Author's Note: Thanks very much for the feedback everyone.  I just got my first negative feedback today warning me of how awful cross-overs are and how I'll just blasphemize Evangelion throwing it in with Sailor Moon.  My 'fic has even been called the "Cream of the crap"!  I've had things telling me that Shinji was too OOC, some warning that it would be impossible to keep the characters in characters, some even going so far as to say "will you use Shinji and the Sailor Moon girls to satisfy your own perverse thoughts?"  Some say that it looked like it was thrown together rather quickly and hurriedly.  I started this about a year ago as a challenge to someone that I could write a better cross-over than they could in a shorter amount of time.  After they didn't even attempt, I just stopped with the first two chapters.  I was drawn to submit this to www.fanfiction.net and that's what led me to continue onto it.  I agree that this isn't the best one in the world, not even close.  That's why it's only my first, everyone needs a starting point.  I picked a general starting point (a Sailor Moon cross-over) with some difficulty to it (Evangelion and Sailor Moon… sound difficult enough?).  Still, I'm going to try my hardest to keep it all together.  Nevertheless, thanks much for the feedback, positive or negative.  I greatly appreciate it.  Just try to stick with it, I'll trim the rough ends and pull things together, and ESPECIALLY keep the characters in character. Promise!

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            A very strange sound was heard the next morning.  Not quite so strange as unnatural.  The sound of birds singing.  In the midst of Tokyo-3 there weren't many places, aside from the parks, that birds could live.  Being awakened by the sounds of singing birds was almost alarming.  He lay in bed with broken memories rushing to him, trying to piece them together.  The tests.  The bomb.  The accident.  Suddenly appearing in this strange place.  Strange place?  More like a whole new world, one that had never been ravaged by Second Impact at all.  He began to settle as it all came together and he became completely aware of his settings.

            Shinji sat up and began to rub the sleep from his eyes.  Making his way to the window, he caught sight of the songbirds sitting in a tree just outside the window.  Though he'd heard birds singing many times before, it was almost surreal to hear them so close, so early.  His mind began to drift back to before everything went wrong.  Back to when he was very young, when his mother, whom he could even faintly remember, was alive.  He had lived in an area surrounded by nature.  A smile crept across his face as he drifted back into the good times, his happiness crossing the crevice of time and distance and reaching him now.

            Hesitantly, he opened up the door to the guest room leading to the outside hallway.  He stood at the doorway for a moment, almost feeling out of place, like he was about to intrude into hostile territory.  Finally, he stepped out into the hall, and noticing no sudden attack on his being, decided to move to the kitchen; partially to see if Makoto was awake yet, partially because it was the only other part of the house he knew.

            "I suppose she isn't up yet," he said nearly in a croak.  Eep, morning voice, he thought.  It's a good thing she wasn't up to hear… That could have been quite embarrassing…He tried clearing his throat, but decided that it wouldn't do the job.  I need something to drink… Would she mind if I used one of her glasses to drink?

            As he made his way to the cupboard his mind continued to seem to talk to itself.  It's only a glass of water.  What am I so worried about?  She was friendly to me.  She was nice to me.  She wouldn't get upset over something so trivial… would she?  Come to think of it, I guess I don't really know much about girls.  The only ones I really spend time with are Asuka, Rei, and Misato.  Asuka is a time bomb, ready to go off at any moment, hardly any temperament… Misato, she's nice I suppose, but what a slob.  She can't seem to take care of herself at all.  But when she's at work, it's like she's a totally different person.  Almost as if she's torn between two identities.  I wonder if Asuka has two identities as well?  Would she have a nice, accepting self just as Misato has a lazy self and a no non-sense self?  Rei… We get along.  I like being around her, but I'm not sure if I like her.  I suppose it's just my lack of people skills… Speaking of which, she hardly says anything, she never seems to show any type of emotion at all… Does she have another self?  One that expresses and wishes to be expressed?  Hikari, the class representative, I don't know her very well.  In class she demands respect, controls us with an unprecedented authority; sometimes though, when class is over, when Touji and Kensuke and I are talking, she looks to us with such… frailty in her eyes.  Almost as if she's nervous of us.  Is that her other self?  The one that holds control, and the one that longs for it… Is that right?  Is this just something in girls?  It can't be… Are all girls composed of two?  That can't be right… Myself, I'm usually quiet, introverted, I think that's the word that Asuka used to mock my personality one day, but sometimes, like when I'm talking with Touji and Kensuke, or when I have to release my anger, I'm more open.  I talk a lot to them, don't I?  I express myself, right?  These people, the ones I met… I wonder if they are made up of two?  They all seem so friendly, so attentive, so nice…  Is there another side to them?  A bad one?

            Before he'd realized it, he'd almost drank the whole glass of water.  Looking down at the half-empty glass, he noticed a strange looking… stick, I suppose would be the best description, sitting on the dining table in the center of the kitchen.  A strange sparkle emitted from it, almost beckoning him to it.  He picked it up, looking over it.  What the heck is this?  What a strange symbol.  He ran his thumb across something looking like a fancy four.  He nearly fumbled the stick and glass as he heard a yawn emit from across the room.

            "Wow, you're up early.  I was hoping to surprise you with breakfast," Makoto said, still not looking very awake.  "What have you got there?"  Her eyes widened a bit as she stepped towards him and she focused on her transformation item in his hand.  Her mind raced, begging for something to tell him.

            "Oops, I'm sorry… I shouldn't have bothered your things without asking…" he said, almost shamefully.  He put down the stick and put the glass on the countertop.  "There was just something about it that kind of drew me in.  I won't bother your things anymore.

            "Oh no, it's fine really.  I'm your hostess, I want you to be as comfortable as possible," she responded, almost forgetting about the stick altogether.  "If you're wondering about that… it's… it's a…"

            "It looks almost like one of those wacky pens," Shinji said out of nowhere.

            "What?" she asked, astonished at his answer.

            "At my old school, I saw people writing with these.  They look really funny, but they're ink pens, isn't that right?"

            "…Of course!  You saw right through the gimmick!" she said, exasperated at how he'd saved her the trouble.  "You looked pretty deep in thought.  Is something on your mind?"

            "No, I was just thinking about something… Don't worry about it… It's pretty dumb…"

            She stepped to the table and stood across it from him, leaning on it a bit.  "It's not dumb at all, I'm sure of it.  Tell me?"

            "I don't know…"

            Her eyes went big and puppy dog-ish.  "Pretty please?"

            He felt himself beginning to blush and looked down, hiding the crimson of his cheeks.  "…I was just thinking of… identities.  It seems like there's so many hidden ones… Some that we even hide from ourselves out of fear or protection to ourselves… It seems like people have secret identities… Do you understand what I mean?" he asked, slowly beginning to look up.

            She was almost certain that he'd figured everything out.  That when his sight went down, he was looking at the transformation stick; that he'd somehow figured out it's powers and her secret.  When he looked back up at her with such innocent eyes though, she realized she was just being paranoid.  There was no malice in those eyes, they'd expected nothing… or had they?

            She snatched up the stick and nodded, "Yes, of course.  I know exactly where you're coming from," she floundered.  I've got to change the subject…Aha!  "Your clothes," she simply said.

            He paused for a moment, a bit stunned at her simple statement, then suddenly looked down at his clothes, searching for a tear or stain or other embarrassment.  "You slept in your clothes," she followed up.  "We didn't even think to get you any change in clothes."

            "It must have been all the excitement, it was easy to overlook.  It's no big deal."

            "Of course it is, after breakfast I'll call everyone and we'll work it all out!"

            "Alright," he answered, not even attempting a resistance.  He'd learned that friendliness can penetrate many a defense.

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            "Shinji Ikari, I'd like you to meet Haruka Tenou and Michiru Kaiou; Michiru, Haruka, vice versa," Usagi said, quite content with herself in not botching up the introductions.

            "So you're the weird kid," Haruka said, extending a handshake.

            "Haruka!" Michiru exclaimed, giving the fore mentioned a glare.  "Don't mind Haruka," she spoke, softly suddenly, with a smile to melt the coldest heart, "it's nothing personal."

            Shinji awkwardly shook the extended hand, feeling uncomfortable being the center of attention yet again.

            "Where's Setsuna?" Ami asked from behind Shinji.

            "She said something about not being able to make it today, maybe tomorrow," Michiru said, again with a softness to make the sharp scolding to Haruka seem like a thing of the past.

            Everyone settled in comfortably in the Hino Temple and the discussion began.

            "Now then, let's examine the way this all came to be…" Ami started.  "Usagi, you say that you and Mamoru were enjoying a picnic, when suddenly he just fell onto you from nowhere?"

            "That's exactly the way it happened," Usagi confirmed, nodding.

            "Hmm…" It looked as if Ami had suddenly locked herself into her mind, searching for an answer.

            "Uhmm… I think maybe I know what happened…" Shinji chimed sheepishly.  As everyone turned to him, he felt his courage escaping him, but tried to explain himself anyway.  "Well, the last thing that happened that I can remember was piloting my Eva…  I was doing a routine test on a prototype bomb…  I planted the bomb on the Angel, those giant beings that ravage everything, and I started to run away from it… Only I'd forgotten that the simulation was set to perfect AI instead just target practice… I fell down and the Angel, it grabbed the leg of my Eva… I panicked and hit the eject button, but I didn't think about the fact that my back was to the Angel and the bomb… So my plug was launched directly into the heart of the explosion…  The scientist in charge of the operation… She told me that the bomb would nullify itself along with the object that interfered…  I think that maybe the blast disintegrated the plug and maybe that's why it was nowhere to be found… and that's why I landed so far away from Tokyo-3, because of the explosion adding to my already forward thrust…"

            A room full of grimaced and confused faces stared at him.  He felt as though he were only three inches tall.  Finally one of them said something.

            "…What are you talking about?"

            Shinji's face went to the source of the voice, Rei Hino.  "What do you mean…?" he asked.  Was NERV covering everything up so well that everybody except the people of Tokyo-3 knew about the Angels?  How could that be possible?

            "What's an Eva? And an… Angel? Like a messenger from God?  Why on Earth would you want to plant a bomb on it?  Tokyo-3? When was there ever a Tokyo-2?  None of what you're saying is making any sense," Rei said disdainfully.

            Shinji immediately leapt to his feet and looked around the room at all the faces, no longer faces, now demons, waiting to pounce.  "What do you mean?" he said, holding down what he could of the ensuing panic.  "After Second Impact, Tokyo was destroyed…  Then Tokyo-2 was built, but when Tokyo-3 was built, everyone flocked there… And Eva, how can you not know what it is?  The giant robots that fight off the Angels sent to destroy us!  How can you not know…" his voice fell with his face.

            "Shinji, you aren't making any sense… What is Second Impact?" Mamoru said concerned.

            He couldn't believe what he was hearing.  He definitely knew that everyone knew about Second Impact.  "Second Impact, in the year 2000, when the so-called meteor hit Antarctica and wiped out over half of the population!"

            Makoto had had enough; she stood up with a stomp.  "Shinji, that's an awful thing to say!  Nothing of the sort has happened!"

            He made fists in his hair and saw the corners of his vision beginning to blur.  "No, no this is all wrong… What's going on? How can you not know this!"  And with those words, he fainted and fell backwards onto the floor, leaving the rest with only more questions.

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            Ropes that Rei had kept around for special ceremonies and celebrations were used to tie Shinji down to a post in the fire reading room, in the event that he should wake up and become psychotic.  They had decided it was the best choice for two reasons: one, it was the one that could best be locked off, Rei had made sure of that after too many interruptions during her reading sessions, and two, it was in the heart of the temple, so in the event that he should escape, he'd have to make it out of the maze of a temple.  They had no idea what was going on, what had happened to make him become so hostile and crazy out of nowhere, what would even make him think such horrible things; all they knew was that he should be kept somewhere where he could not hurt the others, or himself.  They decided to leave him there until he woke up or until they could figure out what to do with him.

            The only thing they knew for certain was that Shinji was not from the future; his story of what had happened in the year 2000 confirmed that.  The millennium had come in years ago and there was certainly no catastrophe like he'd mentioned.  All they could really do was wait, wait for him to wake up or wait for things to make sense; whichever came first.

            ~End Day 2~

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            Author's Note II: Okay, okay. I've been warned to stop this 'fic.  Don't judge a book by it's cover though, I don't intend to make this a mockery.  I acknowledge the fact that a lot of people hate cross-overs, I acknowledge the fact that apparently LOTS of people hate Sailor Moon cross-overs.  I respect the fact that you're looking out for the fanfiction community, at least respect the fact that in writing this I'm getting experience and developing better writing methods so that if you hate this one, I'll hopefully write AT LEAST one you can tolerate.