Neon Genesis Evangelion (owned by GAINAX).
When the Sea Turns Black
1
By: Ecelsiore
It has been seventeen years…
Seventeen years since "the accident" occurred.
Seventeen years since the klaxons were last heard.
Nevada, NERV Headquarters (formerly NERV Second Branch)
In one of the steel halls, the rhythmic thumping of shoes making contact with the floor was heard as a woman ran through it.
She was struggling to put her left arm into her jacket as she continuously shouted at her cell phone. She used her head and right shoulder to wedge in the phone, and with her right arm free, she held her jacket in place as her other arm wormed its way through the bright red sleeve. From her right jacket pocket she produced a crimson beret. On it was a symbol that indicated her rank as Captain. She put it on head as best as she could.
From her other pocket she pulled out a half-eaten turkey sandwich. "Ach, it's wet!" she commented before taking a bite.
"What are you, stupid?!" she shouted, dropping her sandwich in the process. "Dammit!"
"Yochiro, no one is going to die under my comma--You're there? Good, just stay in your entry plug and wait for further orders." She added.
With that, the woman turned off her phone and entered an elevator. As she waited for the elevator to reach its destination, she took the time to straighten her jacket and beret. She brushed back the locks of auburn hair that were starting to tickle her nose. The clicking of the elevator stopped, indicating that she was on the right floor.
She stepped out into the chaos that was awaiting her.
As she looked around, she saw some techs that were frozen in place as they stared at the monitors. Those who weren't either frantically typed at their consoles or ran around with information printouts. Everyone was yelling out procedures. One of the technicians, Mana Kirishima, noticed her arrival and awaited any questions or commands.
"What's going on?" the Captain yelled at her. "Why didn't the observation center detect it?"
"It simply appeared about six kilometers from the city!" she stated.
The Captain looked up, and saw both the Commander and Vice-Commander looking from their office. Both of them were standing like two monoliths behind the glass windows from where they were watching.
On the outside, Asuka Langley Soryu was as calm as a Hindu cow. If only the situation was not as serious, anyone who might steal a glance might not be able to look away. In her red jacket, beret, and a black skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, she looked absolutely stunning. Anyone who knew Misato Katsuragi would have been shocked at the resemblance.
"Where is it now?" Asuka asked a female technician.
"The target is currently four kilometers from the city and closing. Pattern Orange. No AT field is being detected."
"No AT Field? What is this?" Asuka said.
The screen showed a sphere hovering above the desert that surrounded the city. It seemed to be taking its time, like a predator stalking its prey. It did not look dangerous, everyone in NERV knew what these things are capable of, either from watching the tapes or the few that knew from experience.
Asuka was one of those experienced with Angel attacks, but any two angels are as different as night and day. Their attack patterns, behavior and intelligence level vary so much that no generalizations can be given, save for their use of AT fields and their blue pattern.
She already hated it.
Had this happened seventeen years ago, Asuka would be in her beloved Unit- 02, sharpening her claws and flinging insults at Baka-Shinji. She would be proclaiming that she was the best pilot, while counting the ways she could rip the Angel to shreds. However, her piloting days were long gone. All she could do now was sit at the sidelines and dish out the orders. And although she wouldn't readily accept it, she was beginning to get nervous.
'Scheiße! I've lived with Baka-Shinji far too long. I'm becoming a worry wart.' She thought. She tried to think of something else as his mere name brought out memories that she was still trying to forget. She tensed up a bit as the Evangelions were prepped in the cages. 'Here we go Soryu, it's showtime.'
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As Yochiro Mizushima sat in his entry plug, he tried desperately to block out everything that was happening around him. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, and gripped the butterfly controls a little harder, fearing that his shivering loosened his hold.
He started to think about how his life had turned upside down and inside out two years ago, when he received the letter at his aunt's front door. "FOR YOUR EYES ONLY" it said.
At first he thought it was a joke. A bad one. But after careful observation, he realized that no one would go out of their way to trick him with this letter. With this realization, he became excited about it. After all, he did not receive many, and the message on it reminded him of the old James Bond movies he watched. He opened the letter as quickly as he could, and carefully read what the message had for him.
Little did he know that by accepting the job stated in the letter, his life as he knew it ended. He was now the Seventh Child, designated pilot of Evangelion Unit-04, and was to become a savior of the world. It sounded surreal. In the fourteen years of his life, the word "adventure" or "danger" never came up. Now, he was supposed to pilot a 40-story high, silver robot that he had only heard of and seen in documentaries.
During the first six months, he struggled to get through his new setting. He was now a resident of Vegas-02, the city that held NERV headquarters. He lived with Captain Asuka Langley, a gorgeous woman, whose demeanor just about defies all explanation. He went to a new school, considered by many as the best academic center in the world, and school of the children NERV's employees had. He had to adjust to speaking English at an everyday basis.
And the tests. The damn tests. Hours and hours of tests. What Yochiro wouldn't do for NERV to take the tests out of their agenda. He began to despise being a pilot, and for a time he considered running away. He sighed to himself as he remembered how he decided not to run. He was--
"Tighten your grip a little harder, and you might actually break the controls."
Yochiro almost jumped after hearing Jubei Takeyama, designated Fourth Child and pilot of Evangelion Unit-03.
"I… I was just making sure… it's just that I… you know how I get…"" Yochiro answered softly.
"Yeah, I can't argue with you… I'm feeling a little nervous myself," Jubei replied, "but what can we do, we can't expect it to simply convulse and say, 'Is this of your liking?'"
"I-I guess you're right…" Yochiro said.
"Of course I'm right. Let's just try to make the best of this situation and relax."
"What if this IS the best of this situation?"
"Well then… we're fucked."
"Why don't you Asian kids talk like normal people?!" A voice said in English.
Taking on the silent cue, Jubei switched to English and replied, "Watch your mouth white boy, or feel the wrath of my spinning dragon technique!"
"Um… It will be quickly followed by my black lotus offense! " Yochiro added.
"O shit, two against one again, Asians versus the Caucasian," Said Elias Tiniakos, designated Sixth Child and pilot of Evangelion Unit-05, "since we can't say, 'please die' to this Angel, why don't the both of you use that karate shit you're braggin' about against it?"
"How about this Elias, why don't you just pray to Zeus to shove a lightning bolt up this angel's ass? That would save us a whole lotta trouble!" Jubei said, giggling a little as he did.
"I ran out of goats! I prayed for good harvest two weeks ago!" Elias smirked, barely containing his laughter.
That sent the three pilots to a laughing fit. This is what they usually did to ease some tension. The first time he saw Jubei and Elias do this, Yochiro felt ready to knock Elias' two front teeth out, thinking he was serious. But through time, he became used to it, and eventually joined in on the exchange, sometimes even initiating the conversation.
"All right, knock it off children. You're embarrassing us," Captain Langley said over the speaker system, "we're launching in 3 minutes."
"I guess this is it," Elias said with a sigh, shivering a little as he did so, "good luck guys."
"Who needs luck, when you have skill?" Jubei asked.
Yochiro can only shake his head at his friend's bravado. "Are you sure we have enough skill? None of us have definite combat experience against these things, come to think of it, except for the Captain, no one I know has combat experience against the angels." He said.
"Stop being the pessimist Yochiro," Elias replied, "besides, don't you feel the rush, I mean," he ticked the reasons off using his fingers, "you're in this huge ass robot, wielding lances, use guns and fighting some alien being from who knows where… if you don't feel any excitement over that, then you've got a few screws loose in your head."
"I think we all have a few screws loose in our heads for piloting these things." Yochiro said too softly for anyone to hear.
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"How are the pilots doing?" Asuka asked Mana.
"Ma'am, the Fourth Child's sync ratio is steady at 55.8 percent, the Sixth Child is at 52.3 percent, and the Seventh child is steady at 53.4 percent." She replied.
'Hmm… my record has yet to be beaten. The other one also,' Asuka thought as she heard the information, 'And hopefully it won't have to.' "Status of the target?"
"Ma'am, the target is within 2 kilometers from headquarters!"
"Very well then," Asuka said, "Launch Evas!" She shouted, mimicking the tone that her former guardian used.
"Ma'am, the catapults for Units 03 and 05 are malfunctioning!"
"What?!? Try it again!" Asuka replied. 'Yochiro's not going to like this…'
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Yochiro felt the speed and power of the catapults. It felt almost like one of the roller coasters he used to ride before becoming a pilot. He felt himself being pushed down to his chair as his Eva rose to the surface. He saw the grayish color of the titanium walls flash briefly before the city and the sphere that hovered near its outskirts replaced it.
"Yochiro," Asuka said through the intercom, "the catapults for the other Evas are malfunctioning, just go to armament building twenty-two for now."
"Yes ma'am."
"We'll be ready to launch them in four minutes according to the technicians."
"Yes ma'am."
He made the Eva run as fast as he could, hiding behind the armaments buildings and picking up a pallet gun from one of them.
Finally he arrived at his position and looked around. The other Evas were still not launched. He spied on the angel as it hovered above the city. It was still taking its slow pace, and showed no signs of hostility.
One minute passed. Still no signs of the other Evas. Yochiro began to hyperventilate. The relatively large amounts of sweat he was excreting mixed with the LCL.
'Why is time moving so slowly?!?" He thought. 'Calm down Yochiro, calm down. The others will be coming, and everything would be alright.'
Two minutes passed. No Evas. He looked for the Angel. It was about a kilometer away.
"Yochiro, the other Evas have launched. Wait for them to reach their positions." Asuka said.
Yochiro saw the other Evas come to the surface and run towards their respective destinations. He turned his attention to the sphere. It was now about 500 meters away from him.
One more minute passed.
"Are they in position yet?" Yochiro asked.
"You know Eva can't move that fast!" Asuka answered.
The sphere was getting closer.
It was about 300 meters from where Yochiro was.
Maybe less…
From his viewpoint, it seemed as if the angel was moving faster now.
He then analyzed his options.
He had a wide-open shot. This may be the closest he could get to the angel. Any moment now, it might unleash its attack and start destroying everything in its path. People might get hurt when that occurs.
But his teammates weren't in position yet. If the situation got a little out of hand, he had no back up at all. He hadn't experienced it yet, but Asuka told him that the pilot feels every blow thrown at the Eva. The thought of being mutilated did not seem enticing to Yochiro.
His analysis made him fail to notice the progress of the angel.
'It's right there! Shit! Calm down calm down calm down! Good in, block bad…'
"Are you in position?" Yochiro whispered to his teammates.
"Hold on, I'm still about 200 meters from it Yochiro." Jubei answered.
"I'm 150 meters away." Elias said.
Yochiro trained his pistol on the sphere…
'It's now or never…' he thought.
And fired.
That's when all hell broke loose.
The sphere disappeared as soon as the bullet hit it.
A shadow appeared directly beneath Unit-04 and it began to swallow it. As it did, time slowed down for Yochiro.
The scene before him played somewhat like a dream.
He heard someone screaming out. He heard the same person call for Captain Langley, Jubei, and Elias. It took Yochiro a few moments to realize that it was him who was screaming. He tried to stop, but found himself powerless to do so.
He heard Asuka scream out to him to get out of there.
He heard both Jubei and Elias try to make him move.
He saw them all in front of him. They were all shouting through the communication windows. Their messages choppy from the flickering of the screen.
But as he looked down, his attention became focused on the darkness that was overwhelming him and his Eva.
He tried to hold on to the armaments building, but it was being sucked into the shadow as well. In a desperate attempt to free himself, he plunged the Eva's fists into the darkness, but that only served to worsened his situation, as it did not let go of them.
He could only hear Asuka by now. Her voice sounded tiny, and desperate. There was something else in her voice… was it… fear? It couldn't be, since Captain Langley knew no fear.
Yochiro looked up one last time. It was a beautiful day. There were no clouds in the desert sky. It looked so blue, so brilliant and so bright.
He continued to scream as the whole world turned black.
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Asuka was on the verge of tears.
She wouldn't let them fall of course. At least that was what she told herself.
It took five minutes before the first tear rolled down her cheek. Her knees gave way, and as she crumpled to the floor she was overwhelmed by the surge of memories that forced themselves into her mind.
She promised herself long ago that she would never cry. And she kept her promise quite well.
She had more fingers in her one hand than instances when she did let her tears fall.
Two of them involved shadows.
She found it hard to speak after seeing Unit-04 sink. It was left to the Vice-Commander to make the other pilots retreat, and that command was followed not without protests.
They reeled the umbilical cord back in, but an Eva was not attached.
Yochiro had sixteen hours left to live.
"F-fuckin… fucking twice!" She said through sobs.
She covered her eyes with her hands, the memory of that fateful day seventeen years ago haunting her once more.
In her mind she replayed how the shadow first hit its mark…
To be continued…
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2 Author's Babbling
There it goes… my first fanfic.
I'm an amateur at this so I don't know exactly what to put. I've seen many that are pages and pages long. I don't have an omake for this chapter, but maybe in future chapters I might write some.
I thank Random1377 and Ryoma for pre-reading my fic. Without them, my fic would be much, much worse.
All C&C's are welcome, my email is: ecelsiore@hotmail.com.
Neon Genesis Evangelion, all characters, concepts, and those things that are supposed to have encircled R's and TM's are not mine.
But are the ACCs technically my bitches?
When the Sea Turns Black
1
By: Ecelsiore
It has been seventeen years…
Seventeen years since "the accident" occurred.
Seventeen years since the klaxons were last heard.
Nevada, NERV Headquarters (formerly NERV Second Branch)
In one of the steel halls, the rhythmic thumping of shoes making contact with the floor was heard as a woman ran through it.
She was struggling to put her left arm into her jacket as she continuously shouted at her cell phone. She used her head and right shoulder to wedge in the phone, and with her right arm free, she held her jacket in place as her other arm wormed its way through the bright red sleeve. From her right jacket pocket she produced a crimson beret. On it was a symbol that indicated her rank as Captain. She put it on head as best as she could.
From her other pocket she pulled out a half-eaten turkey sandwich. "Ach, it's wet!" she commented before taking a bite.
"What are you, stupid?!" she shouted, dropping her sandwich in the process. "Dammit!"
"Yochiro, no one is going to die under my comma--You're there? Good, just stay in your entry plug and wait for further orders." She added.
With that, the woman turned off her phone and entered an elevator. As she waited for the elevator to reach its destination, she took the time to straighten her jacket and beret. She brushed back the locks of auburn hair that were starting to tickle her nose. The clicking of the elevator stopped, indicating that she was on the right floor.
She stepped out into the chaos that was awaiting her.
As she looked around, she saw some techs that were frozen in place as they stared at the monitors. Those who weren't either frantically typed at their consoles or ran around with information printouts. Everyone was yelling out procedures. One of the technicians, Mana Kirishima, noticed her arrival and awaited any questions or commands.
"What's going on?" the Captain yelled at her. "Why didn't the observation center detect it?"
"It simply appeared about six kilometers from the city!" she stated.
The Captain looked up, and saw both the Commander and Vice-Commander looking from their office. Both of them were standing like two monoliths behind the glass windows from where they were watching.
On the outside, Asuka Langley Soryu was as calm as a Hindu cow. If only the situation was not as serious, anyone who might steal a glance might not be able to look away. In her red jacket, beret, and a black skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, she looked absolutely stunning. Anyone who knew Misato Katsuragi would have been shocked at the resemblance.
"Where is it now?" Asuka asked a female technician.
"The target is currently four kilometers from the city and closing. Pattern Orange. No AT field is being detected."
"No AT Field? What is this?" Asuka said.
The screen showed a sphere hovering above the desert that surrounded the city. It seemed to be taking its time, like a predator stalking its prey. It did not look dangerous, everyone in NERV knew what these things are capable of, either from watching the tapes or the few that knew from experience.
Asuka was one of those experienced with Angel attacks, but any two angels are as different as night and day. Their attack patterns, behavior and intelligence level vary so much that no generalizations can be given, save for their use of AT fields and their blue pattern.
She already hated it.
Had this happened seventeen years ago, Asuka would be in her beloved Unit- 02, sharpening her claws and flinging insults at Baka-Shinji. She would be proclaiming that she was the best pilot, while counting the ways she could rip the Angel to shreds. However, her piloting days were long gone. All she could do now was sit at the sidelines and dish out the orders. And although she wouldn't readily accept it, she was beginning to get nervous.
'Scheiße! I've lived with Baka-Shinji far too long. I'm becoming a worry wart.' She thought. She tried to think of something else as his mere name brought out memories that she was still trying to forget. She tensed up a bit as the Evangelions were prepped in the cages. 'Here we go Soryu, it's showtime.'
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As Yochiro Mizushima sat in his entry plug, he tried desperately to block out everything that was happening around him. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, and gripped the butterfly controls a little harder, fearing that his shivering loosened his hold.
He started to think about how his life had turned upside down and inside out two years ago, when he received the letter at his aunt's front door. "FOR YOUR EYES ONLY" it said.
At first he thought it was a joke. A bad one. But after careful observation, he realized that no one would go out of their way to trick him with this letter. With this realization, he became excited about it. After all, he did not receive many, and the message on it reminded him of the old James Bond movies he watched. He opened the letter as quickly as he could, and carefully read what the message had for him.
Little did he know that by accepting the job stated in the letter, his life as he knew it ended. He was now the Seventh Child, designated pilot of Evangelion Unit-04, and was to become a savior of the world. It sounded surreal. In the fourteen years of his life, the word "adventure" or "danger" never came up. Now, he was supposed to pilot a 40-story high, silver robot that he had only heard of and seen in documentaries.
During the first six months, he struggled to get through his new setting. He was now a resident of Vegas-02, the city that held NERV headquarters. He lived with Captain Asuka Langley, a gorgeous woman, whose demeanor just about defies all explanation. He went to a new school, considered by many as the best academic center in the world, and school of the children NERV's employees had. He had to adjust to speaking English at an everyday basis.
And the tests. The damn tests. Hours and hours of tests. What Yochiro wouldn't do for NERV to take the tests out of their agenda. He began to despise being a pilot, and for a time he considered running away. He sighed to himself as he remembered how he decided not to run. He was--
"Tighten your grip a little harder, and you might actually break the controls."
Yochiro almost jumped after hearing Jubei Takeyama, designated Fourth Child and pilot of Evangelion Unit-03.
"I… I was just making sure… it's just that I… you know how I get…"" Yochiro answered softly.
"Yeah, I can't argue with you… I'm feeling a little nervous myself," Jubei replied, "but what can we do, we can't expect it to simply convulse and say, 'Is this of your liking?'"
"I-I guess you're right…" Yochiro said.
"Of course I'm right. Let's just try to make the best of this situation and relax."
"What if this IS the best of this situation?"
"Well then… we're fucked."
"Why don't you Asian kids talk like normal people?!" A voice said in English.
Taking on the silent cue, Jubei switched to English and replied, "Watch your mouth white boy, or feel the wrath of my spinning dragon technique!"
"Um… It will be quickly followed by my black lotus offense! " Yochiro added.
"O shit, two against one again, Asians versus the Caucasian," Said Elias Tiniakos, designated Sixth Child and pilot of Evangelion Unit-05, "since we can't say, 'please die' to this Angel, why don't the both of you use that karate shit you're braggin' about against it?"
"How about this Elias, why don't you just pray to Zeus to shove a lightning bolt up this angel's ass? That would save us a whole lotta trouble!" Jubei said, giggling a little as he did.
"I ran out of goats! I prayed for good harvest two weeks ago!" Elias smirked, barely containing his laughter.
That sent the three pilots to a laughing fit. This is what they usually did to ease some tension. The first time he saw Jubei and Elias do this, Yochiro felt ready to knock Elias' two front teeth out, thinking he was serious. But through time, he became used to it, and eventually joined in on the exchange, sometimes even initiating the conversation.
"All right, knock it off children. You're embarrassing us," Captain Langley said over the speaker system, "we're launching in 3 minutes."
"I guess this is it," Elias said with a sigh, shivering a little as he did so, "good luck guys."
"Who needs luck, when you have skill?" Jubei asked.
Yochiro can only shake his head at his friend's bravado. "Are you sure we have enough skill? None of us have definite combat experience against these things, come to think of it, except for the Captain, no one I know has combat experience against the angels." He said.
"Stop being the pessimist Yochiro," Elias replied, "besides, don't you feel the rush, I mean," he ticked the reasons off using his fingers, "you're in this huge ass robot, wielding lances, use guns and fighting some alien being from who knows where… if you don't feel any excitement over that, then you've got a few screws loose in your head."
"I think we all have a few screws loose in our heads for piloting these things." Yochiro said too softly for anyone to hear.
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"How are the pilots doing?" Asuka asked Mana.
"Ma'am, the Fourth Child's sync ratio is steady at 55.8 percent, the Sixth Child is at 52.3 percent, and the Seventh child is steady at 53.4 percent." She replied.
'Hmm… my record has yet to be beaten. The other one also,' Asuka thought as she heard the information, 'And hopefully it won't have to.' "Status of the target?"
"Ma'am, the target is within 2 kilometers from headquarters!"
"Very well then," Asuka said, "Launch Evas!" She shouted, mimicking the tone that her former guardian used.
"Ma'am, the catapults for Units 03 and 05 are malfunctioning!"
"What?!? Try it again!" Asuka replied. 'Yochiro's not going to like this…'
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Yochiro felt the speed and power of the catapults. It felt almost like one of the roller coasters he used to ride before becoming a pilot. He felt himself being pushed down to his chair as his Eva rose to the surface. He saw the grayish color of the titanium walls flash briefly before the city and the sphere that hovered near its outskirts replaced it.
"Yochiro," Asuka said through the intercom, "the catapults for the other Evas are malfunctioning, just go to armament building twenty-two for now."
"Yes ma'am."
"We'll be ready to launch them in four minutes according to the technicians."
"Yes ma'am."
He made the Eva run as fast as he could, hiding behind the armaments buildings and picking up a pallet gun from one of them.
Finally he arrived at his position and looked around. The other Evas were still not launched. He spied on the angel as it hovered above the city. It was still taking its slow pace, and showed no signs of hostility.
One minute passed. Still no signs of the other Evas. Yochiro began to hyperventilate. The relatively large amounts of sweat he was excreting mixed with the LCL.
'Why is time moving so slowly?!?" He thought. 'Calm down Yochiro, calm down. The others will be coming, and everything would be alright.'
Two minutes passed. No Evas. He looked for the Angel. It was about a kilometer away.
"Yochiro, the other Evas have launched. Wait for them to reach their positions." Asuka said.
Yochiro saw the other Evas come to the surface and run towards their respective destinations. He turned his attention to the sphere. It was now about 500 meters away from him.
One more minute passed.
"Are they in position yet?" Yochiro asked.
"You know Eva can't move that fast!" Asuka answered.
The sphere was getting closer.
It was about 300 meters from where Yochiro was.
Maybe less…
From his viewpoint, it seemed as if the angel was moving faster now.
He then analyzed his options.
He had a wide-open shot. This may be the closest he could get to the angel. Any moment now, it might unleash its attack and start destroying everything in its path. People might get hurt when that occurs.
But his teammates weren't in position yet. If the situation got a little out of hand, he had no back up at all. He hadn't experienced it yet, but Asuka told him that the pilot feels every blow thrown at the Eva. The thought of being mutilated did not seem enticing to Yochiro.
His analysis made him fail to notice the progress of the angel.
'It's right there! Shit! Calm down calm down calm down! Good in, block bad…'
"Are you in position?" Yochiro whispered to his teammates.
"Hold on, I'm still about 200 meters from it Yochiro." Jubei answered.
"I'm 150 meters away." Elias said.
Yochiro trained his pistol on the sphere…
'It's now or never…' he thought.
And fired.
That's when all hell broke loose.
The sphere disappeared as soon as the bullet hit it.
A shadow appeared directly beneath Unit-04 and it began to swallow it. As it did, time slowed down for Yochiro.
The scene before him played somewhat like a dream.
He heard someone screaming out. He heard the same person call for Captain Langley, Jubei, and Elias. It took Yochiro a few moments to realize that it was him who was screaming. He tried to stop, but found himself powerless to do so.
He heard Asuka scream out to him to get out of there.
He heard both Jubei and Elias try to make him move.
He saw them all in front of him. They were all shouting through the communication windows. Their messages choppy from the flickering of the screen.
But as he looked down, his attention became focused on the darkness that was overwhelming him and his Eva.
He tried to hold on to the armaments building, but it was being sucked into the shadow as well. In a desperate attempt to free himself, he plunged the Eva's fists into the darkness, but that only served to worsened his situation, as it did not let go of them.
He could only hear Asuka by now. Her voice sounded tiny, and desperate. There was something else in her voice… was it… fear? It couldn't be, since Captain Langley knew no fear.
Yochiro looked up one last time. It was a beautiful day. There were no clouds in the desert sky. It looked so blue, so brilliant and so bright.
He continued to scream as the whole world turned black.
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Asuka was on the verge of tears.
She wouldn't let them fall of course. At least that was what she told herself.
It took five minutes before the first tear rolled down her cheek. Her knees gave way, and as she crumpled to the floor she was overwhelmed by the surge of memories that forced themselves into her mind.
She promised herself long ago that she would never cry. And she kept her promise quite well.
She had more fingers in her one hand than instances when she did let her tears fall.
Two of them involved shadows.
She found it hard to speak after seeing Unit-04 sink. It was left to the Vice-Commander to make the other pilots retreat, and that command was followed not without protests.
They reeled the umbilical cord back in, but an Eva was not attached.
Yochiro had sixteen hours left to live.
"F-fuckin… fucking twice!" She said through sobs.
She covered her eyes with her hands, the memory of that fateful day seventeen years ago haunting her once more.
In her mind she replayed how the shadow first hit its mark…
To be continued…
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2 Author's Babbling
There it goes… my first fanfic.
I'm an amateur at this so I don't know exactly what to put. I've seen many that are pages and pages long. I don't have an omake for this chapter, but maybe in future chapters I might write some.
I thank Random1377 and Ryoma for pre-reading my fic. Without them, my fic would be much, much worse.
All C&C's are welcome, my email is: ecelsiore@hotmail.com.
Neon Genesis Evangelion, all characters, concepts, and those things that are supposed to have encircled R's and TM's are not mine.
But are the ACCs technically my bitches?