Well, looks like a few people are enjoying this, I certainly enjoy updating it, it's fun to write these chapters…

Anyway, you may have noticed I haven't been doing mass updates lately…

I've swore them off, but don't worry, you'll see update of Ikari the King and some of my other fanfics soon enough, I'll get there slowly but surely…

Anyway…

Let's start the show…

Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion or its characters. Gainax does, and they rock. Who else could create both Evangelion and FLCL! I also don't own anything that happens to be crossed over in this story.

Tokyo 3, Japan

Tokyo 3 Motel

Shinji Ikari sighed as he slowly brought himself off the dusty bed; his eyes laced with red, his face pale and tired, his hair messy and sticking out in places.

He stood there dressed in boxers and a white tee-shirt, then suddenly noticed it out of the corner of his eye. Something odd.

He ripped the note off of his thigh, staring at the message scrawled on it.

"Shave."

Shinji slowly strolled into the bathroom, noticing a white paper bag on the counter by the sink. On the bag is the handwritten message reading "Shave thigh".

The former Third Child slowly and cautiously opened the bag, peering inside and then slowly bringing out a can of shaving cream and a pack of disposable razors.

He slowly leaned over towards the faucet, running the hot water with a sigh, stepping back and gingerly lifting his foot, awkwardly and uncomfortably putting it into the sink and the running hot water.

Shinji tried to balance himself awkwardly, and then chuckled when he noticed the ice bucket under the sink.

A few minutes later, he strolled out of the bathroom, sitting onto the bed, putting the filled bucket down on the ground, leaving it steaming.

He slowly began to apply the shaving foam to his thigh, and then pull one of the razors out, smoothly beginning to shave his right thigh.

He was quite efficient, used to shaving a lot.

Deep inside of him, he hated having facial hair, so he always shaved it…it reminded him of…

Suddenly the phone rang and Shinji shook his head, confused, flinching and slightly nicking his leg.

He stared, annoyed at the receiver, and then reached over for it.

Tokyo 3, Japan

Kiriyama's Grill, Men's Restroom

Shinji Ikari stood in front of the mirror in a beige suit and blue shirt, staring at his reflection, which seemed to be staring right back at him with that intimidating glare. His fists clenched and unclenched, and he smiled wildly, looked down, and then looked up with eyes splotched with red and manic mania.

He raised his hand to his face and laughed loudly in the bathroom, staring at it with a bemused look on his face.

"Who the hell am I?"

He shook his head as the urinal flushed and then moved to the sink, turning on the faucet, and washing his hands.

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, looking at it quizzically, finding it is completely indelible.

Then, as he stared at the writing, he noticed some black markings on his wrist, pulling his sleeve back to get a better look.

There is a scar running horizontal down his wrist, and then written next to it is, "The Facts:"

Shinji's eyes widened and he slowly began to reach over and roll his sleeve up further to read the message when the restroom door opened and a handsome man with a ponytail and piercing eyes.

Shinji's eyes flit towards the newcomer, who glances mysteriously at him then goes into a bathroom stall.

Shinji finished drying his hands, blinked a few times, silent, and then exited the rest room.

Tokyo 3, Japan

Kiriyama's Grill, Waiting Area

Shinji emerged out into the waiting area of the crowded restaurant, sighing and glancing around, apparently lost already, just as he'd come from the rest room.

He glanced around a bit more and then took the photographs out of his pocket, flipping through them slowly.

Suddenly someone interrupted him, tapping his shoulder and almost making him flinch.

Shinji turned slowly to face the smiling countenance of a waiter.

"Sir, you left these at your table."

Shinji looked down, noticing a brown envelope and his room key in the waiter's hand.

"Oh thanks…"

He took the envelope and keys, staring curiously at the handwritten message on it. It read, "For Shinji, From Asuka"

Shinji raised an eyebrow and then looked at a photograph of the Tokyo 3 Motel in his hand, an address written beneath it to help him. It reads "7243 Noliju Street".

"Um…thanks. Noliju Street?"

The waiter glanced quickly at the photograph and then nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, you wanna go east on sixth…just keep straight, all the way out of town, then take a right."

Shinji strolled out around the parking lot, scratching the back of his neck as he peered at a small photograph and then entered a black sedan, turning the ignition and driving off.

Right as he turned the ignition on, loud, blaring marching band music came on in the radio, and he flinched, confused, fumbling with the switch and then shutting it off.

Tokyo 3, Japan

Tokyo 3 Motel

Shinji entered the room as if it were his first time, his eyes wide.

You're in a motel room…just some anonymous motel room.

On one of the walls is a hand-drawn chart showing the layouts of some streets, and stuck to the edges of the chart are photographs with arrows drawn from each photograph to a spot on the map.

Shinji stared at the chart and the photos, his eyes widening.

Some of the photographs are buildings and streets, some are people.

All of them have handwritten notes written on their backs in the same scrawl he vaguely recognized as his own, in black permanent marker.

Shinji slowly pulled some of the photographs out of his pocket, the first one of the Tokyo 3 Motel.

He sticks it into an already squashed lump of blue tack at the end of an arrow drawn from a location on the outskirts of the city.

He then pulls out a second photo, a blurred shot of a redhead turning in a doorway.

The name "ASUKA" is written under the picture.

Shinji flipped it over curiously, staring at the two handwritten messages on the back.

The first one has been inexplicably, completely scribbled over in dark marker, not revealing anything of what the message used to be, but the other one is clear and visible.

It reads, "SHE HAS ALSO LOST SOMEONE, SHE WILL HELP YOU OUT OF PITY"

Shinji stared at the message for a few moments, wistfully, and then nodded, sticking the photo up onto a place in the chart.

Then he stepped back, looking over the photographs on the wall one by one, "Asuka", "Misato", "Kaji", "The Tokyo 3 Motel", and "Touji".

Then he turned back around, sitting at the drab brown desk and chair supplied in his room, quickly opening the brown envelope with a flick of his wrist.

He fishes his hands within the envelope for a few moments and then finally takes out a few things.

The photocopy of a car registration form and a driver's license.

Both are in the name of Gendo Ikari, but when Shinji looks at the license, he recognizes the face.

Feverishly standing up, he turned to the chart on the wall, staring at the photograph reading "Touji" and then the license photo.

This guy told me his name was Touji…

He tore the photo of Touji off the wall, twirling it around and looking at the back.

Written on it is only one message. It reads, "DON'T BELIEVE HIS LIES"

Shinji smirked venomously, strolling over to the small white telephone sitting on the dresser and picking it up dialing the number written on Touji's photograph.

After a couple of irritating rings and slight pauses, it's finally answered.

"Yup?"

"Brother…"

"Shinji, is that you?"

"Mr. Gendo Ikari…"

"Shinji, it's Touji. Look, stay right there, okay? I'm going to be right over."

"I'll be waiting."

Shinji hung up slowly, staring blankly at the chart on the wall, apparently deep in thought.

He looks at the writing on the back of his hand, and then pulls back his sleeve to reveal the words written there. It reads, "The Facts:"

Shinji's eyes widened and he wrenched off his jacket, and then began pulling off his shirt.

He has writing tattooed all over his chest, stomach, and arms.

Messages in different styles of writing, some crude, some elaborate. The messages run in all directions, some upside-down, some backwards.

The most striking one Shinji can see as he bends over is the upside-down tattoo on his belly, which reads, "PHOTOGRAPH: BUIDLING, CAR, FRIEND, FOE"

One his right forearm, he notices the writing, "The Facts:", continues.

It reads:

"The Facts:

FACT 1: MALE

FACT 2: JAPANESE"

Then it seemed to continue onto his other forearm.

"FACT 3: FIRST NAME: GENDO/RYOUJI

FACT 4: LAST NAME: I/K"

Shinji stared at it blankly and then quickly pulled down his trousers.

On his right thigh, crudely lettered, it is written, "FACT 5: NERV OFFICER"

And immediately down below this, quickly attracting his darting eyes, it is written, in elegant, neat lettering, "FACT 6: CAR LICENSE NUMBER: SG137IU"

Shinji Ikari pulled out the photocopied car registration form bearing the face of Touji and then squinted, examining it.

Holding the photograph of Touji and the registration form, he begins to mumble to himself, his eyes closed.

"Japanese…male…first name…Gendo…last name…I for Ikari…your sibling…NERV Officer when you were piloting…license plate."

Shinji looked down at his thigh, checking the writing there with the registration document, mumbling under his breath.

"SG…13…7…IU…It's him…It's actually him…"

Shinji stared coldly at Touji's smiling image and then sneered.

I found you, you fuck…

Shinji Ikari groaned, slowly standing up and staring at the photograph of Touji Suzahara.

He quickly flipped it over, staring at the messages on the back.

"DON'T BELIEVE HIS LIES."

"HE IS THE ONE."

Shinji Ikari paused, staring at the messages, then clenched his fist tightly, picking up a pen and writing a third message under the other two already there.

"KILL HIM."

He slowly put the picture of Touji Suzahara between his teeth, bending over and pulling a handgun from under the motel bed, holding it carefully with two hands.

His hands flitted over the firearm, carefully and methodically checking if all its parts were in order and everything was fine, as well as checking if the weapon was fully loaded.

He sticks the handgun slowly into the back of his waistband while putting the photograph in his pocket.

The camera sitting down peacefully on the bed he swings over his shoulder, then he makes his way out of the door.

He paused as he was halfway out the door and simply stood there, staring at the ground and taking in deep breathes for what seems like an hour, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Finally he left; his face calm with a hint of horrendous determination.

Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter…

And as for fans of my other fanfictions, never fret, I'll never ever leave any of my stories to die. Some may take longer to update, but I'll never abandon any.

Just be patient.

Eh, anyway, see you guys next chapter!