Neon Genesis Evangelion (owned by GAINAX).
1 When the Sea Turns Black
Chapter 1: Nightmares are Born
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August 4, 2015
The sun was beginning to take a peek through the horizon. The perpetual summer sky was a beautiful kaleidoscope of indigo, yellow, orange, and red. Birds were starting to sing their everyday melodies as they flew from tree to tree. The streets were still virtually empty, only a few buses occupied them every now and then. The few restaurants that set up shop in the area were warming the kitchens and heating the tea.
The city of Tokyo-3 was beginning to stir, its daily routines getting started. It was quite a sight. With skyscrapers rising from holes in the ground and the state-of-the-art technology used all over it, Tokyo-3 could be considered the eighth wonder of the world.
Although it was on short supply of one important ingredient, something all cities have overflowing amounts of. One would not notice it without closer inspection.
The city lacked residents.
However, a corrupt local government or high crime rates do not cause this. It is caused by a recent 'foreign-relations' problem. The city tended to attract beings with one main objective: the extinction of man. These beings, which are ironically called 'Angels', brought forth destruction and turmoil to the lives of the people that lived in it, causing most of them to migrate to a safer, more peaceful community.
For those who remained, their hopes and dreams were put on the shoulders of the agency sworn to protect man from these Angels. The agency more commonly known as NERV, who had the only weapon proven effective against the Angels, the humanoid fighting machines called Evangelions. The mysterious biomechanical robots piloted exclusively by fourteen year olds.
In a particular apartment unit located within the suburbs of the city/fortress, one of the pilots was enjoying his morning bath. His dark- brown hair was damp, and his eyelids were shut, concealing the deepest blue eyes one could ever see. He had the tiniest of smiles on his face as he lay submerged in the warm water. He seemed at peace, a contrast to the distraught state he always was in whenever facing the outside world.
'Hmm… A nice warm bath to start the day. Bathing cleanses the mind and soul indeed,' Shinji Ikari thought as he let his worries melt away for a few precious moments, 'now why can't the rest of my day be this peaceful?'
The sudden and furious knocking on the bathroom door reminded him why.
"Baka-Shinji!!! I think you've had enough time pleasuring yourself! Stop fantasizing about me and go make breakfast!!!" Asuka Langley shouted.
"I'm not fantasizing about you, Asuka!" He replied.
"Why, am I not good enough for the Invincible Shinji-sama?"
"No-I mean yes!—I mean-uh—what I meant to say was I—"
"So you WERE having hentai thoughts about me, weren't you, you perverted little stooge?!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Maybe that's why some of my underwear are missing…"
"I didn't take your underwear! I only wash and dry them! Nothing else!"
"Really? Then why are some of them missing?"
"How should I know that? Ask Misato, or-or maybe ask yourself! Where did YOU put YOUR underwear?"
"Are you implying that I'm incompetent?!?"
"I never implied anything of that sort! Asuka, stop this nonsense or-or…" he trailed off while he struggling to come up with a decent threat.
"Or what, Baka?" She asked before she started tapping her foot on the ground.
"I-uh, or I… I won't make you breakfast!" He finally said, although it came out more like a question than a threat. 'Shinji, you're pathetic.'
"Shinji, you're pathetic." Asuka stated flatly, reflecting what he thought. "Now get out of there, and make me my breakfast."
"Yes, Asuka." He said softly.
"You're just too easy, Baka-Shinji." She said before walking away.
He sighed as he slowly got out of his bath. 'Running away again, Shinji?' a part of him asked. He dried himself off, and with another sigh, opened the door. He went directly to 'Shinji's Lovely Suite', making as little noise as possible, especially near the door leading to the redhead's room. He dressed in his school uniform, and picked up his SDAT player.
He slid his door ever so slightly and took a peek of the hallway. Seeing no signs of his roommate and colleague, he quickly tiptoed his way out. Relief came over him after hearing the faint sound of running water as he passed by the bathroom.
The kitchen was one of Shinji Ikari's areas of expertise. He quickly donned his apron, and rummaged around the fridge in search of the necessary items for breakfast. He decided against anything elaborate since the skirmish earlier took away any extra time he had. He put the bread in the toaster and turned on the stove for the eggs. After that, he opened a can of tuna for Pen-Pen and worked the coffee maker. With those tasks done, he pulled out his Math homework and set on solving the problems he failed to do the night before.
As he was calculating the solution for the final problem, a zombie-like moan emanating from the hallway informed Shinji that a certain Major was awake. The purple-haired woman, dressed in a manner Shinji found inappropriate, lazily made her way to the fridge. She took an ice-cold Yebisu Beer can and popped open the lid. She started drinking it, and did not stop until the can was emptied of its contents.
"YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Misato Katsuragi yelled while crumpling the beer can in her hand. "Now that's how you start your morning!"
"Do you really have to make that much noise?" The pilot of Unit-01 queried.
"Yes, it makes you feel ready to face the world! The beer awakens your senses, too! You should try it out-" she paused as she considered her charge's age, "-in a few years. But shouting in the morning would really help bring some steam out."
"It would also help make the neighbors move out. And I don't think that beer is very nutritious." He retorted.
"Pssh! The traditional Japanese breakfast—"
"starts with rice, Miso soup, and sake. You told me this several times before."
"Then why do you still shake your head at my Yebisu?"
"Because you're still the only one I know that has beer instead of coffee in the morning."
"Leave me alone!" She muttered in defeat.
"Guten Morgen." Asuka said as she walked in fully dressed.
"Good Morning, Asuka!" Misato replied in her cheery voice, not wanting to be the topic of conversation any longer. "Eat your breakfast quick, or you might be late for school!"
"I would have been earlier, but someone took a little too long in the bath!"
"I did not! You barged in on me!" Shinji shot back.
"Whatever. Anyway, Misato-san, is there a test scheduled today?"
"No, and before I forget, I'm working late again tonight. Just order out or something."
The doorbell rang, and Shinji put his homework down to accept the guests. The door slid open to reveal the figures of Touji Suzuhara and Kensuke Aida.
"Good Morning, Shinji!" The taller boy said in a cheerful voice.
"Yes, good morning, and how is Misato?" The bespectacled boy added.
From the kitchen, Asuka was heard yelling, "The three stooges are all present! How are Larry and Curly? And where is Hikari?"
"Oh, da class rep is at school early, takin' care of da class an' stuff, ya know, responsibilities. Stuff ya wouldn't know about." Touji replied.
"What the hell would you know about responsibilities, you little monkey bastard!"
Touji was about to unleash his own tirade of obscenities, but Misato cut him off, "Now, now, children. It's too early for a fight. And besides, they're our guests, so treat them as such Asuka." She reasoned.
"Aah, Misato is just so cool... I wish a girl like her would order me around." Kensuke said dreamily, just out of Misato's hearing range.
Shinji shook his head as he went to pick up his books and book bag. 'They still don't know what kind of a slob she is.' "I'm going!" he said as he put his shoes on.
"Wait for me!" Asuka yelled while finishing off her toast.
"Come on, Ikari, let's go! Don't let da demon push you around." Touji urged Shinji.
"Yea, Ikari, come on!" Kensuke pleaded.
"Okay, I'm about t—"
"You idiot! I told you to wait for me!" Asuka cut him off.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing!"
"I'm sorry."
"Arrgh!" Asuka sighed as she picked up her bag. "We're leaving Misato!"
"Okay!" Misato answered, shoving her arm into the hallway. Touji and Kensuke had tears forming at the mere sight of her forearm waving.
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After entering the classroom, Shinji immediately noticed the absence of Rei Ayanami. 'I guess she's absent again, as usual. It's always either she's unusually early or not here. I wonder where she goes off to all those days…' He pondered while going towards his desk. He sat down and started up his laptop for the school day, even though he was sure the teacher would go and babble about his experiences about his version of Second Impact. He propped his chin on his palm and looked around to observe the events around the classroom. Asuka was currently chatting with Hikari. It seemed that Hikari was not giving Asuka her full attention. She was sneaking glances at someone in the back of the room every now and then. Shinji carefully followed her line of site, as it directly pointed to one particular boy: Touji. Currently, the boy was with Kensuke, and was also sneaking glances. Shinji had heard rumors about the two, but he hadn't seen the two of them together and he did not feel like barging in on his friend's lovelife.
Finally the old Sensei arrived. Immediately, Hikari switched to class representative mode and commanded, "Stand up! Bow! Sit down!"
The teacher started slow, and picked up his pace as he went along his story. Student heads dropped like flies after hearing his signature line, "During the Second Impact, I was…" The students practically knew the story by heart, and hearing it for the umpteenth time did not seem enticing.
Asuka had trouble keeping her eyelids open while listening to the teacher drone about Second Impact. 'I know even more about the real Second Impact than this old man does. I should be telling the story. That way no one would be bored. Bah! I shouldn't even be in this stupid backward school! I graduated last year!' She sighed, 'I wish Kaji would come and pick me up. Only stupid boys go to this school.' Desperate, she opened the Paint program in her laptop, and doodled about anything and everything that came to her mind.
Shinji was already counting down to lunchtime. 'Three hours… what will I do in three hours?' he thought as he struggled to find some form of entertainment. Strangely, sleep would not come to him, and putting his head down did not seem to help. He tried to do what Rei did and looked out the window, but that proved to be as entertaining as watching grass grow. Out of ideas and bored to death, he once again put his head down to try to sleep.
Hikari was constantly looking from one end of the room to the other. She was carefully looking for any misbehaving students. But her focus was diverted from her duty as she came upon the sleeping form of Touji Suzuhara. She thought to herself as she subconsciously began to stare, 'Maybe I should try offering him lunch or something. Kodama and Nozomi always say there's more than enough food for all of us.'
Kensuke typed furiously at his laptop. The information he was currently looking at is not what would be considered legal by NERV. He was trying to get every juicy piece of information that he could. He could never get solid evidence of anything going on at NERV. They were always either old news or rumors. 'Dammit, why don't they just let me pilot an Evangelion? At this rate, even Hikari would get to pilot before me.' He sighed. 'What time is it? 8:20 only? Damn, the old man still has two and a half hours to go… Oh well, might as just play… now what was my password again…' he trailed off as he moved from hacking into NERV's system to playing an ancient pre- Second Impact game. 'Stick together team!'
Touji was still sleeping soundly. Traces of saliva were beginning to form in the corner of his mouth. He tried to beat his record of three minutes staying awake, but his desk seemed very soft and inviting all of a sudden after the old man started the same old Second Impact story.
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Two hours crawled by. The old man was going at it full strength, he focused all of his emotions into telling his experiences during Second Impact. Had he paid more attention to the state of the students, he would have known that no one was listening to him.
Kensuke still had not died, and the terrorists were still scratching their heads as to how they could not beat this single counter-terrorist who only had a Desert Eagle for a weapon. Some neophytes were foolish enough to make a dash for it, only to get pumped full of lead in a matter of two seconds. The terrorist team could only wonder how much money their enemy has accumulated.
Touji was still in the land of slumber. There was now a pool of drool around the area where his cheek and his desk met. He twitched every now and then, and occasionally mumbled something that Touji himself might not understand had he been awake.
Hikari still held her vigil on the class. She still took quick glances at Touji, wishing she was nearer to him, or better yet be able to talk to him.
Asuka had given up on Paint an hour ago and was now looking online for a new bathing suit. She received a few messages every now and then, but she just ignored or deleted it, knowing that it came from another 'stupid and perverted boy' from the class.
Shinji was two steps away from finally getting to sleep. He had put his head down half an hour ago, but sleep still avoided him. He was facing the window and his view of the outside was a little hazy. However, he did not miss the gunship that flew by a few minutes ago. It seemed to have been heading towards NERV Headquarters. He shrugged it off, 'Must be some test or something.' Again, he tried to sleep.
Suddenly, a second gunship flew by.
And a third.
Then a fourth.
Soon, the sea of choppers that were flying by the school filled his view.
Two cell phones rang in the classroom.
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The inside of the gunship was dark, and it had more space than Shinji expected. The blades made a very loud and constant sound. Asuka was seated beside him and she was asking the man in front of them for anything about their situation. The man had black military gear on, and in his hands was a rifle with a nightvision scope attached.
"Why can't you tell us anything?!?" Asuka yelled at the man.
"Because what you're asking for is classified!" The man answered. "I'm not authorized to give you any information! Please wait until we get to our destination!"
"Which is where?" Asuka asked once more, standing up in the process.
"I told you kid, it's classified!"
"Baka-Shinji, say something!" She yelled right at the boy's ear.
"I-I think we should listen to him and wait!" Shinji yelled back.
"Baka-Shinji's useless…" Asuka muttered as she went to sit back down.
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"We're almost there!" The man announced.
"Finally…" Asuka said.
Shinji had been looking through the window as their journey progressed. They went past the mountainous terrains around Tokyo-3 and slowly, the Pacific Ocean came into their view. A few gray dots mottled its waters, and soon he identified the dots as individual ships that made up the Pacific fleet. The chopper headed towards the USS Over the Rainbow, the same supercarrier where Shinji and Asuka first met. Its damages were now fixed, and F-18s once again littered the flat deck.
As the chopper made its slow and rocky descent, Shinji saw a man in a dark blue suit come towards the helipad. His jet-black hair flew in all directions, and his eyes were covered with a pair of sunglasses. He held a hand up to cover his face as the air became stronger. The chopper trembled as it made contact with the ground, and the Children felt the engines die down. The rotation of the blades slowed, and the man in the blue suit slid the door open to welcome the passengers.
"Good Morning, you are the Second and Third Children I presume?" he said.
"Who wants to know?" Asuka asked.
"I'm Mishima Takamitsu. I work for the UN." The man replied. "You remember this ship, am I correct?"
"Yes… this ship brings some memories." Asuka said as she remembered the battle with the Sixth Angel.
"Why don't we go inside and I can explain everything to you?" Mishima suggested.
"We're not going anywhere until you tell us what the situation is!" Asuka declared. "Right, Shinji?"
Shinji could only nod.
The man frowned, "Very well then…" he started. "At 10:00 am today, we lost contact with NERV Headquarters. We suspected an Angel attack, but the klaxons were not turned on. Jammed or lost signals are quite common these days, since the attacks started, so, we assumed that NERV was having a minor technical difficulty."
"We gave them fifteen minutes to regain contact, all the while preparing for the worst. At 10:16 am we moved into Tokyo-3. We deployed ground troops to check Central Dogma, and they found something very interesting."
"Get to the point!!" Asuka demanded.
Running out of patience himself, Takamitsu said,"We estimated that at 10:00 am NERV Headquarters disappeared from the face of the Earth."
To be continued…
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2 Author's Babbling
This is going to be officially the first chapter of my fic. Not much to say, but I still need to thank Ryoma for pre-reading this chapter.
Questions will be answered in the next chapter. I'm still working on it, and I hope to publish it soon.
I have a website now, and you can find this story and some other boring stuff in there. My website is: geocities.com/ecelsiore if you want to know. It's pretty boring right now, but I am working on improving the site.
All C&C's are welcome at my email addy: ecelsiore@hotmail.com
Hey lookie here, my own omake theater. Tee hee!
*Omake Theater*
The sun was beginning to take a peek through the horizon. The perpetual summer sky was a beautiful kaleidoscope of indigo, yellow, orange, and red. Birds were starting to sing their everyday melodies as they flew from tree to tree. The streets were still virtually empty, only a few buses occupied them every now and then. The few restaurants that set up shop in the area were warming the kitchens and heating the tea.
The city of Tokyo-3 was beginning to stir, its daily routines getting started. It was quite a sight. With skyscrapers rising from holes in the ground and the state-of-the-art technology used all over it, Tokyo-3 could be considered the eighth wonder of the world.
Although it was on short supply of one important ingredient, something all cities have overflowing amounts of. One would not notice it without closer inspection.
The city lacked ho's.
That's right. Prostitutes were extremely rare in Tokyo-3. Maybe because the only men who can be 'serviced' in Tokyo-3 are the following:
1. The brooding, secretive bastard who wears sunglasses even at night, and sits behind his desk all day. (Under the desk is very cramped, and there is zero visibility.
2. The cowardly fourteen-year old who had little 'trysts' with a gray- haired, red-eyed, fifteen-year old boy. Ho's do not like the threesome thingy.
3. The big black blocks. 'Nuff said.
4. The nerdy fourteen-year old—with guns—ho's don't see a day without the sound of a gun being unloaded. Yeah, I'm talking about THAT gun too.
5. The fourteen-year old jock. He might be 'serviceable', but the 'being a minor' thingy does not bode well for the business.
6. The pony-tailed secret agent. Ah, now at first look, he might have been the most serviceable, but this guy turns out to be a cheap bastard that does his disappearing act when the time to fork over the cash comes.
1 When the Sea Turns Black
Chapter 1: Nightmares are Born
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August 4, 2015
The sun was beginning to take a peek through the horizon. The perpetual summer sky was a beautiful kaleidoscope of indigo, yellow, orange, and red. Birds were starting to sing their everyday melodies as they flew from tree to tree. The streets were still virtually empty, only a few buses occupied them every now and then. The few restaurants that set up shop in the area were warming the kitchens and heating the tea.
The city of Tokyo-3 was beginning to stir, its daily routines getting started. It was quite a sight. With skyscrapers rising from holes in the ground and the state-of-the-art technology used all over it, Tokyo-3 could be considered the eighth wonder of the world.
Although it was on short supply of one important ingredient, something all cities have overflowing amounts of. One would not notice it without closer inspection.
The city lacked residents.
However, a corrupt local government or high crime rates do not cause this. It is caused by a recent 'foreign-relations' problem. The city tended to attract beings with one main objective: the extinction of man. These beings, which are ironically called 'Angels', brought forth destruction and turmoil to the lives of the people that lived in it, causing most of them to migrate to a safer, more peaceful community.
For those who remained, their hopes and dreams were put on the shoulders of the agency sworn to protect man from these Angels. The agency more commonly known as NERV, who had the only weapon proven effective against the Angels, the humanoid fighting machines called Evangelions. The mysterious biomechanical robots piloted exclusively by fourteen year olds.
In a particular apartment unit located within the suburbs of the city/fortress, one of the pilots was enjoying his morning bath. His dark- brown hair was damp, and his eyelids were shut, concealing the deepest blue eyes one could ever see. He had the tiniest of smiles on his face as he lay submerged in the warm water. He seemed at peace, a contrast to the distraught state he always was in whenever facing the outside world.
'Hmm… A nice warm bath to start the day. Bathing cleanses the mind and soul indeed,' Shinji Ikari thought as he let his worries melt away for a few precious moments, 'now why can't the rest of my day be this peaceful?'
The sudden and furious knocking on the bathroom door reminded him why.
"Baka-Shinji!!! I think you've had enough time pleasuring yourself! Stop fantasizing about me and go make breakfast!!!" Asuka Langley shouted.
"I'm not fantasizing about you, Asuka!" He replied.
"Why, am I not good enough for the Invincible Shinji-sama?"
"No-I mean yes!—I mean-uh—what I meant to say was I—"
"So you WERE having hentai thoughts about me, weren't you, you perverted little stooge?!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Maybe that's why some of my underwear are missing…"
"I didn't take your underwear! I only wash and dry them! Nothing else!"
"Really? Then why are some of them missing?"
"How should I know that? Ask Misato, or-or maybe ask yourself! Where did YOU put YOUR underwear?"
"Are you implying that I'm incompetent?!?"
"I never implied anything of that sort! Asuka, stop this nonsense or-or…" he trailed off while he struggling to come up with a decent threat.
"Or what, Baka?" She asked before she started tapping her foot on the ground.
"I-uh, or I… I won't make you breakfast!" He finally said, although it came out more like a question than a threat. 'Shinji, you're pathetic.'
"Shinji, you're pathetic." Asuka stated flatly, reflecting what he thought. "Now get out of there, and make me my breakfast."
"Yes, Asuka." He said softly.
"You're just too easy, Baka-Shinji." She said before walking away.
He sighed as he slowly got out of his bath. 'Running away again, Shinji?' a part of him asked. He dried himself off, and with another sigh, opened the door. He went directly to 'Shinji's Lovely Suite', making as little noise as possible, especially near the door leading to the redhead's room. He dressed in his school uniform, and picked up his SDAT player.
He slid his door ever so slightly and took a peek of the hallway. Seeing no signs of his roommate and colleague, he quickly tiptoed his way out. Relief came over him after hearing the faint sound of running water as he passed by the bathroom.
The kitchen was one of Shinji Ikari's areas of expertise. He quickly donned his apron, and rummaged around the fridge in search of the necessary items for breakfast. He decided against anything elaborate since the skirmish earlier took away any extra time he had. He put the bread in the toaster and turned on the stove for the eggs. After that, he opened a can of tuna for Pen-Pen and worked the coffee maker. With those tasks done, he pulled out his Math homework and set on solving the problems he failed to do the night before.
As he was calculating the solution for the final problem, a zombie-like moan emanating from the hallway informed Shinji that a certain Major was awake. The purple-haired woman, dressed in a manner Shinji found inappropriate, lazily made her way to the fridge. She took an ice-cold Yebisu Beer can and popped open the lid. She started drinking it, and did not stop until the can was emptied of its contents.
"YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Misato Katsuragi yelled while crumpling the beer can in her hand. "Now that's how you start your morning!"
"Do you really have to make that much noise?" The pilot of Unit-01 queried.
"Yes, it makes you feel ready to face the world! The beer awakens your senses, too! You should try it out-" she paused as she considered her charge's age, "-in a few years. But shouting in the morning would really help bring some steam out."
"It would also help make the neighbors move out. And I don't think that beer is very nutritious." He retorted.
"Pssh! The traditional Japanese breakfast—"
"starts with rice, Miso soup, and sake. You told me this several times before."
"Then why do you still shake your head at my Yebisu?"
"Because you're still the only one I know that has beer instead of coffee in the morning."
"Leave me alone!" She muttered in defeat.
"Guten Morgen." Asuka said as she walked in fully dressed.
"Good Morning, Asuka!" Misato replied in her cheery voice, not wanting to be the topic of conversation any longer. "Eat your breakfast quick, or you might be late for school!"
"I would have been earlier, but someone took a little too long in the bath!"
"I did not! You barged in on me!" Shinji shot back.
"Whatever. Anyway, Misato-san, is there a test scheduled today?"
"No, and before I forget, I'm working late again tonight. Just order out or something."
The doorbell rang, and Shinji put his homework down to accept the guests. The door slid open to reveal the figures of Touji Suzuhara and Kensuke Aida.
"Good Morning, Shinji!" The taller boy said in a cheerful voice.
"Yes, good morning, and how is Misato?" The bespectacled boy added.
From the kitchen, Asuka was heard yelling, "The three stooges are all present! How are Larry and Curly? And where is Hikari?"
"Oh, da class rep is at school early, takin' care of da class an' stuff, ya know, responsibilities. Stuff ya wouldn't know about." Touji replied.
"What the hell would you know about responsibilities, you little monkey bastard!"
Touji was about to unleash his own tirade of obscenities, but Misato cut him off, "Now, now, children. It's too early for a fight. And besides, they're our guests, so treat them as such Asuka." She reasoned.
"Aah, Misato is just so cool... I wish a girl like her would order me around." Kensuke said dreamily, just out of Misato's hearing range.
Shinji shook his head as he went to pick up his books and book bag. 'They still don't know what kind of a slob she is.' "I'm going!" he said as he put his shoes on.
"Wait for me!" Asuka yelled while finishing off her toast.
"Come on, Ikari, let's go! Don't let da demon push you around." Touji urged Shinji.
"Yea, Ikari, come on!" Kensuke pleaded.
"Okay, I'm about t—"
"You idiot! I told you to wait for me!" Asuka cut him off.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing!"
"I'm sorry."
"Arrgh!" Asuka sighed as she picked up her bag. "We're leaving Misato!"
"Okay!" Misato answered, shoving her arm into the hallway. Touji and Kensuke had tears forming at the mere sight of her forearm waving.
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After entering the classroom, Shinji immediately noticed the absence of Rei Ayanami. 'I guess she's absent again, as usual. It's always either she's unusually early or not here. I wonder where she goes off to all those days…' He pondered while going towards his desk. He sat down and started up his laptop for the school day, even though he was sure the teacher would go and babble about his experiences about his version of Second Impact. He propped his chin on his palm and looked around to observe the events around the classroom. Asuka was currently chatting with Hikari. It seemed that Hikari was not giving Asuka her full attention. She was sneaking glances at someone in the back of the room every now and then. Shinji carefully followed her line of site, as it directly pointed to one particular boy: Touji. Currently, the boy was with Kensuke, and was also sneaking glances. Shinji had heard rumors about the two, but he hadn't seen the two of them together and he did not feel like barging in on his friend's lovelife.
Finally the old Sensei arrived. Immediately, Hikari switched to class representative mode and commanded, "Stand up! Bow! Sit down!"
The teacher started slow, and picked up his pace as he went along his story. Student heads dropped like flies after hearing his signature line, "During the Second Impact, I was…" The students practically knew the story by heart, and hearing it for the umpteenth time did not seem enticing.
Asuka had trouble keeping her eyelids open while listening to the teacher drone about Second Impact. 'I know even more about the real Second Impact than this old man does. I should be telling the story. That way no one would be bored. Bah! I shouldn't even be in this stupid backward school! I graduated last year!' She sighed, 'I wish Kaji would come and pick me up. Only stupid boys go to this school.' Desperate, she opened the Paint program in her laptop, and doodled about anything and everything that came to her mind.
Shinji was already counting down to lunchtime. 'Three hours… what will I do in three hours?' he thought as he struggled to find some form of entertainment. Strangely, sleep would not come to him, and putting his head down did not seem to help. He tried to do what Rei did and looked out the window, but that proved to be as entertaining as watching grass grow. Out of ideas and bored to death, he once again put his head down to try to sleep.
Hikari was constantly looking from one end of the room to the other. She was carefully looking for any misbehaving students. But her focus was diverted from her duty as she came upon the sleeping form of Touji Suzuhara. She thought to herself as she subconsciously began to stare, 'Maybe I should try offering him lunch or something. Kodama and Nozomi always say there's more than enough food for all of us.'
Kensuke typed furiously at his laptop. The information he was currently looking at is not what would be considered legal by NERV. He was trying to get every juicy piece of information that he could. He could never get solid evidence of anything going on at NERV. They were always either old news or rumors. 'Dammit, why don't they just let me pilot an Evangelion? At this rate, even Hikari would get to pilot before me.' He sighed. 'What time is it? 8:20 only? Damn, the old man still has two and a half hours to go… Oh well, might as just play… now what was my password again…' he trailed off as he moved from hacking into NERV's system to playing an ancient pre- Second Impact game. 'Stick together team!'
Touji was still sleeping soundly. Traces of saliva were beginning to form in the corner of his mouth. He tried to beat his record of three minutes staying awake, but his desk seemed very soft and inviting all of a sudden after the old man started the same old Second Impact story.
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Two hours crawled by. The old man was going at it full strength, he focused all of his emotions into telling his experiences during Second Impact. Had he paid more attention to the state of the students, he would have known that no one was listening to him.
Kensuke still had not died, and the terrorists were still scratching their heads as to how they could not beat this single counter-terrorist who only had a Desert Eagle for a weapon. Some neophytes were foolish enough to make a dash for it, only to get pumped full of lead in a matter of two seconds. The terrorist team could only wonder how much money their enemy has accumulated.
Touji was still in the land of slumber. There was now a pool of drool around the area where his cheek and his desk met. He twitched every now and then, and occasionally mumbled something that Touji himself might not understand had he been awake.
Hikari still held her vigil on the class. She still took quick glances at Touji, wishing she was nearer to him, or better yet be able to talk to him.
Asuka had given up on Paint an hour ago and was now looking online for a new bathing suit. She received a few messages every now and then, but she just ignored or deleted it, knowing that it came from another 'stupid and perverted boy' from the class.
Shinji was two steps away from finally getting to sleep. He had put his head down half an hour ago, but sleep still avoided him. He was facing the window and his view of the outside was a little hazy. However, he did not miss the gunship that flew by a few minutes ago. It seemed to have been heading towards NERV Headquarters. He shrugged it off, 'Must be some test or something.' Again, he tried to sleep.
Suddenly, a second gunship flew by.
And a third.
Then a fourth.
Soon, the sea of choppers that were flying by the school filled his view.
Two cell phones rang in the classroom.
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The inside of the gunship was dark, and it had more space than Shinji expected. The blades made a very loud and constant sound. Asuka was seated beside him and she was asking the man in front of them for anything about their situation. The man had black military gear on, and in his hands was a rifle with a nightvision scope attached.
"Why can't you tell us anything?!?" Asuka yelled at the man.
"Because what you're asking for is classified!" The man answered. "I'm not authorized to give you any information! Please wait until we get to our destination!"
"Which is where?" Asuka asked once more, standing up in the process.
"I told you kid, it's classified!"
"Baka-Shinji, say something!" She yelled right at the boy's ear.
"I-I think we should listen to him and wait!" Shinji yelled back.
"Baka-Shinji's useless…" Asuka muttered as she went to sit back down.
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"We're almost there!" The man announced.
"Finally…" Asuka said.
Shinji had been looking through the window as their journey progressed. They went past the mountainous terrains around Tokyo-3 and slowly, the Pacific Ocean came into their view. A few gray dots mottled its waters, and soon he identified the dots as individual ships that made up the Pacific fleet. The chopper headed towards the USS Over the Rainbow, the same supercarrier where Shinji and Asuka first met. Its damages were now fixed, and F-18s once again littered the flat deck.
As the chopper made its slow and rocky descent, Shinji saw a man in a dark blue suit come towards the helipad. His jet-black hair flew in all directions, and his eyes were covered with a pair of sunglasses. He held a hand up to cover his face as the air became stronger. The chopper trembled as it made contact with the ground, and the Children felt the engines die down. The rotation of the blades slowed, and the man in the blue suit slid the door open to welcome the passengers.
"Good Morning, you are the Second and Third Children I presume?" he said.
"Who wants to know?" Asuka asked.
"I'm Mishima Takamitsu. I work for the UN." The man replied. "You remember this ship, am I correct?"
"Yes… this ship brings some memories." Asuka said as she remembered the battle with the Sixth Angel.
"Why don't we go inside and I can explain everything to you?" Mishima suggested.
"We're not going anywhere until you tell us what the situation is!" Asuka declared. "Right, Shinji?"
Shinji could only nod.
The man frowned, "Very well then…" he started. "At 10:00 am today, we lost contact with NERV Headquarters. We suspected an Angel attack, but the klaxons were not turned on. Jammed or lost signals are quite common these days, since the attacks started, so, we assumed that NERV was having a minor technical difficulty."
"We gave them fifteen minutes to regain contact, all the while preparing for the worst. At 10:16 am we moved into Tokyo-3. We deployed ground troops to check Central Dogma, and they found something very interesting."
"Get to the point!!" Asuka demanded.
Running out of patience himself, Takamitsu said,"We estimated that at 10:00 am NERV Headquarters disappeared from the face of the Earth."
To be continued…
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2 Author's Babbling
This is going to be officially the first chapter of my fic. Not much to say, but I still need to thank Ryoma for pre-reading this chapter.
Questions will be answered in the next chapter. I'm still working on it, and I hope to publish it soon.
I have a website now, and you can find this story and some other boring stuff in there. My website is: geocities.com/ecelsiore if you want to know. It's pretty boring right now, but I am working on improving the site.
All C&C's are welcome at my email addy: ecelsiore@hotmail.com
Hey lookie here, my own omake theater. Tee hee!
*Omake Theater*
The sun was beginning to take a peek through the horizon. The perpetual summer sky was a beautiful kaleidoscope of indigo, yellow, orange, and red. Birds were starting to sing their everyday melodies as they flew from tree to tree. The streets were still virtually empty, only a few buses occupied them every now and then. The few restaurants that set up shop in the area were warming the kitchens and heating the tea.
The city of Tokyo-3 was beginning to stir, its daily routines getting started. It was quite a sight. With skyscrapers rising from holes in the ground and the state-of-the-art technology used all over it, Tokyo-3 could be considered the eighth wonder of the world.
Although it was on short supply of one important ingredient, something all cities have overflowing amounts of. One would not notice it without closer inspection.
The city lacked ho's.
That's right. Prostitutes were extremely rare in Tokyo-3. Maybe because the only men who can be 'serviced' in Tokyo-3 are the following:
1. The brooding, secretive bastard who wears sunglasses even at night, and sits behind his desk all day. (Under the desk is very cramped, and there is zero visibility.
2. The cowardly fourteen-year old who had little 'trysts' with a gray- haired, red-eyed, fifteen-year old boy. Ho's do not like the threesome thingy.
3. The big black blocks. 'Nuff said.
4. The nerdy fourteen-year old—with guns—ho's don't see a day without the sound of a gun being unloaded. Yeah, I'm talking about THAT gun too.
5. The fourteen-year old jock. He might be 'serviceable', but the 'being a minor' thingy does not bode well for the business.
6. The pony-tailed secret agent. Ah, now at first look, he might have been the most serviceable, but this guy turns out to be a cheap bastard that does his disappearing act when the time to fork over the cash comes.