Shattered Soul
Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion. All I know is that it is a great story and I am really bored right now. If anyone wants me to take this down, with valid reasons, I will. If this clashes with anyone else's story then sorry. I have yet to read a story that is like this.
Prologue:
A man dropped his 5 year old son on the ground. Watching as he tried to get up, he sneered and throws a bag at him. The boy starts sniffling and struggles out from under the bag. The man turns around and starts to walk off, ignoring the all out bawling coming from behind him.
The young boy was crying as he watched his father walk away without looking back. The boy hurriedly tries to remove himself from the bag in order to follow his father. The boy cried and ran after his father as fast as possible. His small legs carrying him as fast as possible.
"Don't go daddy!!!," he cried.
5 year old Shinji Ikari ran after his father, crying and shouting the whole way, but tripped and landed face first on the pavement. He struggled to get up. His arms and his right cheek were red from the crash to the pavement. He sat crying and watching his father walk away. Not once did the man look back. Not once did he turn around. Gendo continued on as if nothing had happened. All the while, his son's crying the only sound in the air.
All at once a look of intense anger flashed across Shinji's face. It was a look so filled with anger that anyone watching him would definitely think about keeping their distance. His 'father' still didn't look back even with the sound of his son's crying suddenly going silent. Shinji's body shook with anger. He slammed his fists into the ground, aggravating the already red knuckles from his previous fall. Then the anger was gone.
He relaxed and looked around him. He could see his bag back where his father had thrown it. Shinji hung his head in shame, realizing he must have done something wrong. That was the only thing he could think of. He was bad. He did something wrong.
Then that too was gone. All that was left was a small 5 year old child, sitting in the middle of the road. No emotion was on his face. No emotion was in his eyes. He sat there till someone came and told him that they were leaving now. He looked up and into the face of kind looking old man. The man was barely starting to gray. He helped Shinji up and together they walked back to Shinji's bag.
Shinji still showed nothing of any emotion. Nothing crossed his face when he was helped into the car. Nothing was on his face as he was belted into the car. Nothing showed on his face for the next 9 years.
Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion. All I know is that it is a great story and I am really bored right now. If anyone wants me to take this down, with valid reasons, I will. If this clashes with anyone else's story then sorry. I have yet to read a story that is like this.
Prologue:
A man dropped his 5 year old son on the ground. Watching as he tried to get up, he sneered and throws a bag at him. The boy starts sniffling and struggles out from under the bag. The man turns around and starts to walk off, ignoring the all out bawling coming from behind him.
The young boy was crying as he watched his father walk away without looking back. The boy hurriedly tries to remove himself from the bag in order to follow his father. The boy cried and ran after his father as fast as possible. His small legs carrying him as fast as possible.
"Don't go daddy!!!," he cried.
5 year old Shinji Ikari ran after his father, crying and shouting the whole way, but tripped and landed face first on the pavement. He struggled to get up. His arms and his right cheek were red from the crash to the pavement. He sat crying and watching his father walk away. Not once did the man look back. Not once did he turn around. Gendo continued on as if nothing had happened. All the while, his son's crying the only sound in the air.
All at once a look of intense anger flashed across Shinji's face. It was a look so filled with anger that anyone watching him would definitely think about keeping their distance. His 'father' still didn't look back even with the sound of his son's crying suddenly going silent. Shinji's body shook with anger. He slammed his fists into the ground, aggravating the already red knuckles from his previous fall. Then the anger was gone.
He relaxed and looked around him. He could see his bag back where his father had thrown it. Shinji hung his head in shame, realizing he must have done something wrong. That was the only thing he could think of. He was bad. He did something wrong.
Then that too was gone. All that was left was a small 5 year old child, sitting in the middle of the road. No emotion was on his face. No emotion was in his eyes. He sat there till someone came and told him that they were leaving now. He looked up and into the face of kind looking old man. The man was barely starting to gray. He helped Shinji up and together they walked back to Shinji's bag.
Shinji still showed nothing of any emotion. Nothing crossed his face when he was helped into the car. Nothing was on his face as he was belted into the car. Nothing showed on his face for the next 9 years.