Neon Genesis Evangelion: Ferite Nuove
Movement One
Chapter I
The rain pounded on the windows of the downtown Tokyo-3 apartment that was home to Misato Katsuragi an her two charges, Shinji Ikari, and Asuka Langly Soryhu. As Misato raided the refrigerator for another beer the phone rang.
"Hello?" She said as she put it to her ear. She listened intently to the man on the other end for a moment, and placed the phone back onto the cradle. Well, placed can used quite loosely in this situation, as the sound of it reverberated around the small living room. The look on her face was one of mixed emotions, of shock and disgust. She looked to the door as she heard it shut.
"Is anyone home?" It was Shinji's voice.
"I'm here."
He walked into the room where Misato's voice had come from and set his bag on the couch.
"What's the matter?" He asked as he fumbled with the shirt of his school uniform, trying to un-tuck it. His brown hair was shaggier than usual and his stance seemed far different, more laid back. Misato suddenly realized how much he'd changed since the events three years earlier.
"I just received a call from Fuyutsuki. Apparently they are going to continue the Evangelion project after all. They need you three to be at headquarters tomorrow in the morning for some harmonics tests."
"Oh God, we're going through this again?" He sighed, and threw up his hands angrily. "I don't understand why they haven't destroyed those monsters! Doesn't he realize all he's put us through?"
"I'm sure he realizes, but that doesn't take away from the fact that it was your father who's organizing the whole thing."
Shinji went quiet. His face glazed over in a look of pure hatred. The counter argument he was ready to produce became a stream of stammering and muttered curses.
"It's an order." She said.
Shinji regained his composure, his face a mask of hatred, mostly for his father than the woman standing before him.
"Orders are for military personnel Misato, not children." And with that he stepped into his room, sliding the door shut.
Misato sighed and dropped heavily onto the couch. Pushing his bag aside she wondered where his new attitude had come from. She'd never remembered him being so outspoken about his anger, granted the mere mention of his father's name still sent him into a fit of mumbling, but even so she thought; He's never been like this.
All the way across town, Rei Ayanami lay in her hard bed, eyes toward the ceiling. Her apartment was the polar opposite of her three co- workers'. Misato's apartment was almost always neat and tidy, which was mostly Ikari's work. Rei's apartment was cold and bare, without any furniture save for a dresser on the far wall opposite the bed.
Her mind raced with thoughts. Lightening quick doubts and slow as mud reassurances of past and present, of destruction and preservation. These were the things that plagued her most when she was alone. Who was she? The question still haunted her deepest sleep.
Her eyes, as red as blood, came to rest on the broken glasses sitting atop her dresser. Now her mind was flooded with new thoughts and emotions. Gendo Ikari. Who was he to her? Was he a mentor, a father figure? Could she trust him? There were no answers at hand.
Tired of the oppressive weight on her shoulders, the girl rolled over and quickly fell asleep. She would never remember the dream she had that night, but even so, she would soon come to understand the reasoning behind it. Because, for the most part, it involved the other item that rested upon that lonely dresser. A manila folder with the words "Ferite Nuove" stamped across it.
Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion and its characters are property of
Hideaki Anno, and Gainax. All original characters are property of Adam
Hammock and MediaCore Entertainment.
Here it is the first chapter of this tale. Sorry it's so short but that's how it's going to be. The layout will be 20 or so chapters per movement, with three movements in all. Please review to let me know your opinions on what's going on so far, and so I can answer any questions you may have about this whole project.