Disclaimer: I do not Own Evangelion, nor anything that is connected with it. I just like to type stories.

NOTE: Third Impact never happened. The angles came and went and the E-project came to an end. Sadly, Kaji Ryoji was still killed by the hands of an unknown person. More then likely someone from with in NERV or SEELE. But before His end he had left behind a little bit of him self….

Kenji Ryoji Katsuragi

Kenji Ryoji Katsuragi is the love child of Misato and Kaji. And was born on April 9th of 2016. Though he never knew his father, Kenji was raised by his mother and his 'aunts and uncle'. This is a story of how Kenji grew up to be the man he is today. Agent to an intelligence gathering firm. Much like his father… he was too much like his father some say. And this is a story of mystery, and revenge, and the events leading up to…

August 4th, 2025. Age nine.

"Mom I don't really want to go cloths shopping…." The young Katsuragi said with a heavy sigh.

Locking the car door, Misato turned to her son. Her hands coming to rest on her hips. "Look this is something we've got to do. You have school starting up in three days, and this is the only day off I have from NERV."

"Mom can't Aunt Asuka or Aunt Rei take me shopping?" Kenji asked.

Misato just shook her head. "Oh no you don't. I know how you think. You're just like your father."

Kenji just hung in head in defeat. There was no way of getting out of the painful experience of shopping with his mother. Then he thought of something else… after all he was smart, smart like his father. A quick wit, fast on his feet and fast in his mind.

"Then why not Aunt Rei? Instead of Aunt Asuka? I mean with Aunt Rei, you know the job is sure to get done." Kenji said, in hopes of working on the responsible motherly part of his mother.

"She has college finals." Misato quickly rebutted. "And nice try…. Now get you butt moving." Misato pointed her index finger to the doors of the clothing store.

"What about uncle Shinji?" Kenji asked. "He's responsible."

"I love him to death, but he's got no fashion since." Misato stated.

The skill of manipulation isn't quite refined yet…..

Again he hung his head in defeat, and marched to the doors of the store.

Kenji wasn't one to really fight things, nor was he the type to flat out go against his mom. Sure he loves her, but face it his mom was a little off. He knew this vary early in his life. But there was another thing he learned vary early in his life was he knew things. Lots of things, the type of things that most would just file away as miscellanies. And that some times people might need that information, and that it might be worth something to them.

Walking up to a rack of uniform pants, Misato started to flip through the hangers of pants, looking at the sizes. She then looked over at Kenji who just stood there not liking where this was going. "Turn around." Misato said in more of a commanding tone. Kenji sighed. Doing what he was told to do. Checking the tag just in side the back of his pants, Misato then found the size she was looking for, but then took a closer look at her son's pants legs… they where riding up his shins; showing the an ample amount of white shock. "Cant you stop growing… You're going to put me in the poor house."

Kenji shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I can help it mom."

Misato never passing up a chance to tease took her chance to do so. "Aww…. I just want you to stay my wittle boy to stay wittle for ever and ever." She said in a vary childish tone and pinching her son's left cheek.

"Stop it mom." He said, trying to get free from his mothers pinch.

"Aww…. How cute, are you embarrassed?"

"Getting there."

Misato then went back to the rack and pulled out a pair of pants, then handed them to Kenji. "You just have to live with it for at least nine more years. Now try those on."

"I just have to live with it until the next time you have to go out of the country to do something for your work." Said Kenji, as he walked off to the dressing room. "Then I have to stay with Aunt Asuka and Uncle Shinji."

Misato then lightly grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back, turning him around in the possesses. "I could have you stay with Ritsuko, and I know she'll tease you to no end."

The boy's eyes went wide with fear. "No! Nothing but that!"

"Go try them on." Misato said again pointing at the dressing rooms again. Kenji ran off, more then willing to take any escape.

Taking a seat on a bench just out side the dressing room, as she sat there. Misato noticed that there was no noise coming from with in the small dressing room. "I don't hear you changing in there!"

Inside the dressing room, Kenji rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright…."

Changing out of the genes he had on, he noticed that the uniform pants where way to tight. Taking a look at the tag he read it silently to him self. "Loose fit…. Yeah right…"

"You almost done?"

Walking out of the dressing room, Kenji stood there knowing what was going to happen. The mother pants check. Pulling at the waist of the pants at all different directions, she then took a step back. Then she rubbed her chin, and motioned for him to turn around. He did so. When he had his back to his mother he started to make faces.

"Knock the faces off."

Kenji sighed. Then as all hope looked like it was lost, he saw what maybe his only chance of escape. It was Kensuke Aida, walking down the isle of the store, looking at something, but with the look that he had no clue what he was going to get.

"Mr. Aida!" Kenji shouted out, making Kensuke look over. When he made eye contact with Kenji and Misato. He waved. And started for the two katsuragis'.

"Hay Misato! Kenji! What's going on?"

"Taking the boy out for some cloths shopping… he's making it difficult like always…. And you Kensuke, not to much longer till the big day huh?" Said Misato.

"Mom…" Kenji said pulled at his mother's red leather coat. "… Can I change out of these?"

"What? Oh yeah, go a head." Misato said like with a wave of her hand.

Kenji quickly went ran off to the dressing room to change out of the uniform pants.

"So Kensuke how are things going with you and Rei?" Misato asked. "Not getting cold feet are you?"

Kensuke shook his head. "No, but the only thing Rei and I haven't done yet is find someone to walk her down the isle." Kensuke said with a sigh. "I think that she should talk to Prof. Fuyutsuki, But Rei really wants to talk to the Ikari." Kensuke paused for a moment. "But to be honest, He gives me the creeps."

Inside the dressing room, Kenji listened in on the conversation that was taking place between his mother and Kensuke. He didn't quite know why, but Kenji has always liked Kensuke Aida. Even when he was really little, there was always something about him. He's always had a piney sent that fallowed him, and then there was his point of view on the world. It was so simple, so straight forward.

"Trust me Kensuke Gendo just gives off the vibe, but in his old age now in days he's more crazy then dangerous." Misato said with a laugh.

Walking out of the dressing room, Kenji stood there and watched him mother talk some more. Then he was starting to grow a little board. "Can I look around some mom?" he asked hoping that he can get out of cloths shopping.

"Ha ha… nice try kiddo." Misato said, foiling his chance of getting away. "Well Kensuke I would really love to chat, but I've gotta get Kenji ready for school."

"Okay nice talking to you guys." Kensuke said with a wave then he went back to his own shopping.

"Bye Mr. Aida… or should I say soon to be Uncle Kensuke." Kenji said waving to Kensuke.

"Later Kiddo!"

After picking up four sets of school uniforms, Misato and her son Kenji then started back home. As they drove back, Misato looked over at her son; and noticed that Kenji needed a hair cut. His hair was long and slightly shaggy, almost to the point of covering his eyes, but still neat and kept.

"You need a hair cut."

Kenji blinked a couple of times. "What no way mom. I like my hair!"

"You're going to get one and you're going to like it." Misato said. "And it is a school rule to have groomed hair. It said so in you're schools hand book."

Kenji then sat there for a moment thinking it. "It also says that a student can have long hair if it's well kept."

Misato like any military officer knows a losing battle when she sees one. Lets out a heavy sigh. "Alright you can keep it; if you can keep you room clean for a whole two weeks."

"What….. Okay you've got a bet." Kenji said. Then he and his mother noticed that they where close to where Shinji and Asuka apartment is located. "Can we see uncle Shinji and aunt Asuka?"

A couple of minutes later

"Misato?" Asuka said from the door to their apartment. "Kenji….What bring you guys here?"

"Sorry about dropping by like this, but we where just in the area and thought about stopping by." Misato said.

"Well come in, come in….." Asuka stepped aside to let the two in. Thin she looked at Kenji. "What no hug?"

Kenji just shook his head.

"Shinji's making some lunch." Asuka said, motioning behind her.

"Thanks Aunt Asuka!" Said the young Katsuragi. He hugged his aunt and ran off to the kitchen.

"Hi uncle Shinji!"

Turning around from the stove, Shinji waved and smiled. "Kenji? What are you doing here?" He asked then returned to his work at the stove.

"Mom and I where in the area and stopped by."

Shinji stopped working on lunch and looked back at Kenji, who was now at the table there in the kitchen. "Its okay, Asuka and I would do anything to get out of having your mother's cooking."

From the other room, Misato and Asuka watched Shinji and Kenji talk. "Wow he's looking more and more like Kaji everyday." Asuka whispered.

"Too much like him." Misato stated. "Just the other day I cough my self telling him that."

"Yeah what did he say?" Asuka asked.

"He looks at me and said is that a bad thing?"

Asuka looked over at Misato with a questioning look. "Is that a bad thing?"

Misato thought about for a moment and looked back over at Asuka. "I don't know… I just don't know."

"Uncle Shinji you should talk to Mr. Aida." Kenji said.

Looking over from what he was doing, Shinji gave him a strange look. "About what? Is it about Rei?"

Kenji shook his head. "No, it's about you dad."

Shinji froze; a hint of anger came across him. "What about?"

"Well, I heard that Aunt Rei wants your dad to walk her down the isle… what ever that means. She hasn't talked to him yet. And Mr. Aida is sort of freaked out by him….. Maybe you can help him out?"

As the four had lunch, Asuka then remembered something. "Oh Shinji, remember we have to go to Old Tokyo for our government class in the morning."

Shinji then stopped chewing his food. Then started again to sallow. "Damn… I totally forgot."

Misato sat there. "Damn it. I was going to ask you guys if you can watch Kenji while I was at work."

Kenji squinted his eyes and gave a quick glair at his mother. "I can watch after my self."

"Quite." Misato snapped. "Now what am I going to do?"

"I can watch after my self mom."

"Shhhhh."

"Maybe Ritsuko can watch him?" Asuka said.

Kenji sat there shaking his head no.

"I'll think of something…." Misato said.

After having lunch, Misato and Kenji said their good byes and went home. Kenji sat there at the couch watching TV while his mother searched for a sitter. on Toji, can you and Hikari watch him?" Misato pleaded. "I'd be fun."

Kenji started to flip through the channels; looking for something else to watch. "I can watch after my self mom."

"Quite….. Yes, okay. Thanks anyways." Misato hung up the phone and walked in to the living room. "Well I called everyone I can think of."

Kenji looked up at his mother. "So I'm staying home by my self?"

"Snowballs' chance in hell. No you're just going to have to come to work with me." Misato answered.

"Aw mom…. It's sooo boring there." Kenji groaned. "Why can't you do like most parents and drop me off at the mall for the day or something?"

"Yeah right…. Bring a video game or something and I'll find a TV for my office." Misato said.

"Mom…."

"Kenji please… don't give me any trouble with this." Misato said. "That's the only thing I ask. Please no trouble."

"Fine…."

Later on that night, Kenji searched through a closet. Where he and his mother just stored things. He needed something to do while he was basically ditched in his mother's office. The search wasn't going all that well.

"… Bring a video game… Geese, she thinks I can sit for more then eight hours playing a game?" Kenji said to him self. "Yeah right…."

Pulling out a box, Kenji looked for something on it that told him what was in side. There was nothing. Wanting to know what was in it; Kenji pulled out a small pocket knife and cut the tape. Inside, there were cloths on top. Moving them out of the way, he found other things. Mostly photos, sitting there inside the closet. He started to flip through them. The photos where old, really old; he found a several photos that wasn't taken all that well. They where also mostly of his mom.

Looking closer at them, he nodded. "Wow… back in the day, mom wasn't to bad looking."

Then he came across another photo. A photo of his father. Clearly he was drinking; the half empty bottle of vodka gave it away. And there beside him was his mom. Kenji studied the fetchers of his father's face. He had a scruffy, unshaven look; hair that seemed to just about cover his eyes and tied back. His eyes told volumes. Pain, sorrow, hope, happiness. It was all there. Kenji slipped the photo in to his pocket, and started again on his search.

Digging more in to the box he found a phone. It was an old cordless phone. "I can use a phone in my room…."

Picking up the phone and the charger to it, Kenji put the box back where it was and cleaned up his mess. Taking his findings to his room, Kenji put the photo of his mom and dad in a safe place. Up inside his desk where nothing would happen to it. Then he went about setting up the phone he had found on the desk as well. As soon as he plugged the power in, the message light let up.

"Huh… an old message?" Kenji said to him self. And pressed the button and waited.

"Katsuragi. It's me. I've probably caused you a lot of trouble by the time you get this… I'm sorry… If I get to see you again… I'll tell you what I almost said that time. Misato. You have the truth. Get on with it."

Lying in bed that night, Kenji couldn't get the ghostly voice out of his head. It was like his dad was talking to him. Honestly, it freaked him out. Misato. You have the truth. Get on with it. What was that truth he spoke of? It played with his head, keeping him awake. Clear up to the point where he was up when his mother came in to his room to check up on him before she too went off to bed.

"Hay you're still awake?" She whispered from the door.

Kenji rolled over on to his side, facing his bedroom door. "Yeah…Mom what was dad like?"

Misato walked in to the room and sat there on the edge of his bed. "Well he was a great guy, smart, sharp wit, caring. I guess he was a lot like my own father… I guess that's why I loved… Love him. He did a lot for us during the war. He did a lot for Shinji and Asuka. He was willing to do anything to put a smile on my face when things where looking bad us, even if he knew I wouldn't put up with it." Misato paused and whipped tears from her eyes. "He also had the ability to get himself in and out of trouble….."

"Do you miss him?" Kenji asked, as he sat up in his bed. Back resting against the head board.

Misato nodded. "Everyday, but when I look at you sweetie. I see so much of him in you."

"I wish I could have met him."

Misato then gave Kenji a hug. "He watches after you all the time…."

Kenji then lay back down.

"Now get some sleep, we got to get up early in the morning." Misato said as she stood back up from the bed. "Goodnight sweetie."

"Goodnight mom…."

Laying there, looking up at the ceiling, Kenji slowly started to drift off to sleep. Still with his fathers voice replaying in his head. Misato. You have the truth. Get on with it.

The Truth… What was it? Why was it so important to risk his life for? Who killed him? These questions spun around Kenji's head as he slept.

T.B.C.?

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