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To be forgotten is sad. - lrkun

Ikari's Gendou Birthday

Today he sits alone in his high chair looking at the files of the Eva candidates. His son, an average pilot, to whom he left everything- his dreams along with Yui's. His foster child, Rei, a clone of his wife and the ex of his son – both loved each other until Shinji found the truth and Rei clone died when an angel attacked. Asuka, a genius, his child's current girl, a test-tube child like the rest of Shinji's classmates. The human instrumentality project's coming into fruition.

He sighs. He looks at the clock and waits. Midnight arrives. He checks his cellphone. Not one message. Not one miss call. It's normal, I believe, he thinks. No one loves the bad guy. He sighs again. He walks toward the dark corridor, at the end a keypad awaited for his finger password. He enters, ShinjiandYui. His eyes and fingers were scanned and now he's required to speak the secret word. "Nipon."

Inside he looks at the pictures of Shinji, Yui, and the rest of his childhood friends. He pulls out a cigarette. He rarely smokes, but today's a special occasion. He looks at the mirror and lights the cigarette. He says, here's to us and to the revival of humanity. He breathes in and breathes out. He coughs and continues to the cycle. Happy birthday Gendou. A tear falls into his eyes. He plays his favorite piano piece, a relic from an age when cd's didn't exist. He sits in the darkness and holds himself. Here's to us and our plan to save humanity. Here's to us and our sacrifice even if the rest of the world despise what we did. Here's to us you old fool, here's to us.

He breathes in and imagines Shinji. His child's hateful glare when Rei died and he showed no affection. He remembers his child hateful stare when he didn't acknowledge him. He knew it had to be done. Studies dictated that a child, a broken child, is necessary to pilot the eva. He cried when he remembers the words screamed by his son when he was forced to kill his bestfriend. It had to be done. The scars are necessary to call upon the angels.

Here's to us and to the world we're about to make. He finished his smoke. He walks toward the door. He closes the room. Lock and key.

Morning came. He stares at his phone number. Not one message nor miss call. He remembered his words as if he said them just now. Don't call unless it is necessary and only when it concerns the angels.

Life goes on.