Disclaimer: See the Prologue
A/N: Thanks for your reviews, and your favs.
The battle against Armiel begins next chapter and I plan to throw a couple of twists in it. For now, let's establish the fact the Shinji is still 'ooman'.
Man, the psychiatric and psychological stuff in this chapter was tough to write. I hope it's all understandable and relates to Shinji.
Chapter 7 – Scars
Misato slightly opened the door to see Shinji, dressed in nothing but boxer shorts, lying down on the floor next to the more comfortable looking bed, his head resting on a pillow. She became despondent and sighed depressively, before closing the sliding door and leaning against the wall. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed again, her body sliding downward until she was sitting on the floor.
'I really thought he'd be sleeping on the bed like a normal human being,' Misato thought sadly. 'Guess he really isn't one any more, anyway.'
Wrapping her arms around he legs and holding them to her she shook her head morosely.
This…this is going to be hard…
(SSJNYH)
Five hours ago…
"Those clothes fit you alright, Shinji?"
Shinji glared as he felt irritancy affect his whole body as he wore a patient gown and pants. For the first time in years he was wearing something that was made of a soft fabric that covered his whole body instead of armour and mesh. And as a result he felt vulnerable, like something would come at him at any moment. He stared down at his feet, which were covered in slippers and frowned.
"Shinji?"
He looked at Misato and forced out as he scratched his back, "Yeah."
Misato narrowed her eyes, as she looked at him with concern.
'Don't tell me he's used to wearing that mesh crap when on the hunt since he was, what, six?' Misato thought. 'What does he wear in his off-time, a loincloth?'
"Where we going?"
"Hmm?"
Shinji saw that she was deep in thought as they walked together though a hallway, other personnel quickly stepping out of their way and raised his voice a bit, "Said where we going?"
Misato smiled, "To get some fresh air, that's where."
Shinji raised an eyebrow curiously and thought, 'Fresh air? We going to surface?'
The raven-haired woman smirked, "You'll see."
Misato led him towards a large steel door that slowly opened, allowing what appeared to be natural light into the hall past the security checkpoint. After flashing her ID to the guards present they stepped through, Shinji immediately shielding his eyes from the glare. He stepped through was surprised to not feel fresh air on his face. When he finally opened his eyes…
What…?
Shinji was shocked to see a large, green field up ahead with a massive lake surrounded by woodland that seemed to stretch for miles. He wasn't shocked to see so much green in a very, very long time but that there was such expansive green in the Kanto area of the country known as Japan left at all. At least according to the information that was on the computers back on the mothership.
"This…is the GeoFront," Misato said. "This is where we'll start rebuilding the planet."
Misato smiled as Shinji stepped forward as if enchanted, and almost tripped over his own feet. He realised they were before stairs leading downwards towards the field. No longer shocked he suddenly begun to smile widely, before he started laughing and running down the staircase, ostensibly both happy and excited to be seeing so much green.
Incredible!Geofronts are really REAL! Merl'we wasn't faking it when she said she once broke through one to hunt one Arcturian amedha!
Take back, Misato's stopped smiling as she immediately realised he was going to tear his stiches again, "Hey, Shinji, SHINJI…WAIT UP!"
Shinji had just cleared the pavement area around the staircase when he tripped and fell onto the grass. He grunted, and felt his left hand subconsciously grip the vegetation. He lifted his face up off the ground and plucked the strands of grass and stared at it quietly.
Why am I so…happy to see grass?
"Shinji!"
Well, I did live on a rocky plateau for the past few years.
He rolled onto his bottom to see Misato running towards him, smiling. It faded when he saw that NERV HQ was a giant pyramid structure and he looked upward it's height his eyes focused onto the sky, and thought he could see the ceiling half-a-mile upward. It was then he felt scared, realising that this was the first time he was in a Geofront and that he was basically buried underground who knows how many miles underground.
"Hey Shinji!"
"Wha…?"
Shinji snapped out his daze to see Misato above him….
(SSJNYH)
…before bending over to help him up.
"You okay, Shinji?"
"Y-yeah," Shinji groaned, rubbing his shoulders.
Misato smiled once again, "Wow, Shinji. I take it you've never seen grass before."
He shook his head, "Have. Haven't for long time."
Shinji then looked up, then back at Misato and pointed upward.
"Sky has c-ceiling?"
"Of course, silly," Misato replied. "That's why they call it a GeoFront."
Shinji stared up at the sky again, taking note. He then looked back at her and took note of her smile, not remembering the last time he had seen a smile such as hers. He then returned her smile, before groaning and rubbing his side. Misato's smile disappeared.
"Yeah, you should take it easy," Misato said. "Wouldn't be nice to have to stitch you up again."
Shinji nodded, then looked around himself, "All this underground?"
Misato nodded again, feeling proudly despite herself, "Yep, human ingenuity is a beautiful thing, isn't it?"
Shinji looked at her confused, "Inge…? In-ge…? What?"
Misato sighed and dulled her head.
Psychological trauma notwithstanding, this kid's definitely going to be handful. Here's hoping he doesn't go berserk, flip out or whatever warrior thing he does and gut me.
That reminds me…what's Rits doing with his tech anyway? Hope she doesn't blast her own fingers off playing around with it.
Actually…
She smirked a bit.
That'd be quiet funny.
Shinji's eyebrows raised when he suddenly remembered, "Ayanami?"
Misato nodded, "Oh yeah. We can go see her if you'd like."
Smiling, Shinji replied as he stood back up and wiped the dust off his gown, "Okay."
(SSJNYH)
"…and you are absolute sure his technology is definitely not of human origin?"
"Tests on the sword reveal that the type of metal, not only is impervious to acid damage, but it does not correspond to any element on the periodic table. Same goes for the speartips and shuriken-weaponry recovered. The fabric of his mesh and armour are also unknown. It's all very interesting, Commander."
"…"
Gendo appeared indifferent to Ritsuko's personal awe of the technology NERV has just acquired off the extraterrestrial, which he knew was his own missing son. He had suspected that higher powers were involved in Shinji's disappearance, but didn't imagine hostile alien lifeforms being the reason. And he didn't expect Shinji to return as practically one of them, to fight like a berserker against possibly the most terrifying creature in the galaxy.
Like a berserker. He wasn't the same physically, mentally and emotionally insignificant specimen he remembered leaving at his late brother-in-law's residence. From reviewing the footage of Shinji's fight with the alien he was physically strong, agile and knowledgeable on the exotic weaponry he had used to terminate the creature and leave it to dissolve in it's own blood. The look on his face displayed determination the commander had never seen before.
He didn't turn the way he had planned, to Gendo he was warped beyond recognition. But he would still have a use for him.
"What of the Child?"
"He appears to have recovered from the injuries sustained days ago, and at quite a remarkable rate as well. Given his abnormal biological structure developed from living somewhere that is not on earth this is no surprise," Ritsuko explained. "And he appears to not be affected in any way by the large amount of scars on his person. However there is his concern for his emotional and mental well being."
"Could you be more specific, doctor?"
Ritsuko cleared her throat, "Well…it would appear that whoever abducted him eight years ago had intended to transform him into a living weapon from the moment he came under their control, judging from his proficiency with the nodachi at his current age, a sword generally impractical to wield, and the other weaponry recovered from him – which are varied; ranging from other close-combat weapons to long-range."
"So he was trained to use those weapons and equipment from age seven? Fourteen years old now and he is equal or more knowledgeable in killing than the most highly-trained assassin."
"Not to mention hardened, physically speaking," Ritsuko continued. "From reviewing city surveillance footage he has shown remarkably abnormal strength, agility and stamina uncommon for his age…"
"I've read the medical examiner's report, doctor," Gendo interrupted. "You do not have to go into specifics. We were discussing his mental condition, which is a different story if I understand?"
"Yes, sir. He becomes incredibly aggressive when he feels he's threatened, further suggesting that he had been living in a hostile environment and can be considered emotionally stunted, or at least when he's around other humans judging from curious behaviour around the First Child and Captain Katsuragi."
"Other humans?"
"Sir, as far-fetched as the scenario is," Ritsuko glanced downward, unsure of what she was saying. "All the evidence suggests he was kidnapped by a non-human force, the same one possibly responsible for the deaths of Shinji's guardians."
"I see."
"Of course what I'm stating is speculation based on initial observations of Shinji," Ritsuko said. "We won't know for certain the full extent of Shinji's mental capacity until he is given a full psychiatric review…"
"There will be no need, Dr. Akagi," Gendo interrupted.
He smiled.
"Your initial observation of the boy is sufficient enough. You will designate him as the Third Child."
Ritsuko expected this; and yet became silent for a half-a-minute when she quickly thought about the ramifications of designating someone like Shinji with such a title and what would be expected of him and how he would handle it. She quickly thought of the negatives.
"Do you have any objections?"
"Sir, considering how we currently have no knowledge of whomever or whatever it was that abducted, trained and possibly programmed Shinji we have no idea if any negative effects, both to the pilot and to the EVA, he were to sync with it," Ritsuko explained. "Or even if he would agree to without having to resort to using force, which could cause further mental incapacitation. I recommend a complete psychiatric review of Shinji to better determine his capacity to pilot. We have at least four days."
"That is more than enough time for him to figure out what his priorities will be on his own, and they will be to NERV and to humanity's benefit," the Commander said.
He paused.
"Do you have anything to add?"
Ritsuko nodded, resigning Shinji to his fate. "Yes sir, I have noticed he has attached himself to Captain Katsuragi…"
(SSJNYH)
Test Facility #2
Shinji spared a passing glance at the sign both he and Misato passed by as they found themselves walking through HQ again. The boy-hunter was already growing restless as he had noticed they had passed by that same sing for the third time.
"Misato?"
"Yeah, Shinji?"
"You said Ayanami at facility two?"
"Uh…yeah, why?"
Shinji pointed at the sign, flustering Misato. She glared at him.
Oh, he can read after all…
"Oh…uh, yeah," Misato rolled her eyes, embarrassed. "Thanks for pointing…to that sign."
Shinji stared at her curiously, contemplatively.
"W-welcome," Shinji responded, unsure.
She inwardly sighed.
Great. He probably thinks I'm an idiot now. Nice way to commence human/whatever-the-hell-alien-race-he-kills-for relations.
(SSJNYH)
Weirdo.
"Still getting yourself lost I see, Captain Katsuragi? I swear have you tried reading the directions?"
Misato spun around to see Ritsuko approaching them, clipboard in hand.
"Oh, Rits," Misato smiled nervously. "You finished up with your meeting with the Commander early?"
Shinji crossed his arms, rubbing his left shoulder slightly when he suddenly felt a chill pass over him.
Commander?
"I'm surprised in you, Misato," Ritsuko frowned. "The extraterrestrial was declared dangerous and you blatantly let him out of bed with risk to his health, and without an escort."
Misato returned the frown, expecting Ritsuko to come at her like this, "The doctor's cleared him and I've got my eye on him. Plus he's hardly dangerous at the moment."
"He's got blades in those wrist-devices, remember? Anytime he could extend them and everyone on the base could be in danger."
Shinji cleared his throat and both women turned to him.
"I stand here."
"Yes, I see that," Ritsuko said, passing by Misato so that she was standing in front of him. "You were brave to destroy that ship and fight that and defeat it single-handily."
Shinji smiled, proudly
"Not to mention idiotic."
It then faded.
"Wha…?
"Ritsuko!" Misato looked offended. "You didn't see the kid in action…"
"Yes I have, surveillance footage from the industrial sector," Ritsuko pointed out. "He recklessly charged that thing head on with a sword he could barely lift. What do you think would happen if he hadn't been able to kill it?"
Shinji creased his brow.
"Besides, that UFO; the one I'm assuming you blew up and nearly the whole city. Who knows what we could have learnt from it."
The boy scoffed…
Yeah, like how to die from a Kainde Amedha bursting out of your chest.
Misato smirked and looked over at Shinji, "I don't think Shinji-kun agrees with you, Rits-chan."
Shinji felt his cheeks burn slightly
"Kun, Misato? Really?"
Ritsuko shrugged.
"It's probably a good thing you've grown fond of Shinji here, because he'll be staying here for quite a long time."
Misato's smile faded, "Pardon me."
"The Commander has…expressed an interest in his reassimilation into human society, Katsuragi," Ritsuko said, "And whatever technology and knowledge he could care to share with us."
Shinji looked at her wryly…
In your dreams!
…before he remembered that his weapons and equipment were out of his hands. Shinji's eyes widened, before he balled his hands into fists and looked Ritsuko in the eye with a hard glare.
"Where my weapons are?" he demanded. "Where they?"
Ritsuko was taken back, more from his broken Japanese than the threat itself.
"They're safe, Shinji," Ritsuko replied.
He shook his head, "No…they not! I need them!"
Fearing that the wristblades could come out at any second, Misato looked at Ritsuko pleadingly, "I think you should give his stuff back to him. Someone might blow their fingers off playing around with it."
Ritsuko sighed, "I suppose…as an act of good faith."
Shinji closed his eyes and exhaled, calming himself down.
Alright, honour intact. One thing I don't have to worry about any more.
"Anyway, you were saying that Shinji was staying put?" Misato crossed her arms.
"Let's speak in here, shall we?" Ritsuko pointed at the door. "Katsuragi…Shinji."
Shinji frowned at being referred to by his 'ooman' name. He would have referred to himself by his clan name if he could pronounce it in ooman. So grudgingly he referred to himself by his 'real' first name. Somehow he got the feeling that Ritsuko knew that, and was deliberately trying to spurn him.
She shouldn't.
(SSJNYH)
Commencing reactivating test for 's vitals are stable.
Shinji heard the radio chatter as he found himself stepping into some kind of control centre with windows with a view of…total blackness. Technicians in tight-looking uniforms and headsets sat at computer consoles, some of them giving Shinji a nervous, sideward glance. Shinji looked back at them briefly, seeing them quickly look back at their console, flustered.
"Rei?" Misato called out. "Can you hear me?"
Y-yes, ma'am.
Shinji's eyes lit up when she heard her voice, smiling lightly. Misato and Ritsuko noticed this, the latter appearing indifferent.
"Just hang in there," Misato said. "This won't take long, promise."
Yes, ma'am.
Misato then frowned as she stood alongside Shinji, watching the unlit test chamber beyond the view windows, "What is the commander thinking, attempting to have Rei synch with the EVA in her condition?"
Still indifferent, Ritsuko replied, "Orders are to reattempt activation as soon as possible."
Misato shook her head, "What exactly happened to her and Unit-00, anyway?"
They noticed a couple of the technicians glance at one another uneasily, visibly worrying Shinji. Misato inwardly growled, annoyed at being kept in the dark.
"Long story, captain," Ritsuko replied. "Activate chamber lights."
Panicked, Misato's glanced at Shinji and was about to protest suddenly as the massive chamber before them lit up, allowing them to see what stood in the centre of it. Shinji's eyes widened when his eyes laid before the source of Rei Ayanami's voice.
NO WAY!
A bipedal, blue-coloured armour plated, one-eyed machine entity. Shinji's mouth was agape as he stepped closer towards the front of the observation centre, Ritsuko following up.
"What…is it?" Shinji asked out loud.
"This is, Shinji, what we refer to as Artificial Human Evangelion Prototype Zero," Ritsuko explained to a shell-shocked Shinji. "A biomechanical all-purpose battle weapon."
"Biome-chanical?"
"It is a machine that is alive."
"W-weapon?"
Misato sighed, "Yeah. Once again…human ingenuity at work, god-forbid."
"A-Ayanami inside?"
"Yes," Ritsuko said, now speaking slowly as if to make sure Shinji can understand. "She is the pilot of this Evangelion?"
"T-this? There more?"
Misato glared over at the doctor, seeing that she was deliberately overwhelming the young man, "Ritsuko, I think you should stop talking right now before…"
Shinji tuned out everything around him as he stared out the window at the gigantic monstrosity that appeared to be staring right back at him, becoming more agitated as each second passed.
The Pyode Amedha have built these…monstrosities? For battle? For WAR!
Mother has to know! The clan has to know! I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!
Just as he was starting to really panic…
"Shinji?"
He jumped when he felt Misato's hand on her shoulder and was about to extend his wristblade when he quickly regained control of himself and spun around to face the recoiled Misato.
"Y-yes?"
"You okay?"
"Uh…"
He glanced at Unit-00, then back at Misato where he nodded his head.
"Yes."
Ritsuko spared Shinji another glance, then noticed something else was amiss.
'Ikari should be here,' she thought. 'He never misses Rei's sync tests, I didn't think he would miss this. Unless…'
She eyed Shinji again, seeing him look out the window towards Unit-00. He appeared…hopeful.
'Unless he didn't want to reveal himself to Shinji…God knows what would happen if he did and how the little berserker would react.'
"Dr. Akagi?"
All eyes turned to Maya Ibuki at her station as she called out.
"Brainwaves indicate the pilot has lost consciousness," she appeared worried as she reported. "Activation of Unit-00 is no longer possible."
Shinji turned to Misato worriedly, whom was biting her lip and cursing inwardly. Ritsuko simply sighed.
"Eject the plug, cancel the test. Return her to the trauma unit, stat."
"Yes ma'am."
Misato crossed her arms and stared at Ritsuko intently, "No surprise there, Rits. She is, of course, a seriously injured human being."
Ritsuko turned and left, saying, "Whatever you say."
Then Misato suddenly remembered…
"Hey! You said Shinji was staying?" she called out after her as the two of them stepped out of observation and into the hallway. "With NERV, you mean?"
"Eh?" the boy glanced at Misato and Ritsuko alternately, confused.
"The Commander has requested that he be confined to a private apartment within the GeoFront until Commander determines the extent of how NERV should deal with him," Ritsuko explained with no emotion, or sympathy.
Misato stared at Ritsuko, incredulously, shoulder's slump, eyes widened.
"Can he do that, I mean…isn't that illegal? Keep him here the GeoFront without making him an official member of NERV? We'd practically be holding him against his will!"
"Hell of a lot better than turning him over to the military, after slicing and setting those grunts on fire. Not to mention those butchers in the scientific community," Ritsuko shrugged. "They'll practically nail him by his hands and feet to a table and vivisect him. And he would be safe from whomever kidnapped him, in case they come back to get him."
Shinji frowned.
Like HELL! I'll fight my way out of here!
"Unless of course you have an alternative, captain?" Ritsuko smiled.
"Yeah," Misato smiled back, narrowing her eyes. "He can stay with me."
Ritsuko looked at him oddly, "Captain."
Shinji calmed down and actually looked perplexed.
Ritsuko then addressed Shinji, "Well?"
"Uh…?"
Shinji noticed a few of the male technicians glaring at him, as if with jealously, before quickly looking away as he stared their way.
"Wh-what?"
"Do you have a problem with staying with Captain Katsuragi until we decide…what to do with you?"
Shinji eyes lit up with interest…
Opportunity to escape…Taken!
…before he smiled lightly and shook his head, "No."
"Glad to hear it."
Shinji's smile faded and he resumed staring at Unit-00, wondering he would see Ayanami in the flesh sometime soon, instead of the giant biomechanical monstrosity staring back at him. Misato regarded him, still trying to get her head around him and his changing behavioural pattern. That three days ago he behaved like a feral animal and took down something bigger and, apparently, less dangerous than him and now he was behaving like an awkward teenager.
Or child.
Child was the word. This was proof that he hadn't been anywhere near human civilisation for years, and now that he was amongst his own kind again…she could imagine it would be unsettling for him and didn't want him to be practically left alone by himself on the GeoFront, not when she herself desired company besides her pet hot spring penguin.
And now, realisation set in that he was being released into her care…she had no idea how he was going to handle.
'This…is going to be hard,' she thought worriedly to herself.
"Well, let's go see if we can catch Rei as they wheel her back in," Misato said.
Shinji turned and followed her out, noticing that Ritsuko was watching them leave.
'Well she's nothing if not predictable,' Ritsuko thought smugly. 'And Shinji…I think I'm starting to know what to make of him.'
(SSJNYH)
"Hey wait up!"
The coat-wearing doctor and the two nurses accompanying him stopped wheeling the gurney carrying Ayanami. Shinji was intrigued to see her wearing a arm-less skin-tight white suit with the numbers 00 emblazoned in black on the front, and scowled at the fact that she had just been inside that machine in her condition He and Misato walked up to her.
Smiling reassuringly, Misato replied, "How are you feeling, Rei?"
"I feel…pain, captain," Rei croaked back.
The blue-haired girl then noticed Shinji, wondering why he was still here on the GeoFront. She automatically assumed that he had to either be a the GeoFront without the proper clearance. She noticed his eyes waver as he stared back at her.
"I-Ikari?"
Shinji nodded, smiling. "You hurt?"
"Y-yes."
"Bad?"
With no idea how to answer that, she glanced at Misato.
"She'll be fine, Shinji," Misato replied, still smiling. "She just needs to rest."
She nodded at the doctors and they proceeded to wheel her away, just before she had the chance to look at Shinji again. The boy's smiled disappeared as she disappeared down the hallway, and sighed.
Misato looked at him, curiously.
Well…he is at that age where he should be interested in girls. I'd be concerned if had flat out ignored her.
She tapped his shoulder and he turned his head towards him, suddenly.
"Let's…uh…go home, eh? You'll stuff will be waiting for you there."
"Home?"
"Yeah."
(SSJNYH)
"It would appear that the beginning phases of the Scenario can be carried out after all, thanks in part to the recovery of the designated Third Child."
Gendo sat at one end of the holographic table before a terminal screen while sitting on either side of said tables were four other older men each dressed identically. He was, however, entirely focused on the man sitting at the opposite end of the table – an elderly, white haired and partially cybernetic grim-looking man wearing a visor.
Chairman Keel Lorenz of the Committee.
"However, Ikari, there are concerns if the candidate is able to perform his duty, which you are yet to assign him," Keel added sharply. "From reading the initial reports on him, his behaviour and his perceived mindset it would be difficult to…convince…him to serve towards the betterment of mankind."
"You shouldn't concern yourself," Gendo replied, stoic. "We have the Third back now, and that is just the start..."
"Not good enough, Ikari," the yellow-coded French Committee member interrupted. "If you plan to break him, to forcefully bend him to your will then it will fail. And miserably if I may add."
"He's alien, a demon in human flesh, a Spartan, a berserker. Either of those terms and many more," the blue-coded Russian Committee member stated bluntly. "For as long as he has been off our world he has known only violence. It has hardened him to the point we may not be able to control him. He is a warrior, not only in mind and body, but spirit as well."
"Therefore we must employ more subtle, gradual, even gentle means," the blue-coded British Committee member said. "We must appeal to him and his most primal values. We assume you have ideas, Ikari."
Gendo nodded, "I do. I will make him value human life, and he will go to any lengths to safeguard it."
"As humanity will be made to believe that the Angels have come to destroy them," the red-coded American Committee members replied. "Those that had taken the Third and had from us will come back for him. Either for him, or for his life."
"Yes," Keel reasoned. "Will they hinder the Scenario, or will they compliment it? That is the question?"
"I will know soon enough," Gendo said. "No doubt you will as well."
"Of course," Keel replied. "We have eyes and ears everywhere. That you already know."
After a brief pause…
"This meeting is adjourned."
(SSJNYH)
"Shinji? Hey Shinji?"
In the front passenger seat of Misato's Asphault Shinji, now dressed in casual black shirt and jeans, stirred from a light slumber, quickly looking over at Misato quickly.
Not allowing him to go into a panic, Misato smiled, "You fell asleep just as we were ascending out of the GeoFront, remember?"
Shinji nodded and wiped the sweat off his brow, "Tired. Took too long going up."
Misato rolled her eyes and sighed, "Tell me about it."
Shinji looked out the window, seeing that it was now night time and they were driving across a lit freeway. He had a blank expression as his eyes focused on each individual lamppost they passed by. Misato alternated between looking ahead at the empty road and at Shinji, trying to find ways to keep the ice from forming, figuratively speaking.
"It's been a long time since you were here, I take it?"
"Yes," Shinji replied.
"Did you miss this?" Misato asked. "Missed Earth, I mean."
He looked over at her and replied, "No."
Misato sighed, "I can't say I blame you."
Shinji appeared interested.
"Things aren't getting better, that's for sure," Misato said, forlorn. "I'm hoping that we can change that."
"We?"
"OH…" Misato suddenly cried, sounding up beat. "Here we are."
"Where?"
"Home."
Shinji looked out the window to see that they had stopped right in front of a large apartment complex.
"Home?" Shinji queried as Misato unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
"Yep, our little slice of paradise," the older woman stated, before ducking her head back into the car. "And the sooner your get out of the car and help me carry some things inside the sooner we can turn in for the night."
Shinji's looked at her blankly, before he smiled and nodded. "Ok."
Unknown to them, especially and remarkably Shinji, they were being watched from a nearby tree in the middle of the parking lot. It focused it's attention equally between the adolescent male human and the adult female woman, as if comparing the two of them. It watched them walk towards the front entrance of the building, the woman carrying a duffel bag over her shoulder.
It chortled slightly.
'You lucky little tetch'na. Were it not for her face she would be a goddess.'
(SSJNYH)
"Here we are, good old number 35. I just moved her myself so I should probably warn you: It's a little messy."
Shinji and followed Misato throughout the complex until they stood outside the door into her lodgings.
"Your equipment should be inside," Misato said, then groused. "Yeah, Section 2's got a copy of everyone's keys."
Producing a keycard she swiped it and the door slid open. Shinji's eyes widened at the state of the apartment, especially the kitchen area, as both he and his new guardian stepped inside. Shinji narrowed his eyes in a cynical manner.
'A little messy? Yeah, sure…' his thoughts were just as cynical.
"Now, what to have for dinner?" Misato thought aloud. "Something quick and easy. Oh Shinji…"
"Yes?"
"Could you put throw what's in your left hand in the fridge over there."
"Ok."
Noticing that the bag he was carrying in his left hand was full of foodstuff he opened the fridge, noticing that it was completely full of yellow steel cans with the word Yebisu written on all of them.
'Yebisu, what kind of drink is that?' Shinji thought. 'This fridge of full of it.'
He then looked at the bag of food he had in his hand.
'Nothing else will fit.'
He then looked over his shoulder at Misato, who was humming to herself as she was preparing a couple of instant dinners.
'There's something very weird about this female,' Shinji thought. 'Like she's become a different person.'
Shinji shrugged and closed the fridge door, stepping over towards the kitchen counter and put the bags on it. Misato stopped what she was doing, her smile faded as she appeared serious.
"Eh…Shinji?"
"Yes?"
"You know," she started smiling again. "Since you and I are going to be living together…"
Shinji noticed her balling her right hand into a fist, and immediately felt caution rise up inside of him.
"…we need to get this out of the way right now."
Shinji's eyes widened and he smiled nervously, "Wha…what?"
Misato then suddenly lunged forward towards him, shaking her fist.
"ROCK, PAPER…"
She 'turned' her fist into a 'rock' and held in front of Shinji's face as the adolescent predator stood there, staring plainly at her. Misato immediately sweatdropped at his, or lack of, reaction.
Shinji cocked her head towards her, "Misato?"
Now embarrassed, Misato stuttered, "Y-you know how to play 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' right?"
"Rock, Paper, Scissors?"
"Wha…?" Misato cried, scandalously. "You've never played Rock, Paper, Scissors when you were a kid?"
"No?" Shinji replied, unsure.
Misato slapped her forehead and sighed.
"Uhhh…guess we're going to have to divide the chores another way then."
Shinji's eyes widened.
'Chores?' he thought. He then frowned, 'Gah…I've done enough chores back home to last me a whole lifetime? Don't tell me I'm going to have to clean this hole as well?'
He then looked around, getting a feel for his surroundings.
'Suppose it'll be easier then cleaning a cave and if it'll keep me on this woman's good side.'
He then inwardly frowned.
'But the second she starts treating me like a slave…'
Misato suddenly and impulsively smelt the air around her.
"Shinji?" Misato stated. "Eh…when was the last time you showered?"
"Showered?"
"Yeah…as in washed yourself?" Misato crossed her arms underneath her chest. "Cause' I'm sure the nurses didn't give you a sponge bath while you were out of it."
Shinji stared at her plainly once again, eliciting another worried sigh from her. He then smelled his left arm pit, his eyes then widened and he recoiled slightly.
"Yeah, notice you smell a bit ripe?" Misato smiled. "Why don't you take a shower and I'll fix dinner? Bathroom's down the hall."
Shinji looked down the hall from where the kitchen and dining area was, then proceeded to walk towards it. Misato suddenly and hastily added…
"You do…know how to use a shower, right?"
Shinji looked over his shoulder at her. He nodded then continued on his way, disappearing down the hall. Misato breathed a sigh of relief and rested her head on his hands and her elbows on the counter.
Phew…glad he remembers some things about taking care of himself and that'll spare me showing him how to…ewwww…
Her face went red.
…Embarrassing thoughts. Bad girl…bad Misato. Still…
She smiled.
Maybe this won't be so hard after all.
(SSJNYH)
CHIK-CHAK!
CHIK-CHAK!
Shinji safely removed his wrist computer and the devices around his arms and placed them near the sink, noticing his skin the devices covered was slightly pale, having the devices on his arms for a long time. He then watched his reflection in the mirror as he stripped himself, mentally counting the number of scars on his body and remembering the story behind each of them.
His first two scars on his left and right cheek when he first encountered the Kainde Amedha.
Five of them he received during training. Only two of them from his mother Gaun, and the rest of them from one of them more unforgiving teachers
Two of them during an off-world excursion where he had a near fatal experience with the Arcturians.
Three of them during his fight with the entity Bardiel when he was ten years old.
The long scar travelling down the length of his back, sustained by the Bad Blood who badly hurt Merl'we.
And those four fresh ones from his fight with the Kainde Amedha Queen. In all, sixteen scars in total.
Soon he was beneath the running water, quickly managing to figure out what those two taps were full: Hot and Cold. Even though spending so much time with the Yautja made his previous life on Earth a shadow, an almost forgotten memory, he still remembered some of the basics about living like an ooman, which to him was convenient.
He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair and tried to figure out his next move. He knew that this 'nerve' organisation had their hooks into him and were watching his every move now, and he couldn't risk contacting his fellow Hunters and risk getting them captured and having their technology (and not to mention honour) stripped from them. From being treated well and having his tech returned to him he a feeling that they wanted something else from him and he was in a seemingly inescapable position to give it to them. And they looked to be the kind of people that would force him to deliver.
His only ally, for the moment at least, was Misato Katsuragi. To him her kindness and easy-going personality made her a complete curiosity. He partly expected her to take pity on him, to only see him as an emotionally and mentally stunted child soldier that needed as much non-violent companionship and compassion as possible. He was more than willing to take advantage of her if it meant escape and, if need be, to get closer to his intended target: The only tie to this world he needed to erase. To kill him and take his skull and become a Blooded hunter, and therefore an adult.
But what he didn't expect is for her to heap upon him almost unheard of kindness. That is to take him into her home and offer to be his guardian for the duration of his time spent her. He could see in her eyes that she was sincere, and lonely.
"SQUAWK!"
He thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud-pitched avian squawk from right next to his left leg. He looked down, and froze when he saw he wasn't alone in the shower.
The source of that loud-pitched avian squawk looked right up at him curiously.
(SSJNYH)
Misato couldn't keep a smile off her face as she sat at the table and with her first Yebisu of the evening to her lips, with her dinner in front of her and untouched, Shinji's own food ready for him along with an extra chair on the other side of the table.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
One loud animalistic, primal scream was not enough to deter Misato as she took a sip of Yebisu, sighing and mentally scolding herself for not telling him about their other room-mate Pen-Pen. She only stopped drinking when said bird came squawking with terror out of the bathroom and jumping up onto her lap, shivering with fright. The shutters opened violently to reveal a wet, naked and angry Shinji Curved Blade wearing his wrist-equipment with blades extended, intent on skinning the bird alive.
Misato dropped her can of Yebisu at the sight of the physically scarred, naked hunter. "S-Shinji?"
He pointed at Pen-Pen, threateningly, "What that thing? What that thing is?"
"This is…uh…Pen-Pen, a new breed of warm-water penguin," Misato awkwardly said, taken back by the sight of Shinji. Not his nudeness, mind, but the amount of scarring on his torso, arms and legs. "He's living…here with us. Y'know, like a pet…"
"P-pet?" Shinji repeated.
"Yes."
Shinji relaxed, straightening his back and appearing pensive. "Oh. Sorry."
"Uh…Shinji…"
"Yes?"
She pointed at him, "You're…uh…undressed…"
He looked down at himself as if it wasn't a big deal. He then looked at her plainly. "So?"
"So…could you…maybe put…some clothes on?" Misato iterated cautiously; still shocked by the sight of him and trying to keep looking into his eyes, yet found herself looking him over.
Over the ungodly amount of scars he had, to be precise.
Shinji turned around and disappeared and back into the bathroom, closing the shutters behind him and giving Misato a brief look at his back, and not to mention his behind. The woman cringed, seeing even more scars on his back, and felt her blood run cold when she noticed the big one that ran the whole length of his back.
She put her hand to her mouth, still in shock but now her eyes wavering in disbelief.
"What kind of fucking creature would put a kid through…that?" she said to herself.
Pen-Pen squawked up at her and she subconsciously rubbed his forehead affectionately.
"I have no idea, Pen-Pen. Suppose it was worth asking, though."
(SSJYNH)
'Wow…this is bigger than my little space back on the ship.'
Fully clothed, Shinji stepped into the spare bedroom to see it fully furnished. A small desk, chair and a soft-looking single bed, with a steel briefcase on top of it. He stepped over to it and slowly opened it, and was relieved to seed it was full of his equipment but set in protective foam. His sword, his bio-mask, his combistick, his plasma-caster, his speargun, his remaining shurukin and speartips and his small-antiquated plasma gun.
Feeling cautious, Shinji activated his wrist computer and scanned it over his equipment. Immediately it started beeping and a holographic image of his bio-mask broadcasted, a red dot flashing on the forehead indicating a foreign presence. Frowning, Shinji reached for his mask and reached inside, his fingers coming across something ting, round and metal.
He reached for his dagger and pried the object out of his mask. Holding it between his left pointer and thumb, he tapped it with his right pointer before scanning it.
Either they think I'm stupid or they expected me to find this.
He dropped on the floor and put his heel down on it hard, destroying it.
What's next?
"Shinji!"
He heard Misato call out to him.
"Your food's getting cold."
On cue his rubbed his growling stomach and smiled.
(SSJNYH)
"AHHHHHHHH! Nothing like a cold beer after a long, hard day's work!"
Doing what exactly, if I may ask myself?
Having gotten over being bombarded with Shinji's hideously scarred nudity while slicing up Pen-Pen in a primal rage, Misato was happy guzzling down a Yebisu as Shinji, ignoring his knife and folk, picked at his food with his finger, resting his elbow on the table and his head on his hand.
Shinji's eyes lit up with delight when he finally put a piece of shrimp in his mouth, immediately savouring the taste and memories that flooded into his mind of his youth on Earth. Misato noticed and put her beer down.
"Wow, nice to see someone who enjoys my cooking for once," Misato smiled.
Shinji looked over at her, surprised
He then shrugged, "Food's food."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Misato replied, cheerily.
He then continued eating the rest of the shrimp, licking the juices off his finger. Misato stared as Shinji slowly ate small bite full with only his fingers, once again thinking about how his life must have been like off planet Earth.
Just by seeing this we can establish the bastards who held him don't use knives and forks and probably sit on the ground around a flaming spit at dinner time.
Jeez…it's like watching a tribal.
She then shook her head.
No scratch that! A tribal warrior!
Aw shit…I'm actually calling him a tribal, like someone who lives in a hut or a cave. I'm such a bitch!
"Done."
"Huh?" Misato looked up from her plate.
He sat up, wiping his hands on his flannel. "Done eating."
Misato looked at his still full plate.
"You know you haven't eaten in three days and just had little bit of what's on your plate," Misato pointed out. "Don't tell me you're actually full."
Shinji shook his head, "Still hungry. But can't eat much of new food. Otherwise…"
He pointed at his stomach and grimaced painfully. Misato took the hint.
"Oh…"
Smart kid. Probably does this every time he's forced to eat something nasty each time he goes to another planet to kill something ever nastier.
He turned and started towards the hallway.
"Where are you going now?"
"Tired," Shinji replied. "Sleep now."
He looked over his shoulder, smiling lightly, and sincerely at her. Misato suddenly felt her cheeks burn slightly, much to her surprise.
"Thank you, Misato Katsuragi."
He slid open the door into his room and closed it gently behind him, leaving Misato sitting there, dumbfounded, cheeks still red. Her guest that had just turned in for the night wasn't the determined, fearless alien hunter that had blow up an alien spacecraft and taken down an overgrown space bug…except when he had just almost beheaded Pen-Pen. Now he was just a quiet, slightly introverted, confused and possibly traumatised adolescent that had attached himself to her. Without his sword he was…a different person.
Then again, Misato herself was a radically different person when out of uniform. She stopped blushing and looked down at Pen-Pen, who was looking up at her from his small bowl of fish. He cocked his head at her and Misato sighed.
She then quietly resumed eating.
'I think taking him out of NERV was a mistake,' she thought. 'God help me, I have no idea how to deal with a kid like him.'
(SSJNYH)
Shinji grunted as he tossed, turned and tried to get comfortable on the soft mattress, which was a switch from what he was used to sleeping on back in his cave back on the homeworld. While he appreciated the extra head support in the form of a pillow, he was used to the soft-mixed-with-rock-hard feeling that only moss on the cave ground could provide.
He sighed and sat up on the bed. Two hours into the night and he just couldn't sleep; not when he needed to get back on the hunt that he had his tech back and could just simply disappear again. His fellow Yautja would know by now that the vessel carrying the Kainde Amedha was destroyed and the Queen having dissolved in a pool of her own blood. Now he just needed to find the man who ruined his life and present his head to his clan, then he would have proven more than enough to be Blooded and truly be part of the clan.
But he felt tired, and those three days unconscious in an ooman infirmary didn't exactly count as rest. He looked down at the floor next to the bed, which to him looked very comfortable. Tossing the covers off he grabbed his pillow and hurled it onto the ground, before getting off the bed and lying down on the ground, resting his head on the pillow.
After a few minutes he begun to drift, the carpet and the steel underneath it feeling comfortable to him. Another few minutes later he fell asleep.
Another hour later Misato came to check up on him and was surprised to see Shinji lying on the ground. That was when she stopped recollecting and last remembered sitting on the ground next to his door.
She sighed as she stood up and walked back to her room, slowing closing his door behind her.
(SSJNYH)
Another hour later…
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Shinji's left wrist-comp beeped and he woke up with a start, fully recognising that sound. He yawned, grimaced, then opened the panel on it, revealing a holographic projection of the apartment complex he was in and a green dot blaring on the rooftop.
He smiled, 'Mother, Nam, Merl'we! They found me!'
It then faded when he realised their illogical decision to contact him.
'They know I've been compromised. They wouldn't risk coming to get me and risk being captured. Unless…unless they know what they doing…yeah…'
He looked absolute in his reasoning.
"They know what they're doing."
Getting off the floor and making sure his eyes were adjusted to the dark he reached for his shorts and slipped then on. He then opened the steel briefcase, reached for his mask and put it on. Immediately his point of view was flooded with heat vision. He could make out Misato's sleeping form lying on her bed through the walls.
He blushed lightly, seeing that it was her exact outline. He then slowly rolled his bedroom door open and crept through the apartment towards the baloney. Following a failed attempt to open the glass door the first time, he saw that it was locked and, searching through his childhood memories, released the lock on it and stepped outside.
"Sqwark?"
Shinji froze when he recognised that sound. He turned around to see that avian with a glass of water in his left hand standing behind him, looking up at him curiously. Shinji narrowed his eyes glaringly at the creature, before raising his finger to his lips in a shush motion, then moved his thumb towards his neck in a 'I'll-slit-your-throat-if-you-dare -squawk-again motion.' The bird seemed to take the hint as his pupils diluted a bit in shock and he slowly but surely disappeared back into the kitchen and into his fridge, closing the door behind it slowly as if not to wake up Misato.
Smart little critter!
He shut the sliding door behind him and stepped onto the balcony. Looking upward he mentally scaled the height of the apartment complex from where he stood. He noticed the smooth slope that reached upward near the roof. He raised his gloved hands and tiny blades extended from his fingertips. He climbed up onto the railing and leapt over toward the slope, planting his feet onto the surface and driving his blades into the concrete. He then begun to climb up the building, noticing the large, bulky translucent figure standing on the rooftop, illuminated by the moonlight.
Nam. It has to be him. He always makes sure reaching him is difficult. It's because of him I scaled the largest rock back on the home world…
He climbed up as far as the slope went and climbed up to the smooth surface where it ends. He stood up and surveyed Tokyo-03, as if he were ready to go hunting.
"Curved Blade."
He turned around to see the large, bulky eight-foot tall monster of a humanoid materialising behind him. His smooth, metallic, gothic-looking mask the first thing he notices which complimented the heavy looking yet lightly jointed and connected armour he wore.
"M-di'h'dlak!" he bellowed at the boy.
"M-di'h'dlak. None at all," Shinji replied, his voice distorted by his mask.
"For killing the Kainde Amedha almost single-handily," Nam punched him in the shoulder affectionately. "We all watched. And honestly…"
He sounded softer.
"…I thought that they would mean the end of you."
Shinji took his mask off so that Nam could see his expression.
"Well, they weren't."
"And the oomans captured you afterwards," Nam growled in warning. "You still have your equipment? The ones that are NOT attached to you."
Shinji nodded hurriedly, "They gave it all back to me."
"They gave it back to you?"
"An act of goodwill, I think," Shinji answered. He then snorted, "Right after those oomans dragged me down into the GeoFront."
"GeoFront?" Nam questioned. "Like what Merl'we claimed to have smashed through to hunt one perverted Arcturian?"
"Yeah," Shinji sighed. "They're real. And I just escaped from one thanks to a female ooman."
"Female, eh?" Nam smirked behind his mask and crossed his arms. "The one I just saw you enter that building with?"
Shinji growled, not appreciating what he was suggesting, "I think she's trying to keep me under her thumb. Her…this organisation called 'nerve'. Some guy called The Commander runs the show and I think they've got plans for me if they're willing to give me back my tech."
"Hmm," Nam tapped the side of his mask.
"Also, they've got bio-weapons stored down there."
"Bio-weapons?"
Shinji gritted his teeth and closed his eyes shut in frustration, "They have mecha, biomechanical. What they call Artificial Human Evangelion."
Nam was silent for a few seconds, and Shinji could tell he was shocked behind his bio-mask, "You are kidding me, Curved Blade? It is not in your best interests to joke about this!"
Shinji uncharacteristically glared at him and replied, "No, I'm not."
"This is bad. They weren't suppose to be at this technological level!" Nam stated angrily. He then thought, 'Which means they salvaged whatever was left of the Giant of Light after all.'
He then clicked his mandibles in thought.
'The clan elder will be interested in this. VERY interested.'
Shinji sighed again, "What happens now."
"Now?" Nam looked down at him. "Now you just stay put. We need to know what these oomans are up to you and you're in a very convenient position. If you're as important to them as you say you are then they wouldn't risk harming you or putting you in a position where you would be forced to fight back."
Shinji shook his head, "They could be watching me right now, talking to you. They could be watching the both of us."
"So? It is not like certain oomans don't know we exist," Nam brushed him off. "And if they happen to be watching us right now, they will not act against us for fear of turning you against them….at least not yet."
He then squatted before him, balling his left hand into a fist
"Then we will deal with them appropriately. This much I vow."
Shinji smiled, raising his right fist and touching it against his. It was there that when Shinji was finally starting to relax that the older Predator decided to changed the subject.
"I see that you are living with said ooman female."
Shinji nodded, uncertain, "Yeah. She said I could stay with her until they decide what to do with me."
"She looks older than you."
"You noticed?"
"Yes, and you were naked before her and she looked like she enjoyed what she saw. I could learn a thing or too you when it comes to my own mates."
"Y-y-you saw that?" Shinji panicked.
"You do remember that now that you're at breeding age and practically Blooded you'll be expected to start siring pups?" Nam's mandibles twisted into a smirk. "Seriously, I think she'd be perfect as your mate."
Shinji face suddenly reddened even deeper and he stuttered, "Wha…what?"
"You heard me clearly, Curved Blade," Nam continued, enjoying making the ooman Predator squirm, "I've watched her through the walls of this here building. Even for a piece of Pyode Amedha she has such a body I wouldn't mind taking for myself if it weren't for her size and her face."
He scowled at his friend as he went on, quietly and huskily, inching his face closer to Shinji's left ear
"Her long, exotic hair. Those large, supple breasts. Those wide, pup bearing hips," Nam teased him relentlessly. "From watching you two fight the Kainde Amedha your relentless, unyielding strength, her intelligence and determination as sharp as ki cti-pa, it all equals to your seemingly perfect offspring…
"Enough!" Shinji sounded offended, his red face turning a deeper hue by the second.
"Well of course that will only happen once you have her lying before you, where you begin to put your seemingly unlimited stamina to better use. Take it from me, I could give you a few pointers on how to please your mates…"
Shinji's left eyelid twitched, "I'm getting angry now."
"What do you think Merl'we, the supposed most desirable female in the clan, would have to say about her?" Nam pressed on relentlessly. "I bet she would be pretty jealous of her. Or she just might think she just found her long lost sister."
"Uhhhhhh…." Shinji buried his face in his hands. "Kill me now."
His eyes shot open and he cringed as he felt Nam slapped him in the shoulder playfully.
"Seriously, you're not afraid of mating, right? I know all females are bigger and stronger than us and I still remember that I was a bit nervous when it came to my first time…"
"Wha…wha…NO!" Shinji exclaimed quickly. "I-I just don't think it's appropriate to do that with Misato…"
"Then you should browse through the city for someone that is appropriate," Nam said. "And take your time while you do it since we will be spending a whole season here...even after you claim his skull."
"What?" Shinji looked up at him, outraged. "Why?"
Nam then sounded serious, "Because that is how long we will need if we have deal with this 'nerve' organisation. And what they are keeping down there could threaten this world and the prey on it. For future generations still waiting to test themselves, this planet must still remain inhabitable."
He then crouched low so that his masked face was inches from Shinji.
"You understand this, right Shinji?"
'Shinji' glared, "My name is Curved Blade."
"Exactly! To us you are no longer human, but you are not Predator either…yet" Nam stood up straight. "Once you have claimed the skull of your only connection to this world then you can be considered one of us. Until then, things will play out the way they should."
"You want me to stay with 'nerve?'
Nam tapped a few buttons his wrist-comp, "Find out what they are up to. We can monitor everything they do from your comp from the ship. We will act once the time is right."
He then began to cloak….
"Good luck, Curved Blade. Whenever you need us, we will know. And we will be there. Count on it."
…and disappeared from sight, leaving Shinji standing there on the roof of the apartment complex. He looked down at himself, still glaring and starting to become angry at the prospect of being used. Not by his clansmen, but by the oomans.
Great.
He put his mask back on, immediately switch to thermal where he immediately glanced downward through the many heat signatures until his HUD picked Misato's sleeping, practically naked outline. Remembering Nam's teasing immediately made him blush and he begun to feel warm and fuzzy inside. He mentally cursed himself…
This is going to be hard.
(SSJNYH)
Having watched the exchange between human and Yautja from space via satellite from his desk Peter Weyland bristled his chin intently, knowing that the Predators were once again on Earth, having cleaned out the 'xenomorphs', but now appeared to be staying put. He was intrigued that this youngster was among them, and apparently one of them, but he was even more intrigued that it was determined that he was Gendo Ikari's son.
Gendo and Yui Ikari's son to be precise. Weyland smiled, remembering Yui from way back; from slightly better times.
"Let's see what your son can do, dear Yui."
He then pushed the speaker button on his phone.
"Mary?"
Yes, Mr. Weyland.
"Put me through to Schaefer. I got a job for him…"
(SSJNYH)
M-di'h'dlak – No fear
Looks like Curved Blade and the hell he's being through has Misato rethinking how she should act as his guardian, and she's finding it difficult because of her own…baggage. And Shinji's acting all bipolar? I mean, against his enemies he's a deadly force. In front of Misato and possibly other people he's…well…a mix of animeverse and mangaverse Shinji that speaks broken Japanese, and in front of his Yautja/Predator compatriots he's cynical, irritable and somewhat embarrassed.
Well, this is all I can do for this chapter. What do you think of that? Any thoughts? Any suggestions and how to handle the characters? Seriously, Evangelion is complex when it comes to what goes through the characters' heads.
And time for an Omake, my first one…and I'm sure this has happened at least once to every fan fic writer…at least in their minds anyway…heh…
-OMAKE-
"Uhhhhh …no…no…DEFINITELY no …"
The Author was reclining on his chair, his feet on the computer desk, a notepad on his stomach and a pen in his mouth. Empty cans of Sprite littered his computer room floor, having being drunk over a period of one hour as he racked his brain for more fan fiction ideas.
Suddenly…
"I GOT IT! PERFECT CROSSOVER"
He quickly sat up on his chair and begun typing away at his empty Word Document…
"So perfect…no one's ever thought of it before!"
He then heard fierce pounding on his front door. With his pen still in his mouth he got off his chair and walked over to the door. Throwing it open…
"Yeah, what can I…"
…he immediately felt a strong arm grasp him by the neck and lift him off the floor.
"AWWWKKK…DA FUCK?"
"YOU DARE TO INCLUDE ME IN YOUR LITTLE FANTASY?" the man who had knocked on his door bellowed at him as he held in the air.
"K-Kratos?" the Author choked out, recognise the ghostly-looking, bald-headed, tattooed, angry looking spartan warrior
"I WILL NOT BE ASSOCIATED WITH THAT COWARDLY LITTLE WORM AND HIS TITAN ABOMINATION! YOU HEAR ME, SCRIBE?"
The Author quickly, the mere presence of the Ghost of Sparta in real life immediately blowing his mind.
"Good," Kratos spoke calmer. "Now…"
He was then hurled across the living and slammed into the wall, cracking the paper. He then slid down onto the ground. He then pulled out a small notepad.
DO NOT CROSS EVANGELION OVER WITH…
Killzone
Call of Duty
Madworld
…and he added to it.
God of War.
And then promptly lost consciousness for the fourth time…in one day.
Heh heh, so what do you think?
Oh, and 'God of War' is owned by Sony Computer Entertainment and Santa Monica.
