A/N: This is my first ever fanfic. So, rip it apart if you want, criticism is always welcome.
brief heads up. The cannon will probably be tossed out the window and stuck by a bus at some point. I'm writing this purely for entertainment and having fun. I had an idea for a strange take on an OC type story. Kind of like a third wheel character who doesn't belong.
One last thing, Authors Notes may end up being rare. I think they take away from the story, but I may end up putting them at the bottom if I have something to say. With that being said, keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times, Enjoy!
A new dawn greeted the busy city with a gentle cool breeze. The sun peeked over the horizon, lighting the sky with a soft pink that slowly faded to blue.
In a more than… humble little house. A young man stirred in his bed, slowly his eyes began to open. He sat up and rub the soreness of sleep out of his eyes. Standing up on his feet, He made his way to the bathroom. The mirror showed him the uselessness of sleep as dark purple bruise-like lines hung beneath his eyes. The boy let out an unamused hum. He brushed his teeth and took a shower.
Just another boring day, The boy sighed as he pulled a black hoodie hover him. He gazed out his cracked window to look at the rising sun that illuminated his home city, Vancouver. A hand ran through his messy, long, dark brown hair. Not caring to brush it, as a result, his hair was all over the place. His icy cool gray eyes burned with dryness. He took slow and scratchy blinks, an irritating way to start the day. Why were is eye so damn dry? The moisture in the air almost doubled since the second impact. With a sight he looked again outside, almost as if on cue, gray clouds rolled in and the sound of a gentle thumps of rain echoed throughout Vancouver.
Most of the time, Western Canada was victim to cool rain. Sometime an eerie warm breeze would accompany it. Today however, it was a colder day.
The boy hummed as he looked out into the rain. Then he blinked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl, almost as pale as him. Her eyes, form what he saw, were red. He was sure it wasn't a trick of the eye, she had blue hair. It was long and soft looking, some may say beautiful. Her attire contained of what looked to be a school uniform.
She was staring at him, He stared back. Unlike many others who did a double take or blinked out of surprise, he lazily stared back as if nothing was wrong with a seemingly teleporting woman that was wearing a school girl outfit.. Everyone had their own...quirks to them, right?
He was use to the dryness of not blinking. Three minutes of non stop eye contact was a rather easy feet for him. He met her gaze head on with a deadpan expression. He wasn't too bothered with a pretty girl looking at him, but he wasn't too thrilled about it either. What was more disconcerting was her eyes flashed red as she smiled at him, with a cute head tilt. This made him feel like he was in a horror movie.
The rain behind the strange girl faded into a crimson red. The sun seemed to have been snuffed out. A bright red singular point sparkled on the horizon. He looked to it, then back to the girl, who seemingly decided to stay for a bit. His blood shot eyes closed. They opened again to see the girl, that was once outside, now in his house sitting on the chair across from him. She still had an ever present soft smile. His eyes lowered, deciding to consciously blink again, she was still there. This seemed to bring some sort of amusement to the young woman as her smile grew more.
The boy wasn't stupid, he knew reality pretty well. Sometimes it was harsh, sometimes it was beyond fiction. This was real alright. He could smell the iron from outside. He could also smell the girls sent, a soft lavender odor.
Siting back and crossing his legs, the boy hummed. His calmness was tested like never before...he had to talk to a girl.
"...Hi." He managed to croak out, his voice was scratchy from not being used in a while.
"Greeting." She replied. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Soft and soothing, yet it carried a certain strength to it. Something that he couldn't explain.
"...If I could be so bold to ask, what's your name?" He said, lacking enthusiasm or even care. He knew his charisma was his lowest stat, but this was ridiculous.
The girl giggle, finding more of her odd humor that he didn't catch on to. She smiled at him.
"That won't be necessary, soon you'll have all the information you need." She paused for a second and frowned slightly.
"Unfortunately, however, you will forget the needless information."
He looked at her with a blank expression.
"...Okay. May I ask what's happening, or 'em I going to find out 'Soon enough'?" he ask, using his fingers to help with his quotations.
She smiled once again.
"I can answer this. You have made me quite curious, you didn't hesitate when you saw me. Only those who's life will test the world can see me. I believe that you can help bring about a something beautiful. I want you to help one of my friends who lost his way many times over, help him achieve a happy ending, help everyone achieve a happy ending" She explained.
The boy blinked, he wasn't expecting that.
"So...why? I mean, I'm nothing special. To put it bluntly, I'd say I'm below arrange at best. Hell, I can't even sleep properly let alone change fate as we know it type of deals." He rubbed the back of his head and frowned. Looking away from the bluenette.
She tilted her head and grinned.
"Incorrect. You may come from nothing, but that doesn't mean you are nothing. You have great strength and courage. You haven't argued the possibilities of my words and accepted them, nor have you expressed fear of the unknown."
The boy huffed a laugh as he gestured outside.
"It's raining blood and there's a bright shining red star over the hill and far away. Let's not forget you kinda just appeared out of thin air. Now here you are siting in front of me, smiling at who knows what and telling me my destiny is far greater than a shoe box. Let's be real, I don't think I can do anything about you, little miss disappear, and the ketchup falling from the sky, even if I wanted to."
The girl held her hand to her mouth and let out a chuckle.
"You are an interesting boy." she said.
"I have made the correct decision in picking you." she chirped, looking pleased.
As fast as her smile came, it was lost again.
"I understand that this maybe a lot to take in and from a stranger no less. I will not force you into this, it is your choice to make." She smiled at him with a new motherly warmth.
He sat there and glanced back at the shimmering red light dancing in the rain. Scratching at his neck, He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Sure, why not. It's not like I have anything else to do." He opened an eye and looked at her with a cheeky grin. "...Say, don't you want to know thou knight in shining armour's name? I don't believe you've asked."
The bluenette shook her head with a giggle.
"I am already aware of thy name, young knight." she played along, "alas, this is considered a part of the needless information you'd forget." she flipped back to a small frown.
"I'm not going to forget how to breath 'em I? Cause that would suck." he asked. "Also...does that mean I will forget about my parents?" Looking over to a photo on the wall, it had a tall thin man standing next to a beautiful woman, both wearing bright smiles as a small child stood between them. The photo he kept so dear to him, for the sake of remember his late parents.
She looked down.
"First, no, you will not forget the vital functions of your body. The second...I do not know."
The boy sighed and shrugged.
"It won't matter anyways, if I forget, it's no big deal. Right? What's there to be sad about if I can't remember it."
The girl bit her lip and tugged on her skirt. That sounded to familiar to her. The sentiment of being okay with forgetting something you hold dear or something that brought you joy was...disturbing. His careless half-assed grin didn't sit well either.
"Are you sure?" Her red eyes locked with his gray ones.
"...Yup."
She winced, but nodded. The girl walked to him and placed her forehead to his.
"The path you walk is an unpleasant one." Her hands found their way to his and interlocked with them. "But you are not alone. There will be people who will care for you, people who love you. The reverse is true also. Do not fear the illusion of power. I will be there when you need me...and so will a mother's love."
With that, the boy fell unconscious to experience the first of many nightmares.
His world spun out of control as he lost the fight with the ground. Tremors shook his body too no end. His blood shot eyes dilated and throbbed. He remembered things that didn't seem to belong to him. His memories cannibalize each other. Causing a great deal of pain, he felt as if his head would split in two. Blood trickled from his mouth.
After walking up the effect were immediate. Memories failed him and so did everything else. He dragged himself to the bathroom, his body temperature was rising beyond uncomfortable levels. Filling the bathtub full of freezing water, he threw himself in. If he could open his eyes without his world revolving around him, he would have seen the steam rise from his body.
He attempted to relax and reel in his senses, the spinning died down, but the shaking persisted. With heavy and soggy cloths, he pulled himself out of the now warmed water. He staggered to the sink and latched as if it were a lifeline. With ragged breaths, he looked to the mirror to see a boy he did not recognize. Messy brown hair, gray eyes, and sickly skin. When the mirrored figure copied his movements, he realized that this was him, this is what he looked like. …A zombie.
The world steadied itself, his shaking slowly dissipated. He let out a heavy sigh and walked out of the bathroom. Getting out of his dampened cloths and throwing on dry ones, he sat down by the cracked window. The chair creaked as he leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Trying to remember something at least.
Nothing. Nothing about where he was or even his name. He remembered he was in Vancouver, and by deduction, this was his house or where he squatted. He didn't remember moving here however. Sighing in annoyance, he set his sights on a picture. There was a thin man and a woman with a child between them. He tilted his head, he couldn't recognize them. He shrugged. Maybe if this was his home, they were his parents? He didn't care enough to follow that thought, they were strangers to him regardless.
Closing his eyes, he dug through his mind to see if he could remember anything else. A name popped up. His name was … Shinj? No, that didn't feel right. His name was Shinji … his name was …Shinji. No matter how hard he tried, that name kept popping up. For some reason he knew it wasn't his name, so who's was it? He kept searching through his mental library. He found all sorts of things. Warm memories of people he cared about, people he never seen before. Misato, Ritsuko, Kaji, Mari, Rei, Toji, Kensuke, and a particular girl with hair as red as fire. Asuka. For reasons the boy wasn't sure of, his face felted warmer then before.
He dug deeper and found somethings that should have been left to rot. Cold and fearful memories. A man he, for some reason, knew as father. Gendo. That name alone sparked something in the boys chest. Hatred. Red hot burning anger and anguish overwrote his emotions as his fists clenched. He moved on to the others. NERV, SEELE, creatures known as Angels, and a boy name Kaworu. Kaworu brought feelings of sorrow, betrayal, and other complex feelings. Confused emotions didn't even describe what he felt when he thought about the boy in question.
More images flashed in his mind. Scenes of; hardship, pain, sadness, and self pity. In light of that, there where scenes of; happiness, friendship, love, laughter, quietness, and closeness. It made him sway slightly as he lived through what felt like life times. His mind seem to understand that these alien thoughts did not belong to him. If this was the case, then why did he remember them?
In a moment, he felt old. Something that should have died long ago. His age seemed meaningless to him now, a decade seemed like a blink. It also didn't help that he couldn't remember his age either. His body lurched forward as he opened his eyes. Like a salmon going back to it's stream, the boy felt an urge to go somewhere. Almost as if he was being puled by a magnet. His brain clicked as he found out where he wanted to, no, where he needed to go.
Tokyo-3.