A/N: Thank you for the reviews… they do wonders for my self-esteem . I got this idea… there are some music pieces that are divided in movements. Therefore, I'm going to use those divisions to make the writing more dynamic. I'll start off with one any NGE fan must know. Tell me what you think. Enter the Crossover… the first guest stars have arrived and they are: read and find out.

Warning: Slightest almost inexistent reference to shonen-ai… it will get worst, be warned.

Disclaimer: (Secret agents have entered my room and are pointing guns at me) The characters of this fiction are not mine and I make no money whatsoever out of this.

Chapter 3

Roommates

It was a somewhat small room… but it was too dark to make out any form that could be considered furniture. Just a few stray lines of light coming from malfunctioning shutters made it able to spot shadows. And right now, one of those shadows was moving… the almost inexistent light made it able to at least confirm that the shadow belonged to a human being.

Sounds began bouncing of the walls of the small room… strings… a violin. Tempering… the various fifths that were part of the ritual sounded each at a time before being calibrated and played again and again until the chords were just perfectly feeling the room with delicious harmonics. The figure in the centre of the room cleared its throat and gave a low serene chuckle. Suddenly you could see, for a mere fraction of a second, a bow descending on the strings.

Partita no. 3 in E major for solo violin BWV 1006- Johann Sebastian Bach

1-Preludio

Shinji almost bounced his way through the exit of one of the buildings to the central patio of the Institute. As he walked across the large open area he was greeted by a cold gust of wind… though it was September, there was already the promise of autumn in the air. Shinji smiled at the strong twist of the air… letting the chilly stream caress his happy face. If it wasn't for the fear of being discovered he would have gave a happy shriek; instead he gave an ever so childish jump in the air.

Who cared if he was acting like a case that belonged in another kind of Institute? He was beginning a new life of his own. No problems, no past, no enemies, no one to blame him for all the bad things that happened… no bad memories; he was simply a new human waiting to become whatever he wanted to become. He yawned… right now this new human wanted a bed.

Let me see if I've got it right…

He made an effort not to let everything in his arms fall as he tried to fish out the map that had been given to him. He sighed as he successfully took the small chart out and placed it on top of the heap so he could look at it when he needed. He examined it and tried to place himself geographically.

He was now next to the fountain, the frozen water the only thing that reminded him that it was supposed to be a beautiful display of aquatic engineering… if he turned right he would go to the Antique Music pavilion… left and he would be back to where he had met Rei and Fuyutsuki… if he turned back from where he was he would arrive at the concert and recording hall in the concerto pavilion… so if he went straight he would go to the quarters and cafeteria. He nodded to himself and followed straight up, walking through a small garden with benches too wet to be used and plants to frozen to be beautiful… at least the trees, stripped to bare white wood gave an almost mythological appeal to the site. It all made Shinji the more contempt… quiet peaceful, solitary… he would be coming here more often.

As he walked he couldn't help hear out some stray instrumental pieces… people were already preparing their lessons. People… again the thought occurred to Shinji. What kind of people would frequent the Institute?

We'll probably have more in common than the people back home… at least we all like music. And I'm sure their nice enough so I'll get along. And if I'm lucky they'll be too busy to even notice me so I'll just become part of the scenery. Better to be ignored than hated I suppose.

Shinji's smile faded as thought of past torments and pains crossed his mind. He shrugged off the thoughts. He had no reason to fear anything or anyone from back home… back home was hours of flight from him. He was safe, in the best place he ever dreamed of living in and he was with Ayanami... he wouldn't have the chance to be lonely or scared with her around. The grin returned to his face ten times stronger.

He stopped walking when he reached his destination and admired the sight, mouth ajar. It was a modest pavilion… a big concrete construction that was more practical than beautiful unlike the other buildings in the grounds… it was really big since there was a cafeteria on top and then six floors of small bedrooms. What made the construction so amazing was the fact that the building was completely covered in vines that had grown in thick layers around the various windows; only the sixth floor seemed to elude the vines. And what made the scenery more fascinating was the fact that the vines had frozen with the cold making the assembly look more like a gigantic ice castle built by the winds and snow.

Shinji fished out his key… he was in room 637 which meant he was in the sixth and last floor. Shinji sighed…

Just what I needed…

He entered the building so concentrated on the pain that seven flights of stairs promised, he didn't even notice that from outside he could see his bedroom's window and that his was the only one that had the shutters closed.

2-Loure

The dark haired teenager gulped at the sight of the interior of the cafeteria; it was huge, yes, everything in the Institute seemed to have the scales all mixed up by one or two digits… but there was something else that made the room so impressive; it was huge, yes, but it was also very stylish. The tables were not the simple "get the metal legs, bad quality wood, I don't care if it doesn't fit just put them together" style but matured looking good old pine wood with slim polished metal legs; the chairs looked very comfortable and instead of being a plain plank of wood the were covered with two cushions; the cafeteria in itself was composed of a little stand where many snacks and drinks were displayed and a few vending machines and coffee dispensers; even more amazing was the small stage set on the middle of one of the walls of the room set up with sheet stands and a piano (to Shinji's great amazement a Steinway grand piano).

But of course, that was not the reason why Shinji gulped… the room was filled with people. From Shinji's quick surveillance at least more than seventy; many where sat in the comfortable chairs, others were by the cafeteria and there were about four of them around the piano happily chatting away and trying on some tunes (Rachmaninoff, Liszt, Debussy…). None noticed Shinji but that didn't prevent the male youth from becoming extremely uncomfortable. He remembered what Fuyutsuki said…

"Classes will not start until next week, but there are already some few students…"

The blue eyed boy shrugged… if these were just a few students that meant that when the classes did start there would be lots and lots more students. Which meant Shinji's attempt in blending in with the scenery would not be so successful; even if he was very careful there were some people that were bound to notice him… and he was still very apprehensive with the whole roommate story. The boy slapped himself mentally.

Ikari Shinji… you are not home. They do not hate you, they do not even know you… and they aren't so thick-headed that they'll strike at anything unknown. The people here have all been nice to you and they have no problem with you. You are a musician like them not some strange kid with stupid hobbies. Now… you march right in get yourself up the stairs to the room and get some sleep. And if you dare acting like the scared sorry bastard you are I'll… just don't.

The boy took in a deep breath and entered the room casually looking for the stairs…

And for god's sake smile!

The people in the bar didn't pay much attention to the seemingly cheerful figure that had entered the room and went for the stairs… a bit too quickly one might say.

The stray beads of light from the window were all that made anything in the room visible. There were forms and shadows of forms that made you feel a bit uncertain about where you truly were. Only a figure, a human one, moved in the centre of the dimly lit compartment… and it move at blistering speed. From that figure emerged great waves of sound that rebounded on the walls making the reverberation almost deafening. Yet the melody that was being played was in a way soothing gently coursing into your ears and filling your senses with nothing but sheer music.

The music faded to silence leaving an enormous emptiness for such a small room. The figure breathed deeply and stretched its arms and returned to the previous position it had been; supporting a violin (at least it looked like one from what you could make out) on the left elbow one hand holding it the other preparing what looked like a bow. A chuckle… the arm holding the bow fell mercilessly onto the violin.

3-Gavotte en rondeau

Shinji went up yet another flight of stairs gasping, a bit out of breath… and it was just the fourth flight. The problem with the stairs were that they were quite hard to climb and not close to each other; when you went up a flight of stairs you had to go to the other side of the long corridor of bedroom doors to get to the next, making the trip much more straining. If that wasn't enough there were crowds of people with luggage and instruments trying to get into the room made Shinji's trip much slower in case he wouldn't bump into anyone.

Up until now there seemed to be no problems… and to the young man's great contempt everyone seemed extremely friendly; some people had even cleared space to let Shinji pass; not that it wasn't necessary since Shinji had the strange capacity to meld onto the walls and passed through the most cramped spaces… it was something that he was used to do and he was glad he was so good at doing it…

"Hey man… haven't seen you in a while. How was old gay Paris…? Hey… is that you Jane… AH!"

A green cap was the last thing Shinji saw before he collided onto a fast moving object. His back connected strongly against the polished wood floor. His nerves responded with a shock of pain coursing through his whole body making the boy almost yelp. He tried to get his stuff from the floor as quickly as he could before people started getting interested.

Baka, baka, baka…

It wasn't until he was up on his feet that he became aware that it was a person and not an object he had crashed into. He quickly cast his sight downwards to find a male figure sprawled on the floor rubbing his head soothingly… his scalp was adorned with the most astonishing and long crimson hair caught in a beautiful braid. The figure continued rubbing his head with quiet whimpers…

"Shit… I do that too often…"

Shinji quickly offered a hand and pulled the male up…

There it's done… this is all I needed for my first day; just when I thought I could get away with being quiet I have to bump into a person.

"Gome… I mean, I'm so sorry. I really wasn't looking where I was going." The dark haired boy struggled to make amend frantically apologizing.

"Hmm… don't worry. It was probably my bad. I don't seem to be able to switch into gaseous mode and I kind of forget I have a body of my own. Thank you for lifting me up."

"No really… it was my entire fault. I should have…"

"Hey!" The red-haired figure exclaimed bringing Shinji to a halt. "Enough already with the apologizing, it's not a first offense or anything. It's not like I'm mad or I'm going to beat you now is it. Relax ok?"

Shinji made an effort to relax as he was ordered… he wasn't that successful. The other male smiled cheerfully as he saw Shinji's attempt…

"I guess that'll do for now then… are you hurt?" Shinji shook his head negatively. "Good… I suppose I'm fine as well. Just hope I don't get a bump or anything." He fetched his cap that had been lying on the floor. "Now then… I guess I'm at least up for some presentations… my name is D…"

The red haired boy looked around… there was no sign of the other teenager.

4a-Menuet I

Shinji moved now at a blistering speed through the corridor no caring if there was anyone in front of him (fortunately for him there weren't any). He didn't quite know why he was running… the other person had said he was not going to hit him so there was no need for him to avoid him. He had actually been awfully nice and friendly to him… that was it; that was what was bugging Shinji so much. He had been extremely friendly so offhandedly without even knowing Shinji that it was just strange…

Heck… he was even nicer than anyone that had come to know me.

So why was he running… the other person had probably been offended at Shinji running away right after making him fall; and he did seem in pain so it was obviously wrong to leave him alone. The male youth corrected himself… he hadn't been left alone; there were lots of people around them when they fell. And all of those people had seen the way Shinji had ran away without even speaking a word and leaving the area like an idiotic bastard. He blushed at the thought… what would they say about him; what would they do when they saw him again?

Shinji reached the fifth floor almost unconscious with aster the interior self-beating; that and the fact that if he didn't reach a bed I the next ten minutes he would pass out then and there on the floor. He still tortured himself about what he had done in the lower floor but was making an effort to see things on the bright side. It had happened on the just one floor so all the other floors knew nothing about it; there had been less than ten people close by and all of them had been very busy; there was the slight possibility that the other teenager had suffered mild amnesia from the concussion so he would forget everything about it. Shinji's reasoning, although extremely farfetched, made him feel a bit surer of possible redemption and a subtle smile returned to his face. He even felt cheerful when he finally reached the final flight of steps and began dashing in the direction of his room

4b-Menuet II

"Don't you dare… not here!"

"Humph… fine then."

It was a cramped cubicle with metal walls and a small lamp on the ceiling. Two people… male; one a medium built boy around his 15-16 with platinum-blonde hair half grown, bangs covering his face, eyes green and tanned skin that contrasted with his scalp; the other a tall teenager, probably older than the other one, brown hair in a very original hairstyle with a large fringe covering his face almost completely, dark eyes and very clear skin. Both were intent on ignoring the other to their strongest efforts suddenly taking interest on the wall right next to him.

The brown haired teenager was the first to give in and turned to the other male youth. "Do you think the classes this year will be better than last?"

The blonde boy turned to meet his face. "I hope so… I hear there is a new Voice teacher… apparently a great prodigy from England."

"Hmm… sounds interesting… do you think you'll profit from this new addiction to our Institute."

"Doubt it… but sounds fun anyway."

They both smiled at each other. The blonde spoke in his somewhat high-pitched voice. "Missed you this summer… Arabia is not the same without good company."

Both figures chuckled.

4c-Menuet I

Sixth floor… Shinji reached it and almost gave a little leap at his great conquest, but didn't… too tired. He looked at his key again… 637. Just a bit more and he would be there. He began walking serenely with his hefty bundle making mental notes…

Don't bump into people… sleep more often… get a backpack for carrying things… try and not be frightened by people… sleep more often… don't run away from people that are nice to you… figure out a better way to get to your room otherwise just exercise to get some resistance… what the heck; let me get some sleep!

Shinji sighed… of all the things he had to forget… why sleep? It wasn't that hard… get yourself horizontally on something and close your eyes. Perhaps a glass of milk, ten minutes reading or an extra pillow; but other than that there was no need for anything more.

The blue eyed boy looked at the wall he was crossing at a serene pace. He was now passing by the door numbered 612. Shinji began to quicken his pace… 613… 614… he was now dashing with a happy smile… 616… 618… he began running… 621… 625… metal door opening…

"What about you… have you anything planned for this concert season…AH!"

Shinji hit once more the floor with a heavy thud bringing down with him two more figures.

LET ME JUST GET TO MY ROOM!

He should have taken the elevator…

5-Bourée

Shinji got up from the floor with his book in hand. He looked down, feeling a bit of a déjà-vu, as he found two bodies on top of each other one of them, with the platinum-blonde hair, rubbing his head. The one on the bottom of the pile was placidly waiting for the other one to move. Shinji acted quickly giving a hand up to the blonde figure… after a few seconds both figures were on their feet a bit dazed after the sudden collision. They looked at Shinji apologetically making the blue eyed boy uncomfortable… he tried not to sound to embarrassed.

"Hmm… I'm sorry. I didn't know there was an elevator so I tried to go a bit faster down the hall. Truly sorry…"

The blond male looked at Shinji a bit concerned. "You mean to tell me you went all the way up the stairs to the last floor?" He turned to the other male figure. "I told you they should have put the sign for the elevator."

The brown-haired teenager browed at the somewhat accusatory sentence. "And why are you telling me this. Is it my fault?"

"Well I'm sorry; but I seem to remember someone being voted student representative… I suppose it was your job." The blonde figure looked back at Shinji ignoring the other man's grumbling. "Are you alright… you don't seem that well."

Shinji was taken back by the sudden care a person was showing for him… this was indeed different from back home. "Hmm… I-I'm fine. Just a bit sleepy after getting here by plane and I already bumped into someone when I was…"

There was suddenly a flash in Shinji's mind and he suddenly remembered where he had already seen the strange combination of blonde hair with tanned skin and the very strange hairstyle. He gasped…

"Quatre Raberba Winner!"

The blonde gave a jump at the sudden burst. "Hmm… yes…?"

"Trowa Barton!"

The dark-eyed teenager looked enquiringly (with a hint of fear) at Shinji. "Where did we meet?"

The enthusiasm quickly faded from Shinji's blue eye's as he was confronted with the sight of the two enquiring faces. A vivid red color logged in his cheeks.

"Hmm… I'm sorry… I don't know what came over me. It's just that… you are, aren't you?" The other two male nodded, confused. "Well… I have heard you play and I have your CD's. I know it sounds strange, but I recognized and I couldn't believe at first…"

God I'm pitiful… get the pompoms and do a little dance why won't you?

"I guess you could call me a fan…"

Quatre and Trowa blushed and looked at each other. "Oh…!" Quatre exclaimed, as understanding dawned on him. "You are talking about the Solstice Quintet… you really know all of us?" Shinji nodded. "Wow... this is really something. Well… thank you, I feel really awkward, in a good way; it's not everyday you are rewarded for your job this way, right Trowa?" The stunned man by his side nodded as Quatre continued speaking in a very jovial fashion. "I hope you don't mind me asking but, since you already know our name, could you tell us yours?"

"Oh, of course… sorry, I keep forgetting how to be civilized. My name is Shinji… Ikari Shinji, I mean Shinji Ikari, sorry about the Japanese." He extended his hand as a greeting.

"You mean the new Cello student?" Trowa was direct… so direct that it made Shinji gasp and widen his eyes perplexedly.

Quatre saw Shinji's uneasiness. "You see… you've made yourself quite a name among the teachers. Mr. Fuyutsuki was raving about you; he even made us hear your admission recording… very good Bach interpretation by the way. You should be proud…"

Shinji blushed madly. "Who did you say Fuyutsuki showed my recording?"

"Oh… just us; don't worry, you're not that well known around the school. But you look terrible… you really must have some sleep. Where did you say your room was?"

"My room… my room's 627…"

"Really… that's terrific. You'll be right next to our room… we'll be neighbors. That's great!"

Shinji's eyes widened with surprise and disbelief… Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton were students at the Institute of Haïa. The Emerald Timbre and the Silent Fiddler were going to be his roommates…

Don't look too happy; don't scare them…

Shinji made an effort to draw the perfect semi-contempt grin. "That's wonderful… I'm really glad we'll be right next door…"

"Well… let's get going then…" Trowa seemed to spring to life a he began leading the group the few steps to their rooms.

Shinji made the rest of the few steps with a somewhat lightness in his chest… he had met two very nice and talented students and they were going to be very close to him. Maybe they could have friendly chats or perhaps even study together. They reached the door. "Well this is my room… 627."

"And we'll be right next door… if you ever have any problem at all come talk to us. I know this school can be a bit intimidating at first but I'm sure you'll blend in. I think he's inside… so you'll have to ask him to be quiet."

"Hmm… who…?"

"You're roommate… I think I understand why Fuyutsuki chose him. You are both Japanese… it's nice to be able to speak your language with someone else when you're at your room. Doesn't make you feel so away from home… some of us don't have that privilege…"

"I told you I'm learning!" Trowa scolded in his defense.

"I know you are and that's nice. Well Shinji… see you tomorrow I guess."

"Yes… nice meeting you. And sorry for the way we had to meet."

"It doesn't matter… at least we met."

They walked way leaving Shinji in front of his bedroom door a bit disconcerted… they were odd; but then again so was he, probably more so. The young male felt more exhausted than ever… yet there was something invigorating about Quatre. He was so friendly… it was like his life's search was to make you feel at home. Trowa was a bit quiet and distant… but he was alright as well. Shinji smirked… this was going to be an interesting year. He grabbed his key and went for the lock; he turned and opened it.

OH MY…

6-Gigue

…GOD!

Shinji opened the door to his dim lit room… it was a small one yet it looked comfortable. The walls were plane white; there was a small desk and adjacent to it a bookcase by the window with the closed shutters, a small door on the right side that supposedly led to the room's bathroom, a small table on the other side of the division with three chairs and two single beds on opposite walls. But that wasn't what had spurred Shinji's attention… more the figure on the center of the room back facing him.

Male, tall…quite tall, lean but not skinny, wearing a simple outfit of an orange T-shirt and brown slacks revealing almost pure white skin as if never touched by the sun, long arms holding a violin and playing it like no on he had ever seen, hair a shade of silver or downcast sky half-grown arranged in a disarray of locks and eyes…

Let them be red…

The male figure stopped playing as he sensed the sudden burst of light from the open door. He turned towards Shinji. They were red… scarlet orbs adorning pleasant features with a perky nose and a casual smile that seemed built in. He gave a small chuckle…

"Music is indeed wonderful… fills you soul. Bach must have been given the most beautiful wings when he died." He paused after the strange and somewhat mystic intervention. "So you're my new roommate… hajimemashite."

"A pleasure to m-meet you as well Nagisa Kaworu." Shinji tried… not sure of what he should do.

The male figure was thrown back. "You know me?"

"You are unaware of your position… I mean… I have heard you play before. I'm a bit of a fan of you as a violinist."

"Oh… I'm really flattered. But you're not such a stranger to these parts Ikari-kun… uncle Fuyutsuki told been giving me a lot of information about you."

"Please… call me Shinji, Nagisa." The boy tried to remain calm but the strong blush crawling around his nose denoted a bit of awkwardness.

"If you want me too then I would prefer it if you called me Kaworu."

They both smiled at each other… Shinji tried not to jump. Nagisa Kaworu, the Violin Angel was his roommate. Kaworu broke the silence as he opened the shutters almost blinding Shinji.

"So… how was your trip? Are you tired?"

"Hmm, what…? Oh no, not at all… I'm quite awake actually."

"Good…"

Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750): Bach is considered as the greatest composer of all times and is the undoubted master of the Baroque period. His work is huge and it is only natural that everyone has heard of him in some way. The violin partitas are one of the works most valued by the violinist for its beauty and required dexterity and virtuosity; the partita no. 3 is the most lighthearted of the three but that is not to say lightweight… it is featured in the Death/Rebirth NGE film (Gavotte en rondeau).

A/N: So… there they are; the Crossover begins (there are a few more yet to come). Sorry about the very, oh so very lame nicks (emerald timbre… yeah right), but I really did it on purpose; you'll understand. Review me… please; I really want to know what you think.