Hey, your not a girl, your Mana, there's a difference!", he said defending himself and his ego from further degrading blows.
"Right, right, and most Shinji's aren't as wimpy as you", she said sarcastically
"Take that back!", he struggled in protest.
"What cha' gonna do about it?", she said straddling his stomach pinning him down, her expression resolute.
With a strength he never knew he had, he lifted her onto her back. Now he was on top while she was on the bottom, their faces mere centimeters away.
Mana was wide eyed in surprise, Shinji was too. Their eyes locked, searching each other. It was once said that the eyes were the windows into the soul.
Just about then Mr. Kirishima made his presence known with a cough,"Ahem, should I be expecting grand kids in 9 or so months?"
The two, realizing how compromising their position was turned to their right to face the overwhelming presence of dread emanating from the middle aged mustached man in the white long sleeve, tie, and somehow had a strange glint in his gaze. They reddened like ripe tomatoes.
Mana quickly Kicked Shinji off the bed, and covered herself with the blanket before naming him,"PERVERT!"
Desperately trying to defend what little honor he had left, to no avail against Mana's over exaggerated take on things, he resorted to an apology.
Just another morning in the Kirishima house hold I guess,Mr. Kirishima thought.
I just hope this won't be our last one...
He sat silently at the table, still recovering from the earlier incident, Mr. Kirishima sat silently reading the news paper and drinking his coffee. Mana served the soup and bread for herself and Shinji, before beginning to eat. Shinji bit hesitantly down on the soup soaked bread.
"So, have you decided?", asked the elder Kirishima.
"Yes", replied Shinji
"I'm going to Tokyo-3.", he stirred his soup, in hopes it would hold some consolation. It held none.
Mana was silent for a moment,"So your leaving us?"
Only a silent nod followed.
Shinji finished quickly, went up to his room and packed his things. He wanted this to be a quick and painless as possible. Backpack in hand, I.D., and papers in his pocket, he stood before the door of the Kirishima residence.
"Leaving without saying good bye?"
Surprised he turned, to find Mana behind him.
"I was too afraid, I don t like good byes. They bring back too many memories.", he said nervously.
"Then don t let it be...", spoke a deeper voice, as Tanaguchi Kirishima emerged from behind Mana, much to her surprise.
"Shinji, I've thought it over, and I've also come to a decision. I've taken care of you for too many years that I care to keep track of, since your father abandoned you. I know it will be tough to face the Bastard after so many years. Which is why I ask you to take Mana with you.", the wise aged soul said.
The two were shocked. Mana only wanted to convince Shinji to stay, even though she knew he wouldn t. Shinji didn't consider taking any one with him.
"Its time for me to let go, I had my future, I messed most of it up. Now its your turn, so make it a good one, for both of you.", he said taking somethings from behind him.
Mana, now out of her apron showed only her shirt and skirt, with brown penny loafers too.
Her Father handed her a green long coat, that was only slightly darker than her eyes, but brighter than a Solder's uniform.
"This belonged to your mother, it belonged to your mother's father, that fought in WWII, he was an American Japanese Naval Captain, Special Ops. Captain, Kirishima has a nice ring to it." , the elder Kirishima placed the Jacket over her shoulders. She bowed her thanks.
"Shinji, catch!", he tossed a scabbard to the boy. He grabbed it with amazing dexterity , It was an Edo period Japanese Wakizashi, the handle was lined with a white Tsuka, and the tsuba was surprisingly a reddish gold. He unsheathed part of the sword, the blade was also a reddish gold.
"The blade is an Iron and Copper mixture, a secret passed down the Kirishima line for generations. That sword was smithed by one of Mana's great ancestors, a master sword smith and alchemist.", explained Tanaguchi.
"Protect my daughter with it, I have faith in you.", the middle aged man smiled. His eyes, conveyed a sense of dread, but still caring as they were deep greenish orbs, and in his eyes they saw they could not argue with him. It wasn't a request, it was a demand. He would take Mana with him, this was his decision.
Shinji bowed his thanks. He strapped it on to his back, and Mana kissed her father fare well. It was a silent good bye more than anything, A strange good bye, none the less a sweeter one.
They walked through the door and into the out side, onto the road...to Tokyo-3.
Okay, there ya have it, positive criticism is requested, but not demanded. I don t really know where I'm going to take this one, and I'm not sure if its really all that good. I just hope this turns out better than my last fic. I must give credit to Charls B. for Shinji and warhammer 40k, and to the wonderful author of Nobody Dies, Props go to you two. Enjoy it while it lasts lol Jk.
Post fixing upload problem: Thankyou gunman, for pointing out that the pararagraphs and spacing were all out of alrignment, and stuff. I didnt find out till the morning after I first posted it. Oh, i also got inspired from reading a lot of your fics too, "Shot Through The Heart", was my favorite.
Lastly Omake time!
"Your a wreck you know that?", said Mana uncurling the boy's mangled body, and flipping him face up on the mattress, which now had a Shinji sized depression on it. She sat on his stomach her legs off to the side of the bed, much to his discomfort.
"You keep getting beat up by girls.", she said flatly, poking his nose.
"Hey, your not a girl, your Mana, there's a difference!", he said defending himself and his ego from further degrading blows.
"Right, right, and most Shinji's aren't as wimpy as you" , she said sarcastically
"Take that back!"
"What cha' gonna do about it?" , she said straddling his stomach pinning him down, her expression resolute.
With a strength he never knew he had, he lifted her onto her back. Now he was on top while she was on the bottom, their faces mere centimeters away.
Mana was wide eyed in surprise, Shinji was too. Their eyes locked, searching each other. It was once said that the eyes were the windows into the moaned, enticing the other hormones now running through his system.
"Shi-n-ji..." , she whispered softly as she pulled him closer to her
He didn't resist leaning in closer. He didn t notice her other arm was going south.
"Shi-n-ji~"
"y-yes?" , he said never leaving her gaze.
"You...IDIOT!" ,with a swift motion she punched him with the force of a mega ton nuclear explosion to the 'kiwis' delivering the signature 'Crushed Kiwi' method passed down the Kirishima line for generations!
Shinji fell off the bead as a crumpled heap, uselessly nursing his broken organs. Mana simply got off the bed,glanced briefly at her love interest, and left.
"Pervert", she named him as she left the room.
Shinji woke up in a cold sweat almost jumping out of bed he sat up. Wiped his fore head, and thanked Kami it was only a dream. He lay back down hoping to get some more sleep.
Then an arm snaked its way over his chest followed by Mana's head laying on his chest, and her body bare against his own.
Lets try this again some time, "Shi-n-ji~" , she said in the most sensual way possible for 14 year old teens.
Shinji fell out of bed in a cold sweat, gathering himself he found he was fully clothed, he was alone in his room, and there was still a box of pocky spilled over his blanket.
I am never eating pocky before bed again, he swore to himself, just before Mana burst through the door clad in a very revealing black night gown.
Kami, not again!
Post revision A/N: 31 Decemeber 2011
Okay, so I think I managed all the errors out, and uhm in retrospect, I didnt really think this chapter through now that I think about it. However I think it provided a fairly good base for the rest of the plot to thicken from. Tanaguchi prolly wont play much of a role in the future, gotta search up things to give him some character development if I want to get him tied into the plot.
Oh and the sword, cant say for sure what I'm going to do with that, and Mana's coat, now you can be sure that will be of some importance.
With that said I leave you all to speculate in peace.
You friend in Time
Dr. Jhon Smith