AN: HEHEHEHEHE this is a fic that I started to write during English I think. How weird is that? I'll ponder that thought later anyway. Anyway, this is a tame one at the moment so enjoy to your heart's content.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own NGE. Sorry to disappoint you all.
Where am I? He thought to himself as he slowly floated to the ground. Around him, a small city sat surrounded by mountains. Lightly touching the ground, he let his red eyes look at the concrete jungle of his new home. Could he really call it a home? Getting his bearings, he started to walk down the street.
Passing a small store, an image of a young boy emerged in his mind. Chocolate brown hair, white shirt, blue pants and soft blue eyes. Thinking os this image, he got lost in is mind and continued to walk forward. This image was starting to take on a new form in his head. He was walking and talking; yet he could not hear him. How could this be?
Sighing loudly, it seemed to echo around the empty street. Turning down another empty street, the boy stood in front of him. Staring at the figure, he blinked trying to think clearly, and then the figure was gone. Shaking his head, Kaworu continued his way down the street where he had a feeling he would meet someone important.
"WATCH OUT!" a voice yelled just as he turned his head. A body fell onto him, forcing him to the cold concrete below him. His silver hair fell over his eyes and his body ached. The kid was heavy and wasn't in a hurry to move, this annoyed him.
Groaning, the kid got off him. Chocolate brown wispy hair flicked in front of his brown eyes. Staring in astonishment, Kaworu looked at the kid. Mumbling quietly, "I'm sorry for getting in the way."
"CRAP! I am so late for school. Gotta run kid, see ya round." The kid picked up all his books and started to run down the street. Letting his eyes follow the boy, he recognised the hair and eyes from somewhere. Shrugging, Kaworu got up and continued his slow stroll down the street.
What the hell was wrong with that kid? Kaworu's thoughts went back to his musings of his little mystery guy that now haunted his thoughts. His white shirt was partly undo and a cold breeze bit through to his stomach. Looking down, he did up his shirt and looked back up to see a music shop.
Walking in, he spotted a Mahogany violin hanging up on the wall. Picking it up, he felt how light and delicate it was in his hands. Smiling to himself, he found its partnering bow and started to play Beethoven's Symphony No. 9. Listening to the pure sound of the strings and tempo he played only one movement before taking it to the counter to purchase it.
Taking back to the streets, he continued his long walk to his unknown destination. The violin case felt light in his hands and yet it had a strong sense of being emanating from it that is hard to explain. He certainly felt the presence of a known being surrounding him as he travelled down the street.
Kaworu soon found himself at a train station that needed swipe cards. Sitting down on cement, a train arrived behind the security doors. The shuffle of a worn out kid could be heard and the high-pitched annoying squeak of an over excited female. Kaworu found himself shaking his head.
"Can you believe that Toji is the pilot of EVA Unit 03? That useless boy can do nothing at all!" the girl was German and a flicker of red hair confirmed what he was thinking. She was a fiery little vixen.
"Asuka, Toji is a good friend and I had to watch as my EVA started to beat up his EVA. I hate my father," a boy's voice reached his ears. It was quiet and unsure of the world around him. Kaworu liked him already.
Getting he left for the lake that sat in the centre of the Geo-Front. He knew that the boy would be here seeking counsel from the voiceless waters.
Walking to a rock shelf sticking out of the water, he gracefully jumped to the top rock and pulled out his violin. The metal strings felt soft under his touch and sounded like a cascade of water from a waterfall.
The music filled the air with sorrow and pain; it was as though the wooden instrument had come alive to tell its life story. Becoming immersed in the melody, Kaworu didn't notice the arrival of the boy of his daydreams that had plagued him that day. Slowly the melody came to its climax only to ebb away in silence.
"Wow, that was good. How long have you been playing?" the boy was quiet and hadn't turned to face him. Looking down at him and smiling, he picked up his violin again and played a happier tune.
"Not long, but the music just flows out through my arms and into the instrument letting it take form." His words were simple but said everything that they were meant to. Symphony Number 9 by Beethoven came from his finger tips and relaxed the kid.
"What is your name? My name is-"
"Shinji Ikari, the famous Third Child. My name is Kaworu Nagisa. I have been waiting for you." Looking shocked Shinji fell backwards startling the Angel. Placing the violin on the rock, he leapt to aid Ikari. His arms wrapped around the young teen making him tense up before he relaxed in the embrace.
"You, who are you Kaworu Nagisa?"