The Devil-Eyed Child
Chapter 1
A/N: As much as I wish I did, i don't own Evangelion.
He cried as he watched his father slowly walk into the distance, watching the raindrops flush away the imprints his feet made in the mud. With his mother gone and his father now abandoning him, he turned to the only thing he thought he could trust: himself. The small boy started adventuring more, going off by himself into the dark, damp forest that surrounded his guardians house. He would spend more and more time in the forest each day, searching for a friend or investigating a new ridge. Every bit of the forest within a two mile radius was drawn expertly on a map in his room. When he turned nine, the boy decided to adventure outside of this two mile "safezone" established by his guardian.
"Hmmm I wonder whats over here" He stated aptly, brow furrowing. As the slim nine year old cleared away the brush, he stared into a black abyss. A seemingly small hole in the ground that extended into a dark infinity. The edges of the hole were burning with a bright, purple light which burned his hand when he got near it. As he peered into the darkness, he heard a voice. It was a deep, guttural voice that emanated from the deepest reaches of the black pit. "Come young one" It said coldly. The child obeyed, as he had always been taught to.
Five years later, this, now young man, still had the map, though it now extended out to a 10 mile range. Ever since the day he had spoken to the voice from the hole, he had felt different, as if he had a renewed reason to live. The deep-voiced companion had stayed with him, guiding him through his life. From meeting new people to finding new ways to do old things, the experienced voice had taught him how to do much. The voice also taught him how to kill.
The boy's first victim was a small squirrel, though afterwords he didn't seem satisfied with the simple creature's death. Soon, the voice guided him through breaking human bones, snapping neck's, etc. He grew up defying his guardian and spending nights in the forest, speaking with the voice or meditating. The young man got hints as to where the voice was from and learned of the nobility of his fighting style, which the voice taught him everyday using logs and stones as targets. The voice in his head gave him confidence, taught him the fragility of life, and to not be afraid of death. It was this disregard of the fear of death that lead the boy to the voice in the first place. The voice taught him a magical art, known only as 'The Dance of Death". A deeply hidden art that ran through the bloodlines of very few people. It showed him who he truly was, and he learned more everyday from the voice. This was the boy's life for five years, until a letter came in the mail, addresed to one Shinji Ikari.
"What is this?" Shinji stated with curiosity and anger. The letter had a single word on it "Come". "He thinks he can just call me after all these years?" He yelled angrily. The wall broke under the force of his fist as he punched it.
"Calm down Shinji, we must preserve our energy." The voice, which he now knew was named Hiruka, said.
"Right" Shinji replied, walking to his room,"Should we leave now then Hiruka?"
"Yes, grab your things and we'll go, it's about time we left this place anyway." Hiruka stated with a little laugh.
Shinji grabbed his sword and his books, placing the books in a bag, along with a few of his clothes. Tossing the sword over in his hand, he admired the beauty of it. It was a gift from Hiruka, which he found in the forest on an unknown path, a path Hiruka had guided him to. The blade was made out of rare element known as trifesium, which was supposedly unbreakable, as Hiruka stated. The hilt was adorned with red and black ribbon that lead from the bottom edge of the hilt to the start of the blade. An intricate pattern, filled with dragons, warriors, and demons, was engraved into the blade. The silver steel was cold in his hand as he placed the sword into its sheath and swung it over his shoulder.
"I'm leaving" Shinji said quickly to his guardian as he walked out the door. Once free of his substitute parent's hateful gaze, Shinji was able to truly open himself up. He changed from his usual black dress pants that he was required to wear, into a confortable pair of black, baggy cargo pants. He put on a black tank top in lieu of his usual white dress top. After quickly changing behind a bush, and to the suggestion of Hiruka, Shinji jumped into action. Grabbing his things, he headed deeper into the forest and entered a full sprint towards the nearest train station.
"Open your eyes Shinji" Hiruka said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Right, sorry" Shinji replied quickly. Taking his master's advice, he surged a bit of energy into his eyes. The speeding man's vision flashed and turned gray. A human to his left was outlined in red, along with a few brids on a branch to his right. His vision slowed and he was able to dodge the trees and bushes coming at him at close to seventy miles an hour. Shinji remembered the first time he had "opened his eyes", a few months after he met Hiruka.
Flashback
"So I just focus on my eyes?" A young Shinji asked out loud, deep in the forest at one of his favorite spots. It was a small clearing where birds and small critters sometimes gathered.
"Yes, remember when I taught you how to feel your soul energy?" Hiruka asked him calmly.
"Yeah, and I could feel it inside me?" Shinji replied, attempting to focus.
"Yes, this uses some of that energy to show you things that you otherwise could'nt see." Hiruka stated, staying silent to let the boy focus. "If he "continues at this rate, he'll surpass me by the time he's fifteen!" Hiruka thought to himself. "I wonder when he will have his awakening?" Hiruka pondered, it was then that he heard a gasp.
"Hiruka!" Shinji yelled. "I think I did it! Theres a rabbit in the bush over there, and I can see the different rocks way over there!" He said, pointing to the top of a hile over a half mile away.
"Yes Shinji! Very good job!" Hiruka responded emphatically.
"This feels weird Hiruka. I don't know if I can-" With that Shinji blacked out.
End Flashback
"SHINJI!" Hiruka yelled to snap Shinji out of his trance-like state. "HELLO?"
"Sorry, Hiruka!" I just got caught up in some thoughts. Ahh here we are!" Shinji said in his head as he stopped running just short of the town. He walked out of the forest directly to the train station. Handing the ticket taker his ticket, Shinji stepped onto the monorail that would take him to Tokyo-3, and, more importantly, his father.
A/N: So tell me what you think about it and comment. Next chapter, Shinji goes to Tokyo-3 and meets his father. What will happen? Tune in next time to find out!
