AN: Since I've been getting a lot of (justified) negative reveiws on this first chapter, I'm editing it.
oh yeah, I don't own NGE or any of that stuff.
Broken People
Misato stared at the computer screen. "This is only numbers. Translate for me, Ritz."
"It means there may have been some cross contamination between Shinji and the Eva. Or it may be nothing, a sunspot, or after effects of the angel that took over the magi. Whatever the cause, it's small. I just want you to watch him, make sure nothing unusual is going on."
"What if he is contaminated? we don't have a lot of options."
Ritsuko sighed. "I know. We'll talk to Fuyutsuki if that time comes."
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Three months later...
The walk home from school started normally. The second child spurned the ground upon which she strode, and the third child walked to the side and a bit behind. It doesn't pay to be in the way of the red devil. The silence between them was neither awkward, nor companionable. There was simply nothing to say. School was the same, day in day out. Angel slaying was something they'd rather not talk about. And so, as they passed through a deserted complex, the first words they head were made by their attackers. The two men were large, muscular, yet overweight. They slipped out of the alleys before and after the young pilots.
"Looks like we caught some kids, Unko."
"Not much fun in em, except maybe the girl. I bet she'll scream real nice."
The pilots stood back to back as soon as the men appeared. When the last syllable fell from Unko's mouth, Shinji let out a roar and charged his opponent. 'He's going to get himself killed'. Asuka mentally sighed. She lunged forward and hit Kira hard in the gut. The large man wheezed, but swung his fist with surprising speed. Even as Asuka ducked, the punch glanced of the top of her head. She stumbled to the side a bit, then heard a sickening snap behind her. When she turned towards the sound, Kira charged. Asuka looked back, but too late to dodge. A black and white blur slammed into the charging man. Kira fell on his back with Shinji perched on his chest. With a savage jerk, the third child broke the man's neck. Asuka stared at her classmate in horror. Shinji was panting, a feral grin marring his face.
"Sh-Shinji?"
At the sound of his name, the teen shook his head. When he opened his eyes, it was the same old Shinji Ikari, a little dazed.
"What happened?" he mumbled.
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Asuka had trouble sleeping that night. In the morning, she was waiting for Misato at the kitchen table. Misato listened to the story with a mixture of surprise, worry, then pride.
"I don't see what the problem is. You'll just need an escort to and from school."
"Don't you see? That could have been me! You know how often I punch the third. All this time, he could have killed me!"
"Have you considered… being nice to him?"
"Nice? But what if he does something perverted?"
"Honestly, when has he ever done something perverted?"
"Once he… er, and I was… um… he could have looked at me when I was changing or during that one test."
"But he didn't. We have it on camera. Anyways, weren't you the one who kissed him?"
Asuka sputtered. "How do you know that?"
Misato smirked. "NERV has the entire apartment bugged. Anything you say is recorded for future use."
Asuka blushed in anger and embarrassment. Then a thought struck her. "He… hasn't ogled me when he could have… is he gay?"
For once, Misato was unsure. "I don't know. I'll test it out."
The redhead looked at her questioningly. Shinji shuffled in, sleepily greeting the two women. Carefully aligning herself with Ikari's line of sight, Misato slowly leaned over and picked up a food wrapper left lying on the table from the night before. Shinji's eyes widened, and he quickly turned away and blushed. Misato winked at Asuka. "Guess not."
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The children left, unusually silent. Misato sighed, then reached for the phone. "It's happened. "
Long after the call ended, she stared at the empty apartment, brooding as only she could. She rose with a grunt, and prepared for a long day.
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"… and then he just snapped out of it."
Hikari looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. "That's quite a torch he's carrying."
"What? No way."
"Shinji killed two full grown men for you. Count yourself lucky."
Asuka buried her face in her hands.
"Why can't he give me dead flowers like everyone else?"
Hikari patted her on the shoulder. "Because he's not like everyone else, and neither are you."
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'Nice. I can do nice.' Asuka did not like walking home with a killer, even one that liked her. 'Here goes nothing.'
"SO, how was your day?" Asuka sounded fake even to herself.
"… Same old same old. And yours?" Shinji figured polite was the way to go with volatile females. It's harder to take offense at politeness.
"It was okay."
Silence.
"So… what is it that you listen to all the time?"
"Pink Floyd." Shinji noticed the look of non-recognition on Asuka's face. "An English band from before the second impact."
"I didn't know you liked foreign stuff."
"It takes some getting used to, but it can be quite… fascinating."
Asuka was silent for a moment. Did he mean…? She glanced to the side and saw Shinji was blushing, slightly. FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON (she told herself) she suddenly felt rather happy.
"If… you ever need help with school work, I may help you. But I won't let you copy!" Asuka was magnanimous in victory. Shinji was surprised. "Thank you, Asuka."
"On one condition: You must address me as Asuka-sensei."
Shinji rolled his eyes. "Yes, o omniscient one."
"Oooh! Good idea, Shinji. You'll call me that instead."
"Whatever."
Asuka punched him in the arm, then grabbed his hand.
'It's better than fearing for my life. I can do this.'
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Fuyutsuki stood outside Gendo's door, uncertain. This man had abandoned his son before; it is all too possible the young Ikari will end up dead. Still, the child had been useful, and more importantly to Gendo, easily manipulated. A deep breath, and he pushed the door open.
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Misato waited in a lobby, sipping the freshly dispensed juice. Too sweet; always too sweet. But that was how it was in Tokyo 3; too sweet, or too bitter. She turned at the measured tread only found among the older military. The young ones were too hurried.
"The commander considers it an asset."
"An asset? How could the occasional urge to kill be an asset?"
"He's less likely to die. The commander also expects higher sync. scores."
"Is the Ikari family destined to madness?"
Fuyutsuki looked away. "It might be that madness that we need."
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so I tried to make it more realisitc, and somehow, it got darker. coincidence? I think not.