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Chapter 2 How do you catch a falling angel?
My name is Shinji Ikari.
Ten minutes ago, I was a twenty-one year old nobody with a dead-end job living by himself in a lonely one-room apartment.
Now I'm a twenty-one year old nobody with a dead-end job with a very young infant in my arms in a lonely one-room apartment.
My mind started to work again as she settled into my chest. Even though I had never seen any pictures of Ayanami as a child, the resemblance was striking. The shade of azure her hair possessed, her deep red eyes, it all mirrored Ayanami's own countenance. She even exuded a presence of complete calm just like the pilot of Unit 00.
'Alright, Shinji, settle down.' I thought, taking a deep breath. 'You're holding a miniature replica of a girl that was supposed to be dead for seven years, and the only clue you have as to why she's here is a note that's just screaming of Rei. Think!'
Suddenly, a small noise snapped me out of my reverie. A soft cry took my attention away from my musings, and I looked down towards the child. "Uh oh..." I said nervously. The little girl fidgeted slightly in my arms, her voice piercing my heart.
"Aw, don't cry, baby... Don't cry..." I said franticly. I rocked her a little bit more, but she only cried harder. "Uh, come on, don't cry..." I said dismayed at the predicament I was in. 'Come on, Ikari. You've been in tighter squeezes than this.' my brain rationalized. I remembered from one of the few helpful classes I attended in high school. I checked her if she was wet, but found that she was dry as a bone. Even if she did need a diaper change, it wasn't as if I had any handy.
"Ok. Let's see, babies cry when they're hungry." I thought out loud, opting for another explanation to her tears.
"Are you hungry?"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
'Duh, she can't talk, genius...' the voice in my head chided.
"Ok, babies like milk." I thought. Running towards the fridge with the little girl still crying in my arms, I reached for the milk box. "Argh! I forgot, it's empty." I yelled, throwing the empty carton over my shoulder. This only seemed to distress the infant more, and she started to cry louder.
"Right, that didn't work." I thought glumly.
I was starting to lose it when I someone turned on a light bulb in my dim head. Alternating the baby in one hand as I hastily put on my coat, I went outside and hailed a cab.
Half an hour later:
"Your lucky today's Sunday, Shinji." Hikari sighed as she packed me a bag with baby formula and diapers in her kitchen. "Thanks, Hikari..." I said, cradling the sleeping child again. The former class-rep shook her head and sighed again. "What kind of person can just abandon a baby in front of a total stranger's house?" she said, handing me the bag. "My question exactly." I replied, still unnerved by the child's resemblance to Ayanami.
"In any case, I found this on her hand..." Hikari said, handing me a small bracelet. "I recognized it from my hospital. You should check there to see if they can tell you who her parents are." Hikari said, pointing to a small insignia on the bracelet.
For those of you who wanted to know, Hikari's studying to be a doctor at the Tokyo 3 Metro-Hospital. After graduating head of her class in high school, she decided to become a pediatrician and got a scholarship with, of all the places, NERV. With Misato at the helm, the establishment, though still secretive and shady, decided to enhance it's public image. Lucky for me, Hikari was just as hard working as she was in junior high, and kept supplies to study baby formulas and other baby products she was studying.
"Hi, my name is Yui. I'm a girl!" it read, the plastic trinket shining a dull pink.
"Yui..." I whispered. I looked down at the bundle in my arms.
"Yui..."
Notes: Yeah. Here you go. Damn, I'm so depressed...
To my reviewers: Thanks.
Chapter 2 How do you catch a falling angel?
My name is Shinji Ikari.
Ten minutes ago, I was a twenty-one year old nobody with a dead-end job living by himself in a lonely one-room apartment.
Now I'm a twenty-one year old nobody with a dead-end job with a very young infant in my arms in a lonely one-room apartment.
My mind started to work again as she settled into my chest. Even though I had never seen any pictures of Ayanami as a child, the resemblance was striking. The shade of azure her hair possessed, her deep red eyes, it all mirrored Ayanami's own countenance. She even exuded a presence of complete calm just like the pilot of Unit 00.
'Alright, Shinji, settle down.' I thought, taking a deep breath. 'You're holding a miniature replica of a girl that was supposed to be dead for seven years, and the only clue you have as to why she's here is a note that's just screaming of Rei. Think!'
Suddenly, a small noise snapped me out of my reverie. A soft cry took my attention away from my musings, and I looked down towards the child. "Uh oh..." I said nervously. The little girl fidgeted slightly in my arms, her voice piercing my heart.
"Aw, don't cry, baby... Don't cry..." I said franticly. I rocked her a little bit more, but she only cried harder. "Uh, come on, don't cry..." I said dismayed at the predicament I was in. 'Come on, Ikari. You've been in tighter squeezes than this.' my brain rationalized. I remembered from one of the few helpful classes I attended in high school. I checked her if she was wet, but found that she was dry as a bone. Even if she did need a diaper change, it wasn't as if I had any handy.
"Ok. Let's see, babies cry when they're hungry." I thought out loud, opting for another explanation to her tears.
"Are you hungry?"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
'Duh, she can't talk, genius...' the voice in my head chided.
"Ok, babies like milk." I thought. Running towards the fridge with the little girl still crying in my arms, I reached for the milk box. "Argh! I forgot, it's empty." I yelled, throwing the empty carton over my shoulder. This only seemed to distress the infant more, and she started to cry louder.
"Right, that didn't work." I thought glumly.
I was starting to lose it when I someone turned on a light bulb in my dim head. Alternating the baby in one hand as I hastily put on my coat, I went outside and hailed a cab.
Half an hour later:
"Your lucky today's Sunday, Shinji." Hikari sighed as she packed me a bag with baby formula and diapers in her kitchen. "Thanks, Hikari..." I said, cradling the sleeping child again. The former class-rep shook her head and sighed again. "What kind of person can just abandon a baby in front of a total stranger's house?" she said, handing me the bag. "My question exactly." I replied, still unnerved by the child's resemblance to Ayanami.
"In any case, I found this on her hand..." Hikari said, handing me a small bracelet. "I recognized it from my hospital. You should check there to see if they can tell you who her parents are." Hikari said, pointing to a small insignia on the bracelet.
For those of you who wanted to know, Hikari's studying to be a doctor at the Tokyo 3 Metro-Hospital. After graduating head of her class in high school, she decided to become a pediatrician and got a scholarship with, of all the places, NERV. With Misato at the helm, the establishment, though still secretive and shady, decided to enhance it's public image. Lucky for me, Hikari was just as hard working as she was in junior high, and kept supplies to study baby formulas and other baby products she was studying.
"Hi, my name is Yui. I'm a girl!" it read, the plastic trinket shining a dull pink.
"Yui..." I whispered. I looked down at the bundle in my arms.
"Yui..."
Notes: Yeah. Here you go. Damn, I'm so depressed...
