A/N: Some of my reviewers are thinking that this is a self insert. I am telling you that it isn't a SI. This story is just in first person for my angel character and third person for other people. A good example for this format is 'the tales of the otori' trilogy that can be found in a book store. If it says this is a self insert in the Authors note in the first chapter than I didn't know what I was writing.

Disclamer: I do not own any of these characters except for Tatsuro and possibly the spirit inside Ayanami. The NGE characters are not mine. Everyone should know about these types of disclaimers as everyone has a brain. If you don't have a brain, well then how are you reading this?

Chapter 2

I walked the halls of this so called 'NERV' with a so called 'armed' escort guiding me. Their faces were plain, void of any emotion, even though I smell their fear radiating of them. It made me wonder what they had been through, as some higher rank had said to another, thinking that they were out of hearing range that there weren't supposed to be any more 'Angels' and that it interfered with the scenario. The question was what this 'scenario' they were talking about is and what they meant of 'weren't supposed to be anymore angels' part. As far as I knew, there weren't any angels sent here. Our role was to protect heaven, not attack earth.

We turned a corner and approached a wall? Why were they approaching a wall that seemed to have a thiner wall made of some material, with 'guards' standing either side of it (A/N: all the doors were open so he didn't know what these doors look like). Although, as a guard pressed a consield button, I realized that that type of material was made for a door, which opened in a dark, cavernous room. The guards treaded through the door frame, the humans behind me pushing me through, careful not to hit my wings which were out in the open, and retaliated when a foolish guard shoved a metallic projectile weapon into them in order to make myself move.

As I moved into the bleak cavern, I noted the projected tree of knowledge on the roof, and two new persons of particular authority waiting patiently behind a heavy, tainted steel, desk. They were made quite clear by my handy night-sight, I like to call it, that all angels have. The old man standing behind a glaring 'authority person' was dressed formally, with his grey hair framing the top of his partly bald head with a suit creating an important person look, which he was, don't get me wrong. The younger man that seemed to be glaring at me, seemed cool and collected, as though he knew what he was doing, or rather that was what he would have, under the right circumstances, and this wasn't one of them. He was in a black and orange suit that screamed authority, along with his tinted glasses. But the souls of both described that both had suffered some major loss. We came to a halt approximately five meters from the desk, obviously a safety precaution to my dangerous measures. But from this range I could sense a third presence coming from this so called 'commander', as though he had something to hide.

Silence reigned for a while as they 'studied' me, determining whether I was some sort of risk just to talk to it seemed, before the one sitting down spoke, his hands covering his mouth. "What are you." It was a statement, a command, and the authority behind it proved my theory correct that he was the commander of this…organization I think is the right word to use.

I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. I was a fully fledged ANGEL standing right in front of him and he asked a pathetic question like that. I barely contained the laughter growing in my throat, and it was evident on my face of what I was thinking. This however got the attention of the old man who stood appalled at the behaviour I was presenting, and the leader of the guard who slammed the but of his strange weapon into my gut and bellowed at me. "Show respect at your betters, prisoner!"

No that got my temper boiling. I straightened up and bellowed right back at his face, causing him to stagger back a few feet. "Betters! If anything, you should be calling me and my kind your betters! I'm an ANGEL! A guardian of the kingdom of heaven, that is for all who deserve the comfort after a life down on earth! I should be carted around like your damned so called ROYALTY, and the respect they are given! I have been pushed, shoved, and struck repeatedly since I arrived! You should be lucky I don't condemn your souls to the firey abyss of Hell!" I regained my composure after realizing the effect I had on everyone in my angered form. "Now, where is this vessel you call Rei Ayanami. I need to see her." The calmness of my voice after a loud outburst supprised a few of the guards.

The old man waved his hand in permission for me to leave, as the 'commander' looked like he was feeling weak, and to think I was being easy. I was lucky I was holding back as I tested my voice with Asamuki the range of my voice and was told it could be heared right across the City of Jerusalem. And given the size of it, that was an impressive feat, and god himself had been surprised at how far it could reach. (A/N: the kingdom of heaven is called Jerusalem last time I checked. Check the Bible and if I'm wrong, tell me)

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In the hospital room 501 slumbered an unconscious Rei Ayanami was being visited by one Shinji Ikari, a sort of a wimp, but had a big hart and stood up for those he cared about. Rei was just one of those people of a few lucky ones. He was muttering under his breath a forgotten prayer to the heavens. He was confused, along with many others, about the events that had just transpired.

FlashBack

The monitor had just appeared a few moments ago, revealing that robed person and Rei fighting in hand to hand combat. Yes, he had to admit that the two looked alike, yet he noticed that the two didn't look like they were giving in all their respective effort. It was as if they had done this for a long time and were just fighting like friends were sparing. What was worse was that they were both using the same unknown style.

Misato's voice came in shortly afterwards. "Ikari, Sohryu. Engage at your own risk. We'll launch the catapults when your ready." Her voice sounded shallow, as if she didn't want to see what she was seeing, but then you wouldn't ether when two people who looked the same were rising toward eighteen stories above the ground and looked like they were expecting to continue. He however couldn't disobey his superiors who could inflict hell upon him if they so wished, and so he responded soon after Asuka, and approached the catapult, reaching for his prog. Knife.

His hearing picked up a gasp of surprise and immediately looked toward the two fighting in the air and saw Ayanami falling and falling foolishly reaching for air to grab hold of, and as expected receiving nothing. A few stories to go she gave up, and cried out a name. The angel responded, no longer caring about his now unveiled wings as he sped towards her. No one thought she would make it, yet unexpectedly, the angel grabbed her a few feet above the ground and pulled on the air with his three meter wings, resulting in a massive slow down, before reaching the paved concrete and section two guards, one of which after he had put Rei down, struck his wings which resulted in a loss of life as he went flying into a wall, snapping his spine in several places.

EndFlashBack

A small tap on the glass window alerted him to the fact that it was about to rain, and couldn't help but remember that Rei always liked it when it rained, as he noted the almost too faint to pick up happiness that reflected in her beautiful red orbs. He never told anyone about which he noticed, and at first told himself that he was imagining things.

In a small note to himself, he thought that the rain best suited the mood everyone was in. But it definitely suited the feelings he was feeling when a few footsteps outside the door were revealed to be of that same creature that did this to Ayanami.

He couldn't help himself. "What are you doing here."

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I walked into a white room, shaded with curtains at the now wet window and enclosed space inside a building, from a white hallway, to find a boy with brown hair and endless deep blue eyes, dressed in what looked like a jump suit, wet and covered by something orange and smelled of blood. He looked up from the girl and asked in what sounded like a demand what I was doing here.

I decided to answer truthfully to this innocent soul of which had been placed a heavy burden. "I have come to see Asamuki."

He looked at me like I was a dumb idiot. "There is no one here except miss Ayanami and myself. This Asamuki of yours isn't here." I had to admire his strength. It took a lot to talk so defiantly to what seemed your enemy. However I was not his enemy and I could feel the presence of my loved one radiating from inside the Ms Ayanami lying on the hospital bed.

I mearly smiled and nodded. "I agree, although a spirit called Asamuki resides within your friend along with her own soul." The shock that was suddenly drafted to his face was evident.

"Y-your l-lying. You h-have to b-be"

"If I'm lying then would you explain why we were hovering toward twenty feet in the air? The spirit of my companion Asamuki resides in that body whether you like it or not."

"N-no…" he refused to admit it. "…w-why? Why her? What have you done to her!" his voice rose with every word.

'He would be welcomed in heaven' I mused. 'He has done too much and dealt with it too well.' "We don't know," I answered.

A loud groan came from the previously silent occupant as she woke, one of her spirits taking over. "So…tired…what's the…noise?"