Disclaimer: I don't own Neon Genesis Evangelion or its characters.
Author's Note: This story is for all the people who read my stories, even if this is your first time reading one, or you are forcing yourself to read, it I still send the readers, reviewers, KFC (their chicken kept me alive long enough to write more) and for one reason or another I'll like to thank Zero's Wings for motivating me enough to write this…. I have no idea how you did it but thanks, nonetheless.
"We know you had something to do with it!!"
Asuka tossed her hair behind her shoulders, before answering," I didn't do anything, all I know is that she got hurt and he decided to do something about it."
The second Section 2 agent walked out the shadows up to the table Asuka Langley Soryu was sitting at, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and forced it down into the ashtray.
"Look, give us a lead and we will lay off you if you know what I mean." said the detective, as he looked in his pocket for another cigarette.
"I'm not part of the plot!! Stupid Shinji ran off to see what happen to Wonder Girl and that's all I know. After that everything started going crazy."
The detective took the lighter out of coat pocket and lit up the cigarette," What did you do when Ikari went after Ayanami?"
Asuka looked the detective in the eye as she spoke, "I went to Hikari's house, we talked about stuff then I left. When I got back to the apartment, Section 2 was asking Misato about Shinji."
"Ikari, is very…dear to you isn't he Soryu?" the detective took a took a few puffs, "You didn't get jealous when he went after Ayanami?"
"No!! I don't have anything to do with that pervert!!" Asuka jumped up knocking the chair over, "He can go hump that damn doll, I don't give a fuck!!"
"Your free to go, call in Ayanami on your way out."
Asuka walked behind the Section 2 agent that was escorting her, she stopped and turned around, "Go and get Wonderbitch your damn self."
The detective sighed as he followed Asuka out the door.
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"How did you get injured?"
"That is classified." Rei answered with her typical monotone voice.
"Can you make it de-classified?"
"No."
The detective sighed; this was going to be a long day. Soryu didn't get him a decent lead, and Ayanami wasn't going to give any information. The only suspect was Ikari.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and looked the pilot of Unit 00 in the eye, "When did Ikari come to your 'rescue'?"
Rei blinked, "Pilot Ikari arrived after the incident with Unit 00."
He was getting somewhere now, "Why was he mad?"
"I cannot speak on behalf of Ikari, but my speculation is because the commander ordered that the operation continue."
"…So Ikari was angry because you have to keep doing the test or whatever."
The detective grabbed the pitcher on the table and poured water into one of the glasses on the table, "Do you think he was so mad because you got hurt?"
Rei sat there in the chair thinking, after a while she opened her mouth and answered his question, "I don't know."
"What I am saying is do you think Ikari will hurt somebody if something was to happen to you?"
"…."
When she didn't answer he decided to change the subject, "Who do you think hated the guy enough to kill him."
Now this was a first, Rei was completely baffled, she knew that most of Nerv would take pleasure in murdering him.
"I don't know…"
Of course she knew, but who could list everybody that hated the commander of Nerv, Gendo Ikari, enough to kill him.
"You are free to go Ayanami."
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Name: Shinji Ikari
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Data/Information: Classified
The detective threw the file on the floor, he probably didn't want to know what was with these children, but it would help him to figure out if Ikari really killed the guy or not.
"Ikari, I have a few questions."
Well another way of finding out was to question him of course.
Shinji didn't look right at all in the orange jump suit, with handcuffs completely the outfit. Shinji didn't seem like a guy who would kill somebody, and he damn sure didn't look like it.
"My name is Ichiro, I wanted to ask you a few questions."
Shinji shifted in his seat and raised his head to look at the man, who had black hair, green eyes and wore a dress shit with the sleeves rolled up, a loose tie, and some black pants.
"Ikari, like you already know, we have reason to believe that you murdered your father, your reason was Ayanami, and everybody seen what happened between you can your father."
Shinji looked up at the ceiling fan and tried to remembered what happened that day…
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On the way to Misato's apartment, Shinji and Asuka was talking, well if you thought of talking as a one sided conversation. Asuka would go on about what happened and Shinji would either shake his head up and down or left and right.
"Stupid Shinji can you believe that Hikari asked that stooge out?!"
He was about to shake his head, until his cell phone started to ring.
Misato told him she would be late because Rei got hurt and she would be pretty late, so he asked what happened to Ayanami, and she told him that her Eva went berserk but the commander made the test go on.
The only thing he could think of was how that bastard of a father hurt everybody around him. Shinji thought he really did care for Rei, but now it was obvious he didn't.
He said a few words to Asuka, and ran. Shinji didn't care what anybody said, he wasn't going to let his father get away with this one. He wasn't going to be over looked.
If he wanted to Shinji could say every negative thing he seen his father done off the top of his head, it was no way you could put it, to Shinji, Gendo was and still is the bastard king.
"Father!!"
Everyone in the command center turned around at the young man, who seemed to have AT field at the ready. Gendo didn't even look his way.
Shinji started to gather his hand into a fist over and over, his fingers digging into his palm causing blood to drip on the floor, "Father!!"
"What do you want?"
Shinji's voice came out bitter and calm, "Stop what you are doing to Rei."
Gendo ignored him.
'Like hell he is!!'
"I swear I'm going to kill you!! Let her go!"
Gendo merely pushed his glasses back up on his face, he didn't even look in Shinji's direction yet, "Remove the Third Child."
Once again, the bitter calm voice came out, "…I swear I'll kill you…"
The Section 2 agents dragged him out, he didn't even notice where he was until he seen Rei being rushed passed him on a sketcher.
Shinji now knew he was going to kill the bastard and he was going to enjoy it, yes…he would enjoy it.
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"Ikari, we have a statement from each of the witnesses saying they heard you say that you would kill him."
Shinji sat there quiet.
"Like I already said, we have reason to believe you did it, but I think you did do it."
Shinji looked up at the man who was staring straight at him, his green eyes looking Shinji up and down waiting for a reaction.
"You did it because you hated him, for what he was and for what he did!!"
"…Yes, I do."
"Then why did you kill him?"
"…"
"Talk!!"
"…I don't have anything to say…"
"Take him away."
The policemen grabbed Shinji and took him out the room, leaving Ichiro in the room by himself taking a smoke, "…Its something about that kid."
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"I need you to let me get some files or something on most of them important people that work here."
"I'll be glad to assist you in finding the murderer, by all means look in as many as you want."
Ichiro sent his many thanks to the new commander, Fuyitsuki. Although he would never admit it, the large office with strange symbols on the ceiling was pretty creepy.
The old man seemed out of place, the office was mostly dark and gloomy, whereas the commander sat in front of the desk with a smile on his face.
The detective put back on his hat and headed towards the door, "Oh yea, do mind if I ask you a question right quick?"
"Depends on the question."
"Who do you think killed Ikari?"
The commander scratched his chin for a while then held up a finger, "I really doubt that Shinji was bold enough to do it, but judging from their last…accident.
Fuyitsuki trailed off, while another person came to mind, "I say you should look up on Dr. Akagi, she had a rather high dislike of Ikari."
"…. And was that the first time Ikari threaten his father?"
"Well yes, but Shinji did try to attack him once after an Angel attack."
"Thanks for your time Commander Fuyitsuki, my cell phone number is on back of the card."
He searched in his pocket for his car keys, once in hand he left out of the office, leaving Fuyitsuki to think.
"…Could he really kill him?"
Sure enough anybody could kill anybody, but for Shinji to even hit somebody was almost unheard of, and for the child to kill somebody was plain shocking, but Shinji was ordered to and did kill Angels.
Every since the murder, everyone thought that Shinji did it, but he had yet to confess.
They had eyewitness accounts.
He didn't have an alibi.
And of course he had a motive.
The case was made, and it wasn't any kind of defense to counter it.
"He is in a bad predicament."
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"Three mother fucking days of looking and nothing."
The green-eyed detective sat in front of his desk at home looking through each file one by one.
To put it simply he lived in a dump, dirty clothes all over the floor, garbage can overflowing causing thrash to fall everywhere and all kinds of bugs crawled around.
Normally Ichiro was a very uptight person, he would snap over small things, and would damn near have a heart attack over big things, but today he was just pissed off.
"What the fuck was I thinking!! It's over 200,000,000 files here and I only got finished with nine!!"
"Why don't you just look over the higher ups?"
Ichiro spilled his coffee all over his pants, and feel backwards in his chair, "Goddamnit!! Did you lose your fucking mind?!"
"And you tried to kiss me with that mouth, I said look through the important people files."
"What the hell do you think I was doing!!"
A pretty 'nice' picture of Maya dressed in her nightgown slipped out of the folder he was holding and fell to the floor right in front of his partner.
The detective faced turn bright red as he pointed at the picture his partner held, "I don't know where the hell that came from!!"
Another picture slipped out showing Misato in what she wore around her apartment.
"Look Yuffie just leave me alone!!"
The young female picked up the pictures and handed them back to Ichiro, "I told you not to call me by my middle name."
He began to open another folder while his partner picked up one of the ones he already went through, "…Do you think they look better than me."
This time the detective feel backwards and spilled coffee on his face, "What the in the hell kind of question is that?"
The telephone started to ring.
He watched as his partner got up and answered it.
Sakura Nakiba, his second partner, his first retired. She was a very calm and cheerful girl at times, but when it was time to be serious she was serious. The only thing he found strange about her was that she enjoyed fighting. Probably she got a rush from whooping somebody's ass or just liked being underestimated.
Although he never asked, he estimated she was about two years younger than him, she had brown hair and eyes and a mole above her right eye.
"Here K, they found something over at the Major's place."
He answered the phone, after a few seconds of listening he had his jacket on and was about ready to leave.
"I'm coming with you."
"Good thing you volunteered, I don't think I could drive right now."
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This was just what they needed.
Ichiro smiled, Shinji's fingerprints were all over Katsuragi's firearm, and this was going to send Ikari to jail.
"Katsuragi, do you know we found about six of the same bullets you use in the ex commander's chest."
"Why are you asking her questions? It's obvious that stupid Shinji did it!!"
Asuka stepped from behind Misato; since Shinji was gone she had to make her own breakfast, which mostly consisted burnt toast.
"How do you know if he is guilty or not?"
The detective and the young girl exchanged glares, Ichiro picked up the gun then dropped it into a plastic bag, "I suggest you send you farewell's to Ikari because you not going to be seeing him anytime soon."
"He isn't guilty!!"
"Well according to this he looks damn guilty to me."
Misato slapped him; she wasn't going to let anybody say that about Shinji. They had no idea what happened. Ichiro ignored the pain on his cheek and looked at Misato who seemed she was about to cry.
"I don't care what you got on him, he didn't do it…"
"Well if you know so much who did?"
"…. I don't know."
"Misato, look at the stuff he did it. He killed the bastard."
The detective threw his partner, who was waiting near the door, the keys and prepared to leave with the gun, "You didn't answer my question Katsuragi, how did the finger prints get on the gun?"
"I was teaching him how to use it."
"Even though you are a Major, that doesn't mean I cant put you under arrest for lying to a police officer."
Misato completely ended the conversation when she walked out of the room, while Asuka and the detective watched her. He picked up his jacket and began to walk through the door until something came to mind, "…If you notice something strange going on just give a call all right."
He took a quick glance over his shoulder to find nothing, except his own card on the floor. He sighed, "I hate when that happens."
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"Ikari, you may consider yourself guilty as of now. We have everything, the gun, the witnesses, and the motive. Everything."
The young pilot lay on his made up bed looking at the ceiling, the only light coming from the dim bulb above.
"Do you have anything to say, like a confession."
The boy continued his staring at the ceiling of his cell.
The detective reached inside his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, "Any regrets?"
He heard a chuckle, the a few laughs, the boy who face was hidden by the shadows began to speak, "…You have no idea how many things I regret, you know…its only after his death that I realized most of it wasn't his fault, it was mine for being too weak…"
The older man threw the cigarette on the ground, "Ikari, you killed your old man, you are going to be in here for the rest of your life, but that wont happen if you give us a confession, you'll be in here for about twenty-five years at the most."
"…I don't care…"
The detective stomped on the cigarette, "Damn it Ikari!! I know you went through all that shit and saved the damn world, but you murdered a man. If we let people run around killing each other, then we would be no better than those damn Angels."
Shinji shook his head in the darkness, "…Ayanami is an Angel."
"At least tell me this, how did you finger prints get on the gun?"
"…I picked it up off the floor."
"Next time I see you Ikari, it'll probably be in court."
Ichiro walked down the halls of the jail, most of the inmates were asleep, while others were trying to get to sleep. He could swear he never seen Shinji sleep.
…Now that he thought about it, he never saw Shinji eat either.
"Oh shit!!"
He ran down the hall and took the keys from the guard on duty; he opened the cell and found a passed out Shinji in the bed with sweat soaking his shirt.
The surprised detective turned his attention the guard who was looking at both of them, "Stop looking stupid and go get help!!"
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"What do you mean you wasn't paying attention!!"
"I didn't know he wasn't eating or sleeping."
Ichiro was about ready to punch the man, "I don't want to hear what you don't know!! Tell me what you do know damn it!!"
The warden who sat in the chair behind his desk, pulled out a chart from the file cabinet behind him, "This is his visitor list, it seemed three people came to visit him."
"Who!!"
The big man dropped the chart on the floor and when he reached down to pick it up he hit his head on the desk, causing his box of doughnuts to fall to the floor. When he lifted his head to look at the detective he almost had a heart attack.
"…If you don't give me that mother fucking list, I will put my foot so far up you fat ass you would have shoe strings sticking out your fucking ears."
Needless to say, the chart was in his hand, in 2.3 seconds.
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Misato Katsuragi – Not accepted
Kensuke Aida – Not accepted
Maya Ibuki – Not accepted
Rei Ayanami – Not accepted, not accepted, accepted
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"…He turned down almost everybody except for Ayanami."
The warden wiped the chocolate from his mouth with the back of his hand, "Yea, he even turned down that pretty blond."
"That was a boy fat ass!!"
"…."
The detective rubbed his face with his free hand; he didn't have time for this face ass molester, "…Just give me the tape of Ikari with Ayanami."
The man reached over with his chocolate covered hands and dropped a tape in front of Ichiro, "The VCR is over there."
He slipped the tape in the VCR and pulled a seat up a few feet from the television.
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The camera zoomed in on the two sitting at a table in the middle of the room, one being a blue haired female with a school uniform on, and the other with brown hair and an orange jumpsuit.
"Ikari, I would like to speak to you."
Shinji leaned forward, "Um…what would you like to talk about Ayanami."
"…Why did you come?"
Rei sat straight up in her seat stating at him waiting for his answer, her blood red eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. Shinji cleared his throat a few times then averted his eyesight to the handcuffs that held him to the table, "…You are not his toy Rei."
He raised his head and looked her in the eye, "You don't have to be treated like that because of what you are!! You…you deserve to be happy."
"Why do you want me to have happiness?"
"…Everyone deserves to be happy Rei…"
Only thing moving in the room was the piece of bread that some ants were dragging across the floor, both of the teenagers stared at one another, she watched him, he watched her. The light coming from the now wide open door brought them back to their senses.
The guard held up his watch, "Your time is up little lady."
She slowly got up and walked towards the door, "…Ikari do you love me?" she said, with a bit of uncertainty in her voice, without turning around.
The boy tried to stand up, but the handcuffs made him fall back into the seat, he opened his mouth then the picture got blurry, then static appeared across the screen of the television.
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"Shinji you don't have to do this!"
"Dr. Akagi…I'm doing it for a good reason."
She slapped him, she didn't care if he was in a hospital bed or not. This was plain stupidity.
"I slipped in here to change your mind. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"…I'm not going to be weak anymore…"
"This isn't about being weak, it's about your life!! I'll kidnap you if I have too."
He laughed, it wasn't of a dark nature, but a normal lighthearted laugh which she never seen from the boy, and he had to rub his eyes before tears came out, "Thanks Dr Akagi."
Ritsuko took off her glasses and up them in her coat pocket, "I was being serious."
"…"
Shinji admired the view from the window; the sky seemed to be in harmony with the clouds, and the full moon sat in the sea of stars. As the moonlight showered down on the people below, the clouds seemed to dance in the night from the music of a lonely moon.
"The case is tomorrow, I'll try to get you a nice lawyer or something, I promise."
Ritsuko left the room as quietly as she came in leaving Shinji to his thoughts.
The young man took another look out the window at the sky, but this time the clouds danced to a different song, the silent laughs of the lonely boy.
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I wrote this a while ago, so while I'm writing chapter 11 of the last nobody, I'll probably take a break and write the next one or two chapters of this.
I'm writing a lot, believe you me…O.O I plan on rewriting most of my stories then I got some ideas that I have to put to paper, plus school work, plus art and plus not being able to use the computer as much as I would like too, makes me a very busy guy.
Many thanks for reading and many many thanks for reviewing.
Chibi Fenrir
PS. Even though he busier than me, still send many thanks to my pre-reader, John Brown.