A/ N: Hi readers. I got rid of that authors note, so i'll be putting this here now. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Once again sorry for forgetting.
Disclaimer: Should be on first chapter.
Images rushed through his head, making it feel as if it was going to split in two with the intensity of what seemed to be memories of a life. A life of pain, despair, and anger, yet also friendship, and contentment throughout an existance.
All Shinji saw was a blinding white light, an occasional blur of color, and a shadow of a person standing in the background. Barely discernable to the eye, he saw a grin plaster itself onto the elusive face.
´Welcome, Mr. Ikari, to your new life.'
Shinji withdrew from his mind, his vision becoming black as he lost consciousness.
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"Is he going to make a full recovery?"
"Given the security of his governmental files, we don't know. We barley knew he was still alive when he was chosen."
A knock sounded on the door, before the sounds of footsteps echoed in the room. "Dr. Agaki, we have something I think you should see."
"…I'll be right there."
Two sets of footsteps followed by a whumping of a closing door sounded.
"Shinji…Get better soon."
The door slid open again, and the air went tense.
"Sir…I-I-I'll be leaving."
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Shinji's left eye opened slowly, taking in the surroundings of white, and the monotonous tone of a hart monitor as he rose into a sitting position. There were no windows; instead a wall portraying a peaceful landscape was presenting a light source. Apart from that wall, a steel door, a few cabinets containing unknown items, a chair, and miscellaneous stands and tubes were all that was present in the room.
Shinji rose in bed, unconsciously taking in the background music meant for kids. Raising a hand, he curiously felt at the right side of his face, only to feel gauze covering it.
'Strange. Did something happen to my eye? I remember sitting in something that felt safe…' he looked through the wall providing light. 'Maybe later. I'll think later.'
He fell back onto the bed, trying to fall back to sleep.
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The pounding of many boots sounded everywhere. Shouts rose from many mouths, each looking for a common objective.
A boy.
Screams sounded, before they where quickly cut short. When found later, they would be found lying in puddles of their own blood.
There was no trace of anyone, except for the dead soldiers.
The lucky ones….
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Rei was being wheeled down the corridor. The incident in the hanger had not helped her injuries much, but she still felt glad. She was alive. But the boy…She couldn't help but feel something within her, some sort of emotion. And his eyes. Was he like her?
Quickly dismissing the thought, she knew the foolishness of that thought.Nobody was like her. But much like the dismissing thought, she couldn't help but know there was something about him. Something strange, yet in some way attractive.
Rei recoiled mentally. She knew her thought processes, but where had that come from. She decided to look into the matter at a later date as the soft clicking of the wheels of her cot announced the new hall to her. Cracking open her orbs, she found herself looking into the light, before feeling a presence nearby.
The boy…
She was wheeled down the corridor, the feeling leaving her as swiftly as it came.
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Chapter 2: Old Acquaintances
Part 2 of a NGE tale written by:
The light of darkness
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Held at gunpoint left a strange feeling inside of a figure, standing cuffed in front of the father he never knew, although he looked calm to all around him, all those who were paying attention that is.
Gendo was looking across his domain from the glass of his office. Looking at nothing but the tree's and grass.
"What are you?"
The question seemed a little farfetched. Shinji just stood and answered, his voice not once wavering. "Human. Your son. Your only child. I thought that you knew that by now, after watching me for so long."
Gendo wheeled around, fury burning in his eyes hidden behind his glasses. "Enough with the comments. You are not my son. We would not breed such a creature as you. You are untrustworthy, nephilim."
Gendo's voice strayed from the visage he so easily kept by so little of a waver. His comment however caught Shinji off guard. Shinji believed he was human. Nothing else but humans existed on this planet. Now things were becoming unclear. Ever since the attack, he felt different…Changed.
He continued. "However, as much as I would like to be rid of you, I cannot." His voice came back under control. He turned again, to once again face the emptiness of the grounds. "I'm sure you know the reason behind this. As such, I'm placing you under strict surveillance. You are to call three times per day, once each at morning, noon, and night. Failure to do so will result in death. If you are to harm anyone, the punishment is death. Any powers you might manifest are to be reported immediately to doctor Agaki, and even then you are not to use them. Failure to do so will also result in death."
He broke contact with the glass and proceeded to his desk. "Are you done sir, I need to get housing. I'm sure that it'll make your job easier."
"Get out."
"Gladly."
Shinji turned heel, striding out of his office. As the doors closed behind him, his companion approached him.
"Captain, lets go to the resource department. I need a home."
Discreetly unfolding a map, Misato led them both to the next area that needed to be visible. Only Shinji noticed the tail he had recently acquired.
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"What! Are you out of your mind Misato!" The voice echoed down the hallway, even though the disturbance had come from the speaker of the phone.
"Calm down,
Ritsuko. It's not like I'm going to jump him or anything. They
were going to chuck him in some ruined complex." Misato declaired
over the phone cutting into Agaki's rant as Shingi leaned against
the wall, deep in thought. Agaki had a good reason to rant. No one
knew the extent of his nephilim powers, and so was a security risk.
One which Agaki was very aware of.
"So I decided that he
could stay with me. I have a three roomed apartment, may I remind
you, and I need the company."
"The only company you need is a bed partner…"
'Yep, this'll be interesting. I wonder if she drinks beer all the time like the generalization of people like her?' Shinji mused to himself.
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A few birds called in the background as the oronge and red hues that only came at sunsets streaked the clear sky. Misato had insisted that they take a stop on the way home after visiting the central mall. It turned out to be a viewing platform half an hour from the city, and although the view was nice, Shinji wanted to know why they'd gotten the groceries of beer, instant meals, junk food and dips, and even more beer, before they departed for the hill instead of after.
"This is typical. Everything is dead in this city. Is there a reason behind draging me out here?"
Misato's shoulders slumped at his comments. This place was beautiful. The city surrounded by hills of trees, and the sunset. She started to question her self, 'Am I trying to hit on the kid? …nah.'
"…And stop checking your watch. Nothings going to happen. It's just an empty city dying after a battle…"
Sirens cut him off, drawing his attention back to the city as great pieces of land started to rise from the hidden deapths. Shinji just stared. Here he thought little of a place that couldn't defend itself, when it already had. He saw the difference in the buildings; the ones that stayed above had no windows, depicting their purpose.
"Welcome, Shinji Ikari," Misato announced, "To the city you saved. The fortress Tokyo-3"
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If one could find a way through the mess, of which by some miraculas chance Misato did, then it could be cleaned. Shinji had always had that belief, but now it was shot to the frozen deapths of hell. Misato's apartment was…There was, or is, no way to describe it. A Mess, Pig sty, an infestation of inanimate small objects, gave it no credit. Misato's apartment just was.
"Make yourself at home." Came her voice from inside, reverbrating off the cans strewn about the floor.
Shinji snapped.
"MISATO! Get out here NOW!"
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The click of the SDAT player echoed in the silence. The outdated portable media player had often been used in the past as a stress reliever for the rooms occupant, but it seemed that today, it could not be so. Too many changes had happened in one day.
…A scream echoed down the bloodstained halls, reverberating in the ears of the deceased littering the halls…
Shinji's eyes flew open. He could still remember those eyes, the face.
What was she doing here now, when he had finally thought he had gotten over it. He had killed her. Wiped her off the earth.
…He flew across a plain, marked by a wreaked city filled with corpses. VTOL's were strewn across various streets, where trashed and totaled cars and tanks were littered. A battlefield for the survivors…
He owed his life to her though, for various instances. Many a time, he had called her to act in his stead. His 'get-away-car', she took over when he couldn't handle things. Then two years ago, She up and left, leaving his life for when she said she'd be needed again. But why now. The attacks on the city were easy to handle.
'-Oh, really Shin-chan. You don't need me…-'
Shit.
She was back.
His crimson angel.
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She wasn't in any form, but rather occupated in a 'house' in his head always insisting that he didn't need the space. As such, whenever she wanted company, she would put his consiousness in a room where he could see a possible future, but always one of destruction. She always stated that she was born in the White moon, what ever that was, but was thrown out for some odd reason that she wouldn't reveal.
He opened the 'door' in front of him and proceeded into the living room where paintings and murals of various topics resided watching over the empty room of a couch, beanbag, and various other items used to create objects of art.
"You renovated."
The two words held true to his word, as prieviously the room was painted a horrid yellow-green color. Presently, the calming blue gave a nice effect to the room.
Behind the easil a head appeared. Red eyes with an intence raven colored hair cut to shoulder hight framed the pritty face. Pink lips stretched into a thin smile, lighting the face further from the darkness it resided in. The room was well lit, but there was a primal darkness that wanted to expand into this room.
"Thanks, you like the color?"
Shinji raced across the room shoving the easil aside, before grabbing the angel and shoving her against the wall.
"Why did you come back! Now of all times! If you manifest over me, their going to kill us!"
Her eyes glowed, and suddenly he was on the other side of the room with her looking at him, her grin non-existant. She could be quite intimidating at the best of times, and her wings of black where not helping. She may have typical teenager gear on, but the light colors seemed to dim in the inner rage that burned benieth her orbs of dull scarlet.
"That is not the way to treat someone in their own home. And I was waiting for the so-called human in front of me to realise that I had never left! Jeez, why are the good ones always so damded dumb…"
Shinji restrained himself from further violence, before plonking himself down in the beanbag. His angel simply picked up the easil and threw the drawing on the floor where it abruptly vanished, swallowed by the ethereal floor that incased the 'house'.
"So what are we going to do. They have a copy of my DNA, and via mine yours. I know you don't like that much, Saeki."
"We'll deal with it," she stated, throwing herself down on her couch. "But I'll need to train you in here, now that the world knows what you are."
"Train me? How. We both know that you're not the best teacher in the world. And in what?"
"You are so dense sometimes. I'll summon you later. I was just letting you know I was still here."
Shinji's vision started to waver. "One question. How long have you known that I wasn't human?"
He barely made out her smile. "Did you really believe that I could inhabit a home in a simple human?"
