Evangelion Rewrite

Author's Note: So I've decided to create an author's note for this FanFic just to warn people that I've changed some of the character's just a tad bit from the original anime. Most noticeably, Shinji. While it is up to you whether you read this or not, I ask you to give this new Shinji a try (and some of the other characters that have also been noticeably changed). Because you might even like him and others as appropriate FanFic characters.

End of Author's Note

Shinji's eyes opened and his pupils dilated to the sudden introduction of light shining through a torn up curtain covered in holes. He lay still for a few moments in order to let the light wash over him. The door shudderd as knocking noises fill the room.

"Shinji!" Boomed a voice as the door rattled. "Shinji! I know you're in there, open this damn door right now!" Shinji got up and staggered over to the door, wiping the tiredness from his eyes. Upon opening the door, he is greeted by the sight of a large African-American staring down at him. "Shinji. Have you got my money?" he asked.

"Oh, do you mean your rent money, Sam? Well I thought we agreed that I pay you four weeks worth of rent every month. But aren't we only three weeks into this month?" Shinji lazily fired this reply to the giant of a man.

"You're forgetting about last months rent, Shinji, and you only managed to pay the rent before that by selling your cello." Sam intimidatingly growls at Shinji.

"I loved that cello." Shinji says with a reminiscent voice looking up at Sam and smiling. Sam, however, contorted his face into an even deeper grimace and forced his left fist into Shinji's stomach with alarming power. Dropping to the floor, Shinji coughed and spat out drool. "I guess that I'm going to be pissing out blood tonight." He muttered to the floor.

"You have three days to pay me Shinji or I'll kill you in your sleep and god help me Shinji you know I will." Sam threatened as he bent down to Shinji's level. "You have a letter." He added after, grabbing hold of Shinji's hair, harshly slapping an envelope against his face and leaving. "Thanks Sam!" Shinji shouted into the corridor "I swear we become better friends every day!"

Shinji held his gut with one hand as he pulled himself back towards his orange rusted bed, with a yellow lumpy mattress. When he got to it, he rolled over on top and opens the letter. A photograph fell against his face. So he levitated the photo with a huff of air and caught it in midair. Studying the picture, he saw a young adult woman wearing a light yellow shirt, which exposed a deadly cleavage. "Nice tits." Shinji muttered as he looked the photograph over on both sides, only giving a glimpse at the info. Opening the drawer next to him, not paying any attention to the handle falling off after it opens, Shinji pulled out a heap of pictures and looked over them. "Well this makes one more to add to the collection." He paid particular attention to the photo of the young woman in her military suit and again with another picture of her in a light tank top. Moving one hand against the bruise forming on his gut, Shinji gave a closer look at the details written on the newest photo that he received earlier. 'Fine, I'll go join them at Nerv.' He thought and smirked at the thought of reuniting with his father. 'Yes, today should be the day in which I turn to face him and stop running away.' With this last thought, Shinji got off of the bed and moved towards the drawer. In an instant, he ripped his worldly possessions out of the drawer, money, photographs of the girl, clothes and packets of ciaggerettes, he threw it all in a pile on the floor. Reaching into the back of the drawer he pulled out a switch blade and hide it in his pocket, then he folded up the newest photo and also slipped that into the same pocket. Then he pulled out a lighter from his other pocket and flicked it until a small flame jumped into life. Letting it live delicately for a while, he threw the small flame into the pile as well, creating a fire in the middle of the room. Shinji opened the window and climbs out down a pipe, after hitting the floor, he looked up to see smoke follow him from behind in a trail that drifted off into the sky.

The cicadas were making their usual racket in the distance somewhere, but that didn't matter to Shinji as he leaned against a telephone box. He was more focused on the mystery woman being late... and the damn telephone not working. Gazing into the distance he reached into his secondary pocket for some smokes but realized too late that they were gone and so instead he let his hands drop as weakly as his gaze.

A blue haired girl appeared in the distance, Shinji's eyes refocused in an instance, but in that instant she was gone. Instead, a rumble appeared in her place and followed by a large crashing noise as a monstrous black creature stepped onto a small car and squashed it flatter than paper. The towering nightmare looked like something out of a kid's nightmare and gave Shinji a scare, as he took a stronger stance in case he had to run. An explosion brought a horrid, thick smell to the air and Shinji was just about to run for his life when a slim, blue car screeched to a stop in front of him. "Sorry, did I keep you waiting?" The young female driver asked when the car door opened. Shinji stood up slowly and took out the photograph giving it a hard stare before giving the woman a glance. "Nah, this isn't the right person, she's not showing enough cleavage." He said drly, after putting the photo back in his pocket.

"Hey now, don't you think that there are better times to be messing around?" She questioned Shinji. But he just shrugged in return and went into a crouching position letting his eyes go unfocused again until another explosion knocked him off balance and a falling car crushed the telephone box next to him. "Fine." Shinji finally said, whilst getting back up, "I'll go with you" and with this, Shinji got in the passenger seat of the car, allowing the driver to put the pedal to the floor and speed them out of immediate danger.

Fire leapt across the monster and light beamed off of it's body as missiles impacted against it with no effect. Miltary issue helicopters darted around it, firing all manner of explosives and making themselves look more like annoying gnats in the process. A group of military men watched the carnage in a control room, every moment of destruction displayed on a large screen. Finally one of them stood up and barks an order. A man using a red telephone nodded.

The blue car made it's way out of danger and was, for now, safe outside the inner area of the city. The driver studied what happed outside, through Shinji's window, with a pair of binoculars, cramping him in the process. "No... they can't be." She whispered to herself. "Get down!" She yelled all of a sudden and pined herself on top of Shinji. A great, blinding light created a second sun with the force of god and a destructive shock wave blasted the car into the air, before it fell back down to earth, rolling on the ground like the worst wreckage, until it crashed against a large mound of dirt.

Both Shinji and the driver leaned against the car after having made it out of the ruined vehicle alive. "Are you alright?" She asked him. Shinji responded by spitting out a mudball of dirt. "Well you look fine, okay, stand up and HEAVE HO!" She said this and started pushing her back against the car in an attempt to force it over. Shinji got up and helped her until the car is back on it's wheels. "Well, thanks for your help." The driver declared to Shinji with a victorious smile.

"I've forgotten your name." Shinji declares in a less than humourous manner.

"Just call me Misato." She says with the same smile.

"Shinji will do for you then." Shinji replied with.

Misato frowned at his bluntness, but smiled again and pleasantly said "I'm glad I've finally met you. Shinji Ikari-kun."