Vasily could nearly kiss the earth he stood on after docking

AN: I wanted to do a bit more a vasily centric chapter, you all know about asuka, you all know about shinji and rei, but vasily is really an unknown.

Sorry for the wait and enjoy the chapter. Please read and review

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Shinji could nearly kick himself for the way he treated asuka earlier. Not that she didn't deserve it with the way that she was acting. He knew that the minute that he got home she would chew his ass out so hard that he wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.

That was the last thing he needed in his life

More drama

He didn't need this bullshit hypocrisy with Misato; he didn't need the hostility from asuka and the cold indifference of his father. He definitely didn't need the loneliness and the boredom.

But that was the problem, he didn't know what he needed, just what he didn't need.

It was when he was pondering this that he realized he had spent the better part of three hours walking around in circles I the native sector. He hadn't showered, slept, changed clothes or eaten as far as he knew for nearly three days. He still couldn't believe that the weekend blew by that fast. But benders do that. They sneak up on you; you have to be careful with drinking hard liquor in quantities like that. Stretch it out a bit. Not drink a half a fifth in ten minutes.

It was getting dark again. The native sector was starting to wind down, and conversely, the refugee sector was starting to wind up. He thought about going and getting a beer or four, but he figured his bank account had suffered enough for the week.

Besides, it was getting time to head on to nerv again. Do a harmonics test; meet the new pilot, be the object of Asuka's scorn, the usual Monday thing. He turned on heel and started walking over to the L-

Train platform. This was the only time he could think of that he would have to shower before and after a plug test.

After the rush of people for the train bound for the suburbs, only a few people remained. He surveyed the few dozen people, and picked out a mop of familiar blue locks.

'Ayanami?'

Part of him wanted to walk over and talk to her. That part of him was probably still drunk, so he waited. The few people besides her that remained were foreigners. Several white men in suits and ties that betrayed the fact that they lived in what was considered by many to be a ghetto. Soon they boarded the orange line to the heart of the refugee sector.

The platform was empty with the exception of each other. Though she didn't know he was there. Hell, she probably wouldn't care even if she did notice him, which, when shinji thought about it, was disappointing.

A small, empty train rolled up. This was the only train that carried the pilots to and from nerv. No one got on this train, no one needed to. Most nerv employees hardly left their desks and computers

With a hiss the hydraulic doors slid open and the two pilots entered the train, sitting at opposite ends of the car before the doors hissed closed and the train lurched forward and began to pickup speed.

Shinji had twenty minutes to kill and no SDAT player…again

'Fucking brilliant'

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Vasily could nearly kiss the earth he stood on after docking. Even the docks at Tokyo-3 were a technological marvel. It was getting close to nightfall and the city was starting to light up. Skyscrapers outlined the dusk sky with glows of neon signs from the refugee sector warming the sunset.

He looked over to see a huge truck with a banner across the front and back that said "oversized load" in Japanese. Placed around the truck were several armored cars that would be escorting him and the cargo to Nerv.

he walked over to the armored car that Pip was leaning against and put his bags down before saluting him.

"you don't need to do that vasily. You're not in the military anymore, you don't need to salute anyone." He spoke in Russian

"force of habit…" vasily paused "I wanted to thank you sir"

"for what?" pip asked as he lit a cigarette. He handed one to vasily and lit it for him. Vasily took a drag and flicked the ash on the ground.

"well, for this" he held up the cigarette and laughed "but I also want to thank you for getting me out of china…as much as I love the 405th, it was becoming a real ballache." He stopped laughing and took a long drag of his cigarette before flicking more ash on the ground

pip put his hand on vasily's shoulder and smiled.

'vasily, I've only known you for a short time, but you've grown on me kid. I'm going to miss you…" pip said. It was true…but as long as he was being true to himself, vasily scared the ever-loving shit out of him. The kid was, to some extent, insane.

From what he saw vasily do the first time they made contact, he wasn't sure that vasily was all there anymore. Hell maybe he was never all the way there to begin with, maybe that's why he was so good at his job.

Regardless to say, his commander saying that he nearly did a backflip when he got the news to be a pilot was a bit exaggeration. In truth…he wasn't really feeling at the time…it was only when he had his profile picture taken that he seemed happy to be out of the war zone.

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smoke billowed form the burning refinery less than three miles from the scene. combat had taken pace there two days before. nearly four regiments of Chinese had been issued to stop the Russian advance down china's seaboard.

They failed. Bodies of the dead lay mingled in with they dying. The mat of bodies was so think that in some places the ground could be barely seen.

Russian troops were searching for intelligence on the bodies. The dead we're being heaved into piles by the Russians who, they themselves, were wounded.

Pip was there, wearing a his British commando beret, his clean and polished boots, his starchy little dress uniform…he stuck out like drunk chick at church.

He had been trying to find this kid for weeks, but the battalion HQ said they didn't know if he was dead or alive at the time, and the battle was too hot for him to get in and extract him. So he waited.

He saw a balding lieutenant with several scars on his face sitting at a field desk, eating pickled herring and looking at situation reports. Every one in a while his brow would furrow and he would put something in an empty oil drum that they would burn for heat later.

"excuse me, sir, do you know where I could find vasily komanov?"

"vasily nikolayavitch komanov, from Moscow or vasily illyich komanov from Novgorod?"

"Novgorod" pip said

the man pointed to a squad of four about a hundred yards away, searching the bodies of dead Chinese soldiers. An occasional shot rang out as wounded man stood, then crumpled to the ground with his friends. sometimes it took more than one shot to get the job done.

"you're pip right?" the lieutenant asked

"yes, sir." Pip said as he turned back to the weather beaten lieutenant

"just so you know, you're taking my best man." The lieutenant furrowed his brow at him

"that's why we want him sir" the man let out a 'harrumph' as pip casually walked over to the squad.

He was about fifteen feet away when he saw vasily bayonet a wounded Chinese soldier. The man screamed in agony when he twisted his rifle and opened the wound further. He saw vasily stand as still as stone.

'you're vasily"

vasily looked at pip and slung his rifle to his back. His face was caked with dirt and burnt gunpowder his hair was singed, his battle dress was in tatters and stained red. The hand that held the strap of his rifle had his knuckles worn down to the muscle and a cigarette dangled from his free hand

"yes…who might you be?" vasily said as the man on the ground continued to squirm in pain. He simply ignored him and took a drag of his cigarette

Pip couldn't take his eyes off the wounded man as he spoke, but vasily seemed completely disinterested in him. It proved to make conversation difficult.

"well, um, I'm here t-to tell you that, um" pip chocked out as he loosened his collar.

Vasily didn't take his eyes off pip, he simply drew his pistol and emptied a magazine into the wounded man. Seven shots from an old colt .45 pistol. The slide locked back and empty shells sprinkled on the ground. Blood spattered on vasily's face.

"better?" he asked. Pip regained his composure but was inwardly shocked at his barbarism

'vasily illyich komanov, Novgorod krai district?"

"we went over this before, what is it you were going to tell me?" vasily smiled as he put a new magazine in his pistol and put it back in his belt.

"my name is pip Scudley and I'm here to tell you that you have been chosen to be a pilot for nerv. You are to be decommissioned from the Russian army and flown to Germany, from there we will conduct several test that should last about three days and from there you will be shipped to Japan. Do you accept?"

pip spoke rather quickly, wanting to get off the battlefield, wanting to get away from the death that permeated his freshly pressed uniform. He was a goddamn naval quartermaster not a field grunt. The only reason he took this was the promotion in store and the fact that he spoke Russian.

vasily waited a moment before taking a long drag of his cigarette

"…awesome. When do I get out of here?"

"there's a chopper waiting right now but don't you want to say goodbye to your friends?"

vasily let out a chuckle

"these guys' aren't my friends" vasily laughed. Some of the men shook their heads. Others looked disappointed.

"see that guy right there" he pointed as ash from his cigarette fell onto his hand. A dead Russian soldier lay there, he clean bullet hole about the size of an acorn lay on his cheekbone.

"you should see the back of his head" he took a puff of his cigarette before flicking it into a puddle of bloody mud. "exit wound you could fit a light bulb into"

he started walking on the Chinese bodies. Digging them further into the mud. Occasionally he would step onto a torso and a cracking rib could be heard. Pip tiptoed over them as he followed

"that guy over there with the fucked head is Vitaly spichak." He thumbed the corpse the two had looked at

"That young man over there that's gone from the waist down is Fedor spichak" he stopped and looked at pip "no relation."

He walked bit further. The sickening crack of a skull that had already been weakened by a bullet, imploding under vasily's foot sent a shiver up Pip's spine

"that man over there that's been sawed in half by a machinegun is Dimitri Zakeavich, and that young trooper over there that has a defective RPG stuck in him is Vova Federov…I suppose I should be happy about that one though because I was standing right next to him when it happened"

he shrugged lit a second cigarette.

"bye-bye" he waved unenthusiastically to the corpses.

"Scudley? That name's English right?" vasily said

"yeah"

"don't they let you guys have liquor on your ship's?"

'yes, they do"

"killer, I'm in." The two of them walked toward a makeshift airfield controlled by the Russians. Pip wondered how the pilot would fare in the real world, where his actions wouldn't be considered normal.

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"I'm gonna miss you too, sir" vasily said. He took a last puff before snuffing the cigarette on the ground. He clacked his heels together and saluted before climbing into the armored car with several UN soldiers. The massive truck began to drive off at an incredibly slow crawl along with the armored cars

"wait until he sees the surprise I left for him in his bag." Pip said as he crushed his cigarette under his boot and walked back to the ship, feeling a sense that he had lost something, and at the same time, a sense of fear for that child.

"the devil is in that boy…I just hope that Gendo doesn't make him do anything that will bring it out"

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Gendo's office was lit by the artificial light of the Geofront. After the angel of sound, the artificial sunlight hadn't been turned off. Gendo took a moment away form typing and lifted up his glasses before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"goddamnit' he muttered as he checked his watch. Without the proper solar cycle down in the Geofront, things were starting to grate on him. He had been at work for thirteen hours and didn't even know it.

"sir?" dr. akagi said over the intercom. "he's here"

"let him in" Gendo steepled his hands in front of him as he watched the reinforced steel door to his office open. Into the room walked vasily. Nearly six and a half feet tall in his boots and cap, two hundred and eighty pounds of ugly Russian muscle

'dear god'

vasily approached the commander and saluted, clacking his heels together and standing straight.

"sir, sergeant Vasily Illyich Komanov of the 405th Peoples Army of the Russian Federation reporting for duty." He spoke in Russian.

The commander simply sat there, his glasses casting an eerie reflection at the boy.

"do you know why I've brought you here?" Gendo spoke back to him in Russian, this unnerved vasily as he had never seen a Japanese person speak Russian before.

"sir, to be a pilot for the evangelion program, sir" vasily said as he stood rigid.

"yes" he shut off the tape recorder in his desk, Along with every camera in his office.

"and no" the lights dimmed in Gendo's office and keel left though a back entrance as Gendo snaked up to vasily. He walked with him through the back entrance that keel had taken just as the sliding doors closed and the three faded down a long hallway.

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after several minutes the new pilot emerged from the commanders office in silence. A mix of emotions over took him when he saw several nerv employees' carrying his bags as an armed escort took vasily to Ritsuko's office. As the men stood outside the thick steel door that separated her office form the magi room, vasily sat in a chair that looked to be too small for him.

The dr. tapped her pen on her clipboard and checked her watch. The two still had almost an hour until the vasily would meet the others and go in for his first training exercise. The doctor put her pen down, folded her hands in front of her and smiled. It seemed less evil to vasily when he saw her do it instead of the commander.

"…so" she let out after a bit of time, desperate to make conversation

"so?" vasily asked. And the doctor laughed slightly

"your accent is as thick as molasses" she chuckled

"yeah? Well, this one never thought Russia and Japan would fight…this one never became freely" vasily

"fluent, the word is fluent…and you don't have to call yourself 'this one' call yourself 'I" she laughed

"right…"

the two sat in silence for a few minutes before akagi mentally sighed. You can't force a conversation, but the young man in front of her was unnerving. Sitting straight up, one hand on his knee, legs crossed, dress cap sitting on her desk, steel blue eyes staring right at her. She tried to start it again

"so…what does your family think of this?"

"you already know, you can read file…." Vasily said.

"I read from your file and it says all kinds of different things about you…it says you are a alcoholic, chain smoking, whore mongering, misogynistic, killing machine" the doctor said.

"well, since you know." Vasily said as he pulled out a pack for cigarettes and cheap butane lighter. He lit his cigarette and held out the pack for her.

She reached for the pack

"don't take lucky"

"lucky?" she asked "you name your cigarettes?" she asked as she took one and lit it with the butane lighter she handed her

"No, the lucky, is the cigarette you flip over when buy new pack, last one to smoke…" she stopped and blushed a bit.

"sorry…." She smiled sheepishly. Vasily looked at his pack and saw that his lucky was in Ritsuko's hand. He sighed heavily and put the pack back in his pocket.

"do you want to tell me about your family?" she asked as after she blew a hefty smoke ring, watching it drift up into he air

"you want tell me about your family?"

vasily turned the initial question on her before blowing another, smaller smoke ring through Ritsuko's larger one and watching the two turn into a cloud of cigarette smoke.

"well…….I don't think that's appropriate" she said as she shifted in her chair. Uncomfortable at the cold stare vasily was giving her. He looked so sure of himself. Smug or confident wouldn't be the right words to describe the stare. More like as if he had no doubts about what was happening, as if he had all the information. One thing was for sure

the kid had a mean poker face

"…why not?" vasily asked, tilting his head, for the first time moving a part of his body other than his mouth.

"well, I just think you don't need to know…" she took another drag of her cigarette.

"you took the lucky" he said.

The doctor rolled her eyes and sighed heavily at the situation…

"tell you what, I'll tell you about my family if you tell me about yours"

"you go first" he said quickly. beating her to the punch

dr. akagi straightened up in her chair and crossed her legs.

"well. When I was little, my father died. I was very young. Three or so, so I don't remember much. The last thing I do remember was him and my mother fighting."

She took a drag of her cigarette

"my mom was an extremely educated intelligent woman, my father was a lowlife drunkard that happened to get her pregnant. I was the result. He ironically got his by a drunk driver in a semi and was smashed into a reinforced concrete barrier. Can I have another cigarette?"

vasily handed her the pack and she took out and lit one before speaking again.

"yeah…my father was the same. He sold me into the governments protection when I was five. I remember he say that he hated me. I remember that he say that he wished that I who died instead of my mother. I saw him about a year ago when we were in Mongolia." Vasily said

"wanna tell me about it?" dr. akagi said as she put a tape recorder on the desk

"…was that was this was all about?" he asked. The doctor stood silent.

"what's about the magnetaphone?"

'we call the tape recorders magnetaphone is the technical term" she pursed her lips and took a drag of her cigarette.

Vasily sighed. He knew the drill. They would keep him in here until he spoke. There were obvious holes in his record, seeing as what the Russian government was doing at the time was illegal and abandoning his post was technically high treason under Russian martial law.

He flipped open his pack again and pulled out a second cigarette, lighting his second with his first before putting his first out in the ashtray on Dr. Akagi's desk and throwing the empty pack in a trash bin..

"mom died when I was two. after that, father fell to a drug addicted binge drinking session that lasted months while friend of family took care of me….earliest memory was when I was three and father said that he wished I died instead of mother. He was always saying shit to me 'vasily you weak' or 'vasily you nothing.' Always trying to beat me down and break my spirit. Not in the way that "

Dr. akagi sat astounded that the boy was so open about his past. It took her months of prodding to get asuka to admit anything, rei still wouldn't admit anything.

"would you mind if I got second Pack from my bag?" vasily asked as the cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke lazily drifting up towards the ceiling. Dr. akagi nodded and he reached into his pack

"what? Out of smokes?" she laughed as he made a face that was indecipherable

"no way, I always keep carton with me when I travel, but…" he set the fifth of Stolichnaya on the desk along with two glasses that pip had got him. She saw him smile genuinely for the first time when he was in front of the bottle.

"do you want some?" he said as he poured the vodka into one of the glasses for himself. She snapped out of her daze for a second and pulled the vodka bottle out of his hands.

"You're 17" she said in slight shock before a wave of hypocrisy washed over her when she realized she was smoking a cigarette she gave him.

"yes, in Russia, I can go buy vodka any time I want." He slid the vodka across the table towards him, Ritsuko grabbed it and slid it back onto her side.

"yes, but we're not in Russia right now" she smiled as vasily slid it back.

"yes but you smoking my cigarettes" she let go of the vodka as he poured her a glass and put it in front of her.

"….touché…you win the round. One glass" she said smiling as vasily put the bottle away. He took a few sips of his glass as Ritsuko let out a heavy sigh and looked directly at him

"tell me about what happened in Mongolia"

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the tent city that lay across the desert of Mongolia. the tent city that's comprised of entirely Russian conscripts, drinking, smoking doing drugs and raising hell after a major Chinese assault had failed.

Balalaika and accordion music filled the camp as trucks filled with mail churned up the thick sand the camp was placed over. Hundreds of family members flocked to see if their sons had survived the 13-day battle.

"Vova! Vasily!" Anna Federov hugged her son and his friend with open arms. Nuzzling her son as he smiled and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"miss Federov!" vasily smiled as he wrapped her in a warm hug.

"mom!" Vova said as he hugged her.

"its great to see that both you boys are okay…I heard the fighting had been…" she held her son closely, not wanting to let go. Vasily put a hand on her shoulder and smiled before taking a drag of his cigarette

"these men have no idea how Russians fight" vasily said as he laughed haughtily. The woman visibly loosened up as Vova and her walked into the tent that the him and Vova shared.

Vasily looked over to the balalaika band and saw the fifty or so Russian soldiers dancing sound the fire in the center pit. It was then that he saw a familiar face.

"oh….my….Christ…." Vasily said as he quickly flicked his cigarette down into the sand and walked over to the man.

"vasily!?" the man said as he came at vasily with open arms. Vasily took a step back out of the man's reach and held up a hand to stop him. Seeing the disappointed look on his face vasily furrowed his brow and asked.

"what are you doing here?" vasily asked. The ma took his hat off and hung his head a bit.

"I missed you vasily…I have that right" the man said

"you sold me to the federation for drug and booze money after mom died…" he lit a cigarette and blew smoke in his face "you're an alcoholic, whore-mongering, heroin addicted, chain smoking, misogynistic, gambling addict who in a bout of depression, sold his only child, his only reminder of the love he had with his wife….into militaristic bondage so that he could get his next fix and a blowjob" vasily said sternly as he eyeballed his father.

"that's cold vasily…I'm trying real hard…I'm staying clean. I have an apartment in Moscow….i work at a group home for runaway teens. For many of them its that or the military….I'm doing good vasily"

"…that's great, Dad, now go take care of those kids so that you don't have to defend their country against the waves of Chinese people I fight every day" vasily said

"vasily I…I only wanted the best for you, I-"

"you have no idea what I went through…the experiments, the YEARS of indoctrination and training…the chemicals they pumped into me…"

"I didn't think that was going to happen vasily…" his father was startin o show some anger again

"remember when mom died and you said you wished it was me?…yeah…I was two, but haven't forgotten. Thanks for that first memory." He turned and walked away

"I wish you had died you little bastard! You were a mistake that ruined my life!" vasily's father said in a fit anger

vasily did nothing. He kept walking as his feet crunched in the sand, walking towards the fire pit to see the spoils of war, a small herd of goats, roasting on a several spits in the fire. As he got in line with his mess kit, he looked back, expecting to see his father there, but he was gone

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"and that was last time I saw him" vasily took a last drink and put the glass back in his back.

"you seem like you handled that…well" she said "do you know what happened to him after that?"

"yeah I heard he actually had cleaned up and was running youth center in Moscow….but then again I don't really care …I try to think about him little." He sighed and looked at the doctor.

"you gonna drink that?" she looked down at her glass and picked it up. The vodka touched her lips and she took a hard drink of it. The strong taste of alcohol burned her throat and nose, the fact that it was warm only hindered her progress on it.

She looked at him in a bit of puzzlement and put the glass down on her desk before checking her watch.

"you better chew some gum kid, because you're meeting your fellow pilots in about ten minutes" she said as she led him out of her office.

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'goddamn it shinji'

shinji thought as he got up and sat directly across form rei as the L-train clacked along in much the same fashion as it had done during the meeting on Friday. Trees whizzed by win green blurs that, and cars on the highway flew back as if they were standing still, but shinji wasn't interested in this at the time.

he looked straight into her eyes and swallowed hard. He knew that rei wouldn't start a conversation unless directly confronted. Hell he could probably just go up and start molesting her right there and she would be indifferent

'don't think of that shinji'

instead he started off with the old standby. The thing you said when you didn't know what to say

"h-hi Ayanami, nice weather, eh?" he said sheepishly while he looked down at the floor. He kept repeating the mantra in his head. I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away. As if he could right now any ways, his legs felt like Jell-O and he could barely sit without shaking, let alone start booking away if the conversation turned awkward.

"hello, ikari…yes, I suppose the weather is….'nice'" she said softly. In a tone the spelled something not quite like indifference.

Shinji took this as a good sign, she wasn't screaming, running or slapping him, so he must have done something right. He straightened himself up and tried to look as non-creepy friendly as possible to her.

"so, what were you doing the native sector? I mean, it's an awfully long commute from where you live" shinji asked

"I was." She stopped her self, a tiny tinge of guilt in her as she knew this would hurt him "I was having lunch with the commander like I do every Monday. Something urgent came up and he had to be airlifted to nerv. I was ordered to come to nerv to meet the new pilot after I had finished my meal" rei elaborated on shinji's question.

Shinji sat in silence for a moment. A twinge of jealousy hit him, then a boulder of it. But he stayed civil. He wanted to be her friend at the very least so he kept talking. You just cant stall in situations like this, you have to keep talking, even if you know that what will come out of your mouth is incredibly stupid, its better than saying nothing.

"where did you guys go?" he asked as he saw a digital ticker ring off in the corner of his eye that read 'Geofront 15 minutes' away.

"…out…to eat?" she half asked half stated "I'm not sure I understand the nature of the question" she moved her eyebrow up in surprise, meaning she moved it up about a tenth of an inch

"no, what did you eat?" shinji asked, slightly laughing at her naivety. Rei was not laughing she was not amused, this was stupid in her mind.

"why are you asking such foolish questions?" she asked, but shinji simply sat. he didn't know what to say about that so he changed the subject matter once more.

"what do you think of the new pilot' after this question Rei's eyes widened slightly and she became visibly nervous. For someone as reserved as her it caught shinji by surprise, but he shrugged it off almost immediately.

"I think that pilot Komanov will be a great addiction-addition to the team" she caught herself. Shinji didn't know the gravity of why she was acting nervous, he immediately thought of the situation as cute. The first time he had seen rei flustered was something he would remember forever.

Shinji shifted in his seat and looked up at the ticker that read 'nerv, five minutes'. He thought about how this would change things before the silence was interrupted.

"and you?" rei asked as she sat with her hands on her knees. Shinji sat up and forced a friendly smile on his face

"I think that pilot komanov will be a great addition to nerv" shinji forced the line of bullshit out of him. Rei furrowed her brow slightly. It was a scary expression, much

the same one she used before she slapped him for making a crack about his father weeks earlier.

"and you?" she repeated. Shinji understood almost immediately.

"I don't care….the guy is either going to die, get fired or quit. No one likes this job…." Rei was about to open her mouth in protest but shinji quickly spoke "not even asuka. She's just afraid that she will become useless if she quits. So she sticks at it because she thinks it gives her meaning in life….much the same way I do" he didn't know why he was talking to rei so much. Maybe it was the newfound courage from hanging out in the refugee sector. Regardless he stopped speaking at that moment

"…much the way I do" rei said softly as she looked down.

Shinji was about to reply as the loud buzzer rang out and the sliding doors opened several nerv employees stepped in. it was late and their shift was up. Several of the men and women began lighting cigarettes as the two children left the train. The steel doors of the train closed quickly and the train sped off. Shinji felt a chill as he stepped off the train platform.

He was now officially in nerv. The most unholy, ungodly place on the planet. A place where men equip children to slay angels. These thoughts rang through his head at a constantly increasing pitch as he walked towards the briefing room that the three children had been in last night

The insanity of his life situation led him to laugh a tiny laugh as his hand rested on the doorknob. He shrugged it off and put on his game face, almost forgetting that rei was behind him. He turned the knob to see several angry faces sitting at the table.

Asuka's school uniform was disheveled and messy as was Misato's nerv uniform. Shinji looked at them for a second before he realized that he had not done laundry this weekend. He hated to see the condition that her apartment was in. beer cans and trash everywhere he assumed.

Asuka and Misato sat there with their arms crossed, looking at shinji as he and rei sat down at the steel table. Ritsuko shared the same angry face, but hers was for a different reason.

A fourth, new face, looked at shinji. A face that looked a bit older than 17, a face that looked at him with a vacant expression, a face that he would have to get used too.

Asuka was trying to divide her rage between the three objects of her scorn, shinji for arguing with her earlier, the new guy for supposedly replacing her, and Rei for just existing.

She looked at vasily and vasily looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"So, where are you form vasily?" shinji tried to diffuse the situation. Vasily looked from asuka to shinji and raised an eyebrow before replying in a thick accent

"Russia"

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AN: so, what did you guys think, eh? I tried to make vasily as close to the mold of evangelion characters as I possibly could, no mother shitty father, fucked up past. Basically a well rounded well balanced character that I can work with. Building a fitting history for him was harder than I thought. And trying to keep the balance between 'wow' and 'that's excessive' was difficult.

Tell me if I want over the top I want to avoid a mary sue like the AIDS. Please review