Gendo's Need Part 4

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It was a slow hunt, the prey was quick, cunning, and willing to hurt itself to avoid divine justice.

"Damn it, PenPen!" cried Misato, as she looked at the injured penguin that had just run into her arms. "How do you keep getting to those knives?" she wondered, as she cradled the injured bird that had just run into her franticly.

Since she was staring at the cabinet she had locked the knives in—PenPen had cut himself no less than fifteen times this month—she missed the worried look the bird was giving over her shoulder.

Thus, she missed the sight of Shinji, sitting at the table behind her, holding up her gun, and pointing it at the bird that had tortured him so. Ever since his failed attempt to flee from NERV, EVA, and his father, the bird had taken every opportunity to alert Rei to where Shinji was hiding.

Shinji had had enough and was going to start working on his List.

"Oh dear," said Misato, missing the scene between the two, focusing more on the injured bird in her arms. "We'd better head back to the vet. I just wonder how the hell you keep getting into those knives."

Shinji just mouthed the words "next time" to the departing bird, as he hid the gun once more inside his backpack, before Misato could see it. He did enjoy the look of panic on the bird's face.

As soon as Misato shut the door to the apartment, Shinji whipped out his cell phone, dialing a number.

"Hello?"

"Yes," said Shinji. "Where is the target?"

"Oh, um..." said the voice, as it tried to locate the thing he was supposed to track. "Still at the school," it said quickly.

Shinji nodded as he closed the phone. It was amazing how loyal some people could be, especially Bridge Bunnies, and especially when you offered them the names of surgeons who had ... similar ... dealings with other victims of his father.

"I do have one more call to make," he smirked, as he dialed the veterinarian's office. It was time PenPen got ... fixed.

Makoto giggled somewhat insanely, as he called the number Shinji had given to him for his part in the deal.

"Yes, Mr. Hyuga," said the tired voice of the secretary. It had not been the first time he had called that day ... or hour. "The appointment is still confirmed at fourteen-thirty tomorrow."

Makoto gave a childish giggle as he hung up the phone once again.

"Should we be a bit worried?" asked Maya, as she looked across the station to the eunuch.

"The less we know, the safer we are," said Shigeru.

Shinji quickly packed his bag for the night for another round of "hide from the self-proclaimed wife". The only reason he constantly came back to the apartment was to finish seeking his revenge on the bird. He figured as long as he changed his location, his chances of being captured once again by his father were constantly slim.

He didn't even want to think anymore about the dear doctor who 'checked' him out after every time he was 'recaptured'. The less said about the almost always drunken faux-blond, the better. He was pretty sure that they had better methods for taking temperatures than sticking things up his butt. And he prayed that whatever wasn't put up there was never meant to be and never had been there in the first place. "Cult-babies never reintegrate well back into society," he murmured.

He was just glad that his recent capture had made it medically unfit for him to return to school until tomorrow.

He barely made it to the door when he spotted a note taped to it.

"Shinji, take Rei's new ID to her after she gets out of school. EVA-00 test today. Misato."

Shinji growled. This meant someone was likely going to be watching him to ensure he did it, and it wouldn't surprise him if Rei's new ID had a tracker in it to ensure he was taking it. He had counted on having more time to find a secure location for the night, as well as contact his lawyer about getting emancipated.

"I have no idea why they keep rejecting my application though," Shinji murmured. Really, couldn't these people see how bad of a parent his father was? "Are people really so stupid?" he asked.

Sighing, he put his backpack on and went to grab the ID for ... Rei. "Maybe I can find someone to run it to her at school," he pondered. Pass it off to someone else, then hop a bus, maybe find a nice spot in the woods for the night.

"Dude, just drop it," growled Toji.

"But I'm serious man," said Kensuke excitedly, "they have like this major temple in New Berlin and everything."

"I am not joining a cult with you," said the sports fanatic. "That's just nuts!"

"But we'll get to pilot Evangelions!"

"Then go join by yourself!"

"Are you crazy?" asked Kensuke. "No one joins a cult by themselves; you need friends to join with you."

Toji could only blink at his friend. "Man, you're fucked up, you know that?"

Kensuke smiled as he nodded. "And that's why I know I'll be made a pilot when I enter."

Toji shook his head. "I really need ta get some new friends."

"Hey Ken?"

The duo turned to spot the source of the voice.

"Shin-man," said Toji, glad to finally see someone without insanity. "What's up?"

"I need one of you guys to run this to Ayanami," Shinji said, as he held out the ID.

"Fuck no!" yelled Toji, not wanting to risk being anywhere near the NERV girl. She had shown up to class wearing a uniform covered with badges that looked like Shinji, and was showing everyone a diamond ring that she said "was bought by the family for her". And since she went from quite-shy-creepy girl to happy-married-obsessed girl, he was staying as far away from her as possible.

"Sure!" yelled Kensuke. After all, never hurt to have the family running NERV owe you a favor.

The two watched as Kensuke ran towards the school, hoping to catch Rei before she left.

"He needs some serious help," said Toji, sighing and reminding himself never to accept any food or drink from the boy.

Shinji shrugged, before he turned. "You know when the next bus leaves?"

"You leaving?"

"Duh," said Shinji. "You think I wanna stay here?"

"But I thought you had ta defend the city or something like that," said Toji. Not that he minded the guy running. If it wasn't for his sister needing the hospital care—he did wonder why they entertained the children with a large purple dinosaur wearing a military NERV uniform—he'd have run himself. He was certain his father might too, but for some odd reason; the man just wasn't the same since they moved there. All he did was occasionally come home, go to his room, and make high pitched whimpering noises.

"Let them train a monkey to do it," said Shinji. "The last thing I want to do is be anywhere near those nuts. If you want to do it—"

"SHINJI-KUN!"

He paled, seeing the face of true horror itself peeking out from the third floor window. "Shit, she saw me," he said quietly, as he turned to run. If he was quick, he could loose her.

This is then why he was surprised when he ran face-first into an invisible wall.

Toji just blinked as the boy hit ... something, and collapsed out cold. "Damn, I really need to get away from here."

Rei nodded slowly; as she ended the AT Field she had projected. Hopefully, no one at NERV would have noticed that power spike. Now all she had to do was go down there, claim her husband, and head to NERV for her test. They might even allow her to skip it, as she needed some time with her beloved.

"Cool," said Kensuke in awe. "Man, I so wanna be in this cult if they can do that!"

Rei slowly looked at the boy. Perhaps he could be of some use to the service of Lilith. Commander Ikari always did say that they needed more eunuchs in the world. And somehow, the idea of this boy growing up and breeding ... disturbed her.

Shinji slowly came to, wondering why he had a splitting headache.

"Feeling better, are we?"

A sudden chill went down his back, hearing that voice. "Um ... yeah, Doc," he said quietly, praying that nothing new was about to be or had been shoved where the sun didn't shine.

Doctor Akagi was sitting on a nearby desk, smoking a cigarette, and glaring at him. "You better be, and you better explain why you ran into a wall."

"Because it was a sidewalk the last time I looked," answered the boy. "Unless the Old Man found a way to slip hallucinogens into my food again."

"Again?" she asked, only bare surprise on her face, aside from bags under her eyes from late nights out.

Shinji slowly nodded, checking his nose in a nearby mirror to ensure it was okay. He'd rather save his plastic surgeon for when he needed to make a new identity. "Yeah, some cult that he needed me to be some 'seer of the future' or some bullshit," said Shinji. Truthfully, he didn't remember much about the events, since he was usually tripping out of his mind, but the court documents seemed to indicate it was one of the few cults his father didn't try to sell him.

"Oh, that reminds me," he said, as he reached into his backpack—and was a little shocked that the clothes he had packed were gone—and offered her a business card.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Cult-baby support group. You know they got their own political party now? The Old Man's really pissed off a good number of people."

"Why is there an advertisement for Alcoholics Anonymous on the front?"

"You've been drinking how long since you found out you were a cult-baby?" he asked.

"Whatever," she said, putting out her cigarette, as she looked at the card. Whatever it was, it had to be better than drinking with Misato all night. Maybe she wouldn't wake up again wearing Hello Kitty panties, and wondering where they came from.

Seeing as how she wasn't about to check his colon again—and the fact he wasn't going to press her luck and hand her a second card for a support group of all the people Gendo Ikari slept with—he decided to ask the next question on his mind. "Um ... where are my clothes?"

Ritsuko shrugged. "I think Rei took them."

"And the handcuffs on my feet?" he asked, raising his feet enough to show that he was in fact chained to the bed.

Ritsuko actually blinked at that. "How the hell'd she do that without me knowing?" she asked. "Don't worry, I got a key. You'd be surprised how often I have to uncuff people here."

"Never mind," said Shinji, as he reached back into his backpack, pulling out a small key ring. "Looks like a Beta-7 series," he muttered, as he went through a ring full of similar keys.

"Get handcuffed often?"

Shinji glared at her. "Did anyone here even look into my past before they dragged me here?"

"No," she snorted, as she walked away. At least he hadn't asked why she had a personal key for handcuffs.

A boy of fourteen was making his way around the lonely corridors of NERV, dressed in only a bed sheet like a toga, on top of a medical gown, a backpack on his back.

"She even took my underwear," he grumbled, as he tried to remember the layout of his place. He knew he had little time to flee. If he didn't make it out of there before Rei finished her test, he'd be right in the belly of the beast: his father's home turf and he preferred not to be corralled by the security forces towards the pale-skinned beauty that had declared herself his wife.

"Bastard probably filed papers too," he muttered. He'd have to contact his lawyer about that. Last thing he wanted was to be hunted because his Old Man made him a polygamist.

Now, if he could just remember if he had to take a left, a right, or the center corridor.

"Sir!"

A groan escaped his lips, as he turned around, spotting several NERV guards. "What?" he spat out.

"We are to take you to your EVA, sir," said the middle guard. "An Angel has been spotted heading towards us."

"And I should care because...?"

"You are the only available Eva pilot. Unit-00 hasn't been cleared for use."

"Send her in Unit-01," said Shinji, as he tried to head towards the center corridor.

"I love it when they run," said the guard, as he reached behind himself and pulled out a length of rope.

"Prepare to launch the Eva when Shinji's inside," ordered Gendo.

"Ikari," said Kozo, as he watched the guards bring in the pilot, "maybe we should have them untie him first?" The Third Child was currently struggling, wearing a mangled toga that was torn in several places, and hogtied.

Gendo nodded. "Are we sure it wouldn't be seen by him as coddling him?" The man was wondering if he needed to take a rougher approach on the boy. He's showing too much resistance to my will, no family loyalty at all. And after all I did for him...

Kozo wanted to cry.

Ramiel floated towards the city as it tried to decide what to do. Not wanting to risk his fellow-Angels making him look like his brother had been—and having no desire to wait behind after his brother had returned and started to 'whoop ass and take names'—and since Ramiel himself had been the major voice behind the little change—he felt the need for choosing his new form and quickly.

Thus, his form was a floating fortress, something that was almost impossible to take out. After all, he didn't want to take the chance his brother might come down again and have a little chat.

"Now let's see; these Lilim don't understand us, so I need to dumb-down this.

"Let's see, I have this... Maybe I can try Morse Code."

The Angel paused a bit, wondering when someone would come up to great him.

Soon, he felt the presence of Shadow that had whooped his brothers' asses. "Okay, now be real careful; don't want to get my ass kicked too. So, let's see, power up my laser beam, and let's send the message that way so they can't miss it.

"Okay, dash... Uh-oh. This ain't good."