IMMORTAL
Shinji's POV now... But still I'm not gonna reveal too much. So there.
Pain.
Someone is in pain... someone is crying, someone is hurting, someone is dying. I'm feeling all of the pain in the world. Pain that was caused by one person. Only one person caused all this. Who could do that? So much pain...
My eyes snap open. How long have I slept? My body is aching, the blood is flowing beneath my skin. I am laid out upon a cold marble bier, like a dead man. A nameless corpse in the casualty of a massive war. I am not dead! I can't be dead... I am Shinji Ikari!
The halls are made of marble too. Sculpted grandly, they form arches and columns which hold up the roof. There is one lone figure standing by the window. Outside, the sky is dark, but not the dark of night. It is the dark of an evening summer storm.
The girl at the window catches my eye. Long white hair flows down the shoulders of the figure. Hair which is tied – no, clipped – into two long ponytails. Her skin is pale, like the marble which I lie upon. The bright red hair clips are the only coloured thing here. I can't see her face, but she seems familiar somehow. Someone I knew perhaps?
She turns around. Her eyes are gray. She looks like the shell of someone who once lived, but is now dead walking. Yet... she seems familiar somehow.
Asuka?
"Shinji?" she asks. Yes, I'm Shinji. Who else would I be? Shinji Ikari. I'm awake... I'm alive.
"Yes," I answer. "I'm back. But what's happened? Everything is different. Where is everyone else? Rei, Misato, Kensuke, Touji, Hikari... Where are they?"
She silences me, placing a finger on my lips. An annoying habit, I remember, Evidently that hasn't changed. But I don't really mind now. I'm just glad to see her.
"Tell you later," she says.
EnD