Well, hope you enjoyed the debut chapter…You…um…like one person that read this…
Seriously, what low feedback from my mass update…I guess Shinji's Stronghold made me forget that traditionally, my fanfics were snubbed, ala Fate of Destruction…
But like my other fanfics, I shall stubbornly carry on! Hah! Charge!
Since this fanfic got sort of snubbed although I like it, I've decided that before my next mass update, I'll give it an exclusive singular update as well as having it part of the next mass update.
And if anyone finds this fanfic horrifically confusing, feel free to address me with questions in the reviews along with actual reviews.
Well, let's start the show.
Tokyo 3, Japan
Tokyo 3 Motel
Shinji gasped, taking in a breath of musty air.
He lifted his head from the squeaking bed.
So…you're in some motel room…
He slowly rose, looking around the room as if seeing it for the very first time, simply in boxers and a white tee-shirt.
You don't know how long you've been there…or how you got there…
Shinji stood, staring at a small key sitting on the tan, wooden dresser, and picked it up, looking at the number "21" emblazoned on it.
He sighed, reaching out and opening one of the drawers in the dresser, noticing it was utterly empty; just a few shavings of wood within them.
Just some anonymous motel room. Won't tell you anything. Nothing in the drawers, but you look anyway.
He reached out for the remaining drawer, his face blank.
Nothing except a Bible.
He stared at the open drawer, peering listlessly at the Bible sitting there, dusty and unopened.
Tokyo 3, Japan
Tokyo 3 Motel, Office
Shinji Ikari sighed as he ruffled through the bundle of bills in his wallet, handing a few to a young bespectacled, freckled motel clerk with gray eyes and brownish hair.
The young man takes the money, and then pauses, his eyes apparently spotting something over Shinji's shoulder.
"That guy's already here."
The motel clerk spoke with a straining voice, tapping a picture of Touji Suzahara which is sitting on the counter.
Shinji nodded, and picked up the picture, turning his head to see a young men dressed in a slick black suit, with soft dark brown eyes and a shock of ebony hair atop his head.
Shinji simply stood there, watching carefully as the young man ambled closer to the glass door and then finally opened it wide, an unseen bell chiming as he entered and broke into a broad grin while Shinji discreetly slid the photograph into his pocket.
"Shin-man!"
Shinji nodded with a chuckle, his face a countenance of wary recognition.
"It's Shinji, like I told you before…"
Touji rubbed his chin and the stubble there, pretending to be in deep thought.
"Did you? I musta forgot. I'm Touji."
Shinji smiled slightly.
"I guess I've told you about my condition…"
Touji simply grinned, holding the door open for Shinji.
"Only every damn time I see you!"
Tokyo 3, Japan
Tokyo 3 Motel, Parking Lot
Shinji sighed suddenly as Touji made his way towards a drab gray van in the small parking lot that was next to the Tokyo 3 Motel.
He stopped Touji with a hand on the shoulder and spoke.
"My car."
Touji glanced back in surprise, raising an eyebrow.
"This is your car."
Shinji sighed again, shaking his head.
"You're in a playful mood."
Shinji reached into his pocket and held up a picture of an attractive new black sedan.
"You shouldn't make fun of someone's handicap, you know Touji."
Touji smiled broadly, making his way towards the black sedan parked a few cars down from them, chuckling.
"Just trying to have a little fun, Shin-man…"
Tokyo 3, Japan
Unknown Location
Touji sighed, absentmindedly fingering the nice interior of the car as Shinji drove carefully down the almost completely empty road.
Touji began slowly admiring the nice interior of the car, running his hands along the door.
"Roll up the window, will ya?"
Shinji slowly hit the button to raise the window next to the driver side door, to his surprise when he presses it, A few fragments of safety glass rise out of the door, remnants of a broken window.
"It's broken…"
Touji cocked his head, peering at it curiously.
"I can get that fixed for you."
Shinji only shrugged.
"So…where are we going, eh Shin-man?"
Shinji simply sighed, fishing a note out of his pocket.
"I've got…a lead on a place."
Shinji checked the note and then handed it to Touji, who fingered it slightly and then looked suddenly surprised.
"What the hell do you want to go there for?"
"You know it?"
"Yeah man, it's just this fucked up building…Why are we going there?"
Shinji smiled, ever so slightly.
"I don't remember."
The black sedan bumped against the railroad tracks as it drove upon them, approaching a large, apparently abandoned building that seemed derelict.
Shinji Ikari is driving, dressed in a clean beige suit and staring forward as he parked the car. Next to him is Touji Suzahara, staring calmly out of the window of the car, dressed in a smart black suit.
Shinji stopped the car next to a pickup truck that was also parked outside the derelict building and then finally killed the engine, his eyes darting towards the blue pickup truck alongside them.
"Looks like somebody's home…"
Kawuro smiled serenely as the large Evangelion hand grasped him, tight enough to stop escape, but not too tight as to break his skeleton.
"Ah Shinji…I am glad. Thank you Shinji."
"Kawuro!"
"I wished you to take Unit 02 from me, otherwise I may have survived much longer"
"Kawuro…Why?"
"It is my destiny to live forever, though it will destroy the Lillim. However it is possible for me to be killed, and whether I live or die makes no great difference. The one thing you Lillim have never been able to grasp, is death maybe the only absolute freedom there ever was."
"What are you talking about Kawuro! I don't understand this!"
"This is my last wish, Shinji. Destroy me. Otherwise you will be destroyed. The life that escapes the time of annihilation, and that obtains the future, is only one and, you are not the one who must die."
Shinji looked down, his entire body shivering.
"Shinji? Why do you hesitate? You need the future. It is what you live for."
"Kawuro…."
"Thank you. My life was meaningful because of you…Goodbye"
"No…"
"What!"
Shinji's voice grew louder and more firm, his entire body shaking in the entry plug.
"No! I've had enough of this…"
"Shut up! Shut up!"
Evangelion Unit 01 released the Fifth Child from its grasps, as Shinji clutched his head with his hands, screaming.
Kawuro floated backwards, for the first time, a look of confusion and not of a calm smile, on his face.
"This was not in the scenario…"
Tokyo 3, Japan
Tokyo 3 Motel
Shinji shook as his eyes opened wide, his breath coming in short gasps as the memories of his dreams, or his dreams of his memories flooded back to him, causing him to clench his eyes tight.
He stood there dressed in boxers and a white tee-shirt, standing in front of the dresser, taking the dusty Bible out of the open bedside drawer.
Nothing except a Bible.
He leafed through a couple of pages, then drops the Bible down roughly back into the dusty drawer, closing it shut.
As he does so, he notices a message written in thick black marker on the back of his hand.
It reads, "Remember Gendo".
Shinji stared at it in surprise and then licked his thumb, trying to rub at the writing as he felt an odd pressure in his head, images flickering back into his mind.
"Shinji...Don't look for me anymore…"
"What?"
"Only infants require parents. You are no longer an infant. Stand on your own two feet and walk…I learned to do the same"
"But I-"
"People can only live by their own strength…They only grow by their own strength…"
"Father…"
"Don't try to think we can understand each other. For some reason people think that they can do that. Remember that they can't. Never completely. Never enough."
Gendo Ikari looked his son in the eye, showing almost no emotion.
"People are such sad creatures…"
For a minute Shinji thought he detected a hint of utter sadness in his father's cold eyes, but shook that thought away as his father turned around towards the waiting helicopter, muttering only this.
"I'm leaving"
Shinji gasped, stumbling back onto the bed, his mouth moving slowly, mouthing something that he himself could not hear.
To Shinji's surprise as he rubs his moist thumb feverishly against the marker letters, they do not even smudge.
He then noticed his bare legs as he sat on the bed, trying to erase the message on the back of his hand to no avail.
There is a note taped roughly to his right thigh with a handwritten message reading, "Shave".
He pulled it off, staring at it in confusion.
Well, odd place to end such an odd short chapter. Remember, address any questions in your reviews along with the actual review of course, I could use feedback…
This is an extremely short chapter for me, and you may see more short chapters in this particular fanfic, but they're primarily for flow and story purposes.
Well, see you next chapter.