Chapter: 2A - Shinji Lives at NERV Headquarters
Choice Path: Start – 1A - 2A
Author: Fresh C
Misato was much more insistent than Shinji would have thought possible. She reiterated over and over again that staying with her would not be a problem. There was extra space she was not using, she'd feel awful if he had to live all alone, it'd be nice to come home to a man at night, ect. Shinji was surprised and embarrassed by the extent of her kindness, but he could not imagine taking her up on it. He was sure Misato had her own life to live. All he would do was get in the way. Though he was tempted to let Misato win him over with her enthusiasm, he felt it would be selfish of him to impose on her like that.
Refusing her offer was another matter entirely. Misato did not understand the meaning of the words, "no thank you." It took several tries for Shinji to get the message through. In the end, he was forced to interrupt her phone call to his father asking for permission.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do," he had said. "But I can take care of myself."
The smile fell from Misato's face and she said, "I won't force you."
Only then did it occur to him that she might not have been faking her enthusiasm for having a new roommate. He briefly doubted his decision, but soon talked himself out of it. There was no reason for them to live together.
It wasn't like they were family.
In contrast, Ritsuko seemed quite pleased with his decision. She personally escorted him to his room and gave him a brief tour of the living quarters.
The living quarters were only a few floors below the surface entrance of the building. It was a rather long elevator ride up from the hospital wing, which was located conveniently close to the Eva cages. Ritsuko filled the silence with light chit-chat.
"It was a wise decision to stay here," she said. "You'll find that the accommodations are quite convenient for employees. Everything you could possibly need is available to you here."
"Hmm," said Shinji. "Do you live here, then?"
"I might as well," said Ritsuko smiling at the irony. "I've gone days at a time without leaving the complex. It's like a second home to me."
It occurred to Shinji that Ritsuko's job probably kept her very busy. He had not considered how much work was done regularly between angel attacks. Maybe he was getting himself into more than he'd bargained for. The elevator reached its destination and Shinji followed Ritsuko out the doors.
His first impression of the living quarters was lackluster. In his mind he had built up an image similar to the apartment complexes he'd seen people stay in on TV, complete with paintings on the walls, flowers in the entrance way, and a face plate on each door. Instead, he was greeted by the same bland colorless hallways found everywhere else in NERV. He did note that the naming convention for the hallways actually followed alphabetical order, and the numbers on the door were chronological as well. There were also more people walking about this part of the building than anywhere he'd previously visited (Which admittedly only consisted of the Eva cages and the hospital wing).
"Here we are," said Ritsuko as she showed him the door to his room. The faceplate read, "J-324". There were no other identifying characteristics to his door or any of the others in the hallway. Ritsuko slid her keycard through the card reader and the automatic door slid open.
The room was small. There was no getting around that. A full sized bed took up the majority of the space. The dresser on the opposite wall, took most of what was left. There was also a small fridge/freezer combo that had been built into the wall to save space. Shinji easily covered the length of the room in six or seven steps. There were no windows and LED lights lined the ceiling. Though he felt somewhat cheated, his mind was already contemplating ways to make the room more livable. If he moved the dresser to the far wall, next to the headboard of his bed, the room would open up considerably.
He opened the door to the bathroom and was surprised at its size. It was only slightly smaller than his bedroom and the design reminded him heavily of the restrooms found at train terminals. The sink and toilet ran automatically based on sensors. There was even an air dryer for his hands. The shower was larger than the one he'd used at his uncle's house and he noticed there was no switch to turn the hot water on. Apparently the water was always heated. Shinji figured that all in all, Ritsuko was right. What the room lacked in personality, it made up for in convenience.
The only thing that really bothered Shinji about the room, was the door on the other side of the bathroom. When Shinji tried to open it, he found that it was firmly locked. At his questioning look Ritsuko explained.
"These rooms are suites," she said. "Usually the bathrooms are shared between two rooms, but I wouldn't worry about it. Right now the room next you is unoccupied and we haven't hired any new employees in some time."
Shinji shrugged. Even if someone else did move in next to him, sharing a bathroom wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He was more concerned with the lack of appliances around. He supposed he could wash his clothes at a laundry mat, even if it was inconvenient. But without a kitchen it would be rather hard to cook. He didn't want to have to eat out every day, even if his stipend could cover the costs.
Ritsuko explained that there was a cafeteria on the floor below them that served all employees free of charge. There were also community kitchens and washers/dryers in each hallway for the residents to share. Overall, Shinji was underwhelmed by the accommodations, but the thought of finding somewhere else to live did not occur to him. It wasn't paradise, but it was free.
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After Ritsuko left, Shinji took some time to acclimate himself to his new surroundings. A thorough examination showed that the room was immaculately clean. And since Shinji had not brought many belongings with him there wasn't much to arrange either. With nothing but time on his hands, he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling. There was nothing else to do with himself. It was the first time he'd lived on his own.
His uncle had not been the most personable person in the world, so Shinji was used to being relatively by himself. But there had always been chores or some other small tasks for him to carry out when he was there. His uncle put him to work constantly cooking and cleaning around the house. He never disliked the work. It felt like payment for him being able to stay there. In all honesty, he was grateful to his uncle for the opportunity. He wasn't sure he'd be able to live there if he hadn't at least pulled his own weight. He couldn't stand being even more of a burden.
Living on his own, he had nothing like that to worry about. He was there on his own merits. Even though he'd been forced into piloting and wasn't very good at it, this room was his. There was nothing else he had to do to earn it. He did not need anyone's approval to have it. It wasn't a gift to be taken away.
"It's mine," said Shinji to the ceiling. "Mine."
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Shiji did not have a NERV ID card, which meant his options for dinner that night were considerably slim. The card not only gave him access to various sections of the base, but it also served as debit card to withdraw funds from his stipend. With the limited money he had on his person, he didn't feel comfortable looking for somewhere to eat on the surface. He didn't know Tokyo-3 well enough to be sure he could find a cheap restaurant and he certainly didn't feel like hauling groceries from a store. So he decided to eat in the cafeteria.
The elevators at NERV allowed general access to the upper levels without an ID card. That is to say, if a hungry trespasser was able to make it past the various security checks on the surface levels leading into the building, they were more than welcome to visit the off duty staff in the living quarters, or have a snack in the cafeteria. Shinji took full advantage of this and made his way to the floor below.
The cafeteria was larger than Shinji expected. At his old school, the gym where the teachers set up tables for lunch was roughly half the size of this one, and it had never been filled to capacity. The fact that everyone present was an adult, most several times his age, did not help Shinji feel at ease. Though most people were wrapped up in their own meals and conversations, many surprised stares came his way. He heard several whispers of "Third Child" and "Commander's Son" as he passed through the rows of dining employees.
The A la Carte line was relatively short. In no time Shinji was helping himself to a plate of food. He tried to create a decent balance of meats and vegetables, but found himself straying more and more toward the meat side. The desert tray also proved quite tempting. His hands reached for a cup of pudding on autopilot. When he left the line to go to the checkout counter his tray was much fuller than he'd expected.
The man behind the register was perhaps the youngest employee of NERV that Shinji had met so far. He looked as if he might still be in highschool, but Shinji doubted they hired people that young. When the man asked Shinji for his card, he had a floundering moment of awkwardness before the man realized his mistake.
"Oh that's right, they told me the commander's son might show up. My bad."
He rang up the meal using his own card, and let Shinji take a seat. Even though the food was good, it was an awkward meal for Shinji. He could not help but feel out of place. He sat at a table all by himself, and he could see people occasionally turn to look at him every now and then. By the end of the meal even he was starting to wonder what he was doing in such a place. He found himself eating much quicker than he usually did and he was greatly relieved when he was able to leave to the privacy of his room.
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Shinji jumped ten feet in the air when Ritsuko contacted him via intercom that evening. The small speaker near the doorway packed a big punch, and the sound of the doctor's voice completely filled the room. Ritsuko must have heard his small scream of surprise as she quickly went on to explain the various functions of the intercom system, including the volume control feature.
Apparently this was just one of several things she had failed to inform him of earlier, do to time constraints. She told him that he would be starting school the next morning, which for some reason caught Shinji off guard. He'd figured that being mankind's first and last defense against a powerful alien threat would exempt him from school work, but this was not the case. Shinji wasn't upset about this development, as he had very little to occupy himself with at headquarters.
Aside from this information, Ritsuko instructed him on a few little details. Such as locking and unlocking his door. She also explained that his keycard should be ready by the morning. An employee would deliver it to him and direct him on the best way to get to school.
The next morning, Shinji woke up early to get ready for school. It was a little strange using an automatic toilet while not in public and even stranger using an air dryer for his hands, but he was sure he'd get used to it in time. Likewise, the showerhead in the tub was lower than he would have liked, but the pressure of the water was much better than at his uncle's house. All in all the experience was not unpleasant.
Almost as soon as he was done dressing and brushing his teeth, someone knocked on his door. After finding the button to open the door, he was greeted by the sight of a woman with shoulder length black hair.
"Good morning, Mr. Ikari," said the woman with a smile. "I'm here to deliver your ID card."
Shinji was once again surprised at the number of attractive women working at NERV. Though this woman seemed quite normal in comparison to Ritsuko's strange hair color, and Misato's almost flaunting presence. It didn't hurt that she was actually wearing a black business suit, which fit Shinji's mental image of a company more than the sea of beige uniforms he was used to seeing.
"Thank you," he said as he took the card from her hands. It surprised him how pleased he was to meet someone who was both kind and normal.
"You're welcome," said the woman. "My name is Naomi. I live next door to you in room J-325. Welcome to NERV."
Shinji thanked her again and felt slightly awkward that he didn't know what else to say. Luckily, Naomi wasted little time in continuing the conversation.
"If you're ready to go, I can show you where your school is," she said. "I have business to attend to in the same direction. You don't mind walking do you?" He did not mind.
After Shinji finished his morning preparations, the two of them made their way out of NERV. The elevator ride to the surface was short, thankfully, so things didn't get too awkward. When they reached the surface, they both scanned their ID cards at the check point. Shinji found this simple action held a certain weight to it. It signified that he was more than just a guest visiting at his father's beckoning. He was an actual employee, just like the woman standing beside him.
When he looked up from this small revelation, he saw that Naomi was lightly smiling. Shinji quickly averted his gaze, but could help but smile a little himself. The two of them continued onward in silence.
The area surrounding NERV was mostly devoid of life. Only a few people seemed to be walking the streets at any given time, and most were heading away from the area. At first glance it seemed as if it were a business district, but certain details made Shinji discard that idea. None of the buildings had any signs on them that would indicate what type of company owned them, and even more telling, there were some buildings that did not even have doors.
"Most of these are defense support structures," Naomi explained. "We use them to house weaponry and supplies for the Eva Units. They only look like skyscrapers for aesthetic reasons."
"Oh." Shinji was glad for the knowledge because he wouldn't have asked, and he would have never guessed the answer on his own. Naomi explaining things did have one downside, as it made him aware of just how quiet the two of them were. She was clearly not the type to drive a conversation like Misato, who naturally filled up silent moments, or Ritsuko who simply wasn't around unless she had something important to say to him. Naomi was more reserved. It seemed as if she didn't mind talking to him, but also didn't feel obligated to do so. Shinji was not a big fan of the ambiguity, so in a rare display of initiative he decided to start things himself.
"So… what do you do at NERV?" he asked.
It seemed like an easy no thought question when he asked it, but Naomi took several moments to contemplate an answer.
"My job requires me to fill a lot of different functions, so it's a little hard to qualify," she said. "I guess you could say that I'm one of many employees responsible for managing NERV's assets."
"Ok," said Shinji but he had no idea what she was talking about. Naomi elaborated.
"A large company like NERV requires many resources for its continual operation. Despite the nature of our company being the last line of defense, many of those resources are sought after by other people or even sabotaged for someone's personal gain. It's my job to protect our recourses from any threat, whether internal or external, so that NERV can continue to function smoothly."
"But who would try to damage NERV?" asked Shinji. "Like… spies?"
Naomi's amused smile made him feel kind of stupid. "Maybe, spies," she said jokingly. "Or maybe rival corporations, or maybe someone who wishes to hold assets ransom and sell them to us at a higher price. It could just be someone who disagrees with how things are run at NERV. Either way, it's my job to find those people and stop them if I can."
Clearly Naomi was a woman with a very important job. It occurred to Shinji that the people who he was regularly in contact with were all very high up in NERV's ranks. With Dr. Akagi being the head of Project E, Misato being the head of Angel operations, and his father being the commander of the whole company, literally every person he'd met was integral to the operation of the company. It made him feel somewhat flattered, and somewhat out of place. Was he really important enough to be surrounded by these people? It wasn't like he had any special skills or talents. He was just a pilot. A pilot who barely lived through his first combat encounter.
Shinji was pulled from his darkening thoughts by their proximity to the school. The building was three stories high, and at least twice as large as his old school. It seemed as if they arrived right on time as many kids around his age were heading through the gates and congregating around the front door of the building. He noticed that most of the students were walking in groups, and that none of those groups contained women over the age of twenty-five. Luckily he was not the only one to pick up on this.
"I trust you can find your way from here," said Naomi.
Shinji nodded. "Thank you for escorting me." The words sounded too formal to his own ears, but Naomi only smiled.
"Have a good first day."
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It was a simple matter for Shinji to find his way to his homeroom. The hallways were nowhere near as confusing as NERV. After climbing the stairs and rounding a corner, he was right there at class 2-A. A few students looked up from their various conversations when he walked into the door. Like the cafeteria at NERV, he was instantly recognized as a newcomer. Shinji felt himself shrinking back in disease. He wanted to take a seat at one of the desks, but he wasn't sure which ones already belonged to another student.
My Name is Shinji Ikari. I hope we can all get along well.
Luckily his discomfort didn't last too long as the class representative, a brownhaired girl with pigtails, came up to him and directed him to a seat.
"You must be the new transfer student," she said. "The teacher told me to get you set up for class before lessons start."
The girl's name was Hikari Horaki and diligence was her game. She pulled a laptop from one of the cabinets and set it at his desk. Shinji was surprised to find out that the school issued laptops to each student that could be used in class or at home. Hikari explained this as well as the rules governing the laptops as she leaned over his desk and set attempted to set up his network access.
"No games, no off-topic web browsing, do not install unauthorized programs, and no instant messaging during class."
My Name is Shinji Ikari. I'll be your new classmate. Let's be nice to each other…
Shinji nodded as she listed off each restriction, but Hikari didn't seem to be paying him any attention. She was still busy fiddling with settings for the computer. Judging from the look on her face, the laptop was not being cooperative.
"Aida, could you give me a hand with this?" she asked.
My Name is Shinji Ikari. I don't have to say anything else, do I? Can I sit down now please?
A boy with glasses and (strangely enough) a camcorder came up to Shinji's desk and offered advice.
"Did you turn on the WLAN switch?" he asked.
"The what?"
"This," said Aida as he hit the switch that must have controlled the WLAN… whatever that was. Shinji was just as clueless as the Class Rep. Luckily Aida's singular action had the wireless up and running on the laptop.
"Thanks, Aida," said Hikari.
He gave her a satisfied smile and said, "No problem." Then he turned to Shinji and added, "Try not to give the class rep too much of a hard time."
Listen up, The name's Ikari and you better not forget it. Cha!
Shinji wasn't sure how to take that statement, but he did know where to go next time he had computer troubles. Both Aida and Hikari returned to their seat after that. The teacher came in and the moment Shinji was dreading occurred.
Hikari said, "Rise, Bow, Sit" and the teacher called him forward to introduce himself.
Shinji shakily wrote his name on the board then turned around and said, "S-Shinji Ikari. Hope we can get along." He couldn't get back to his seat fast enough.
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No sooner had the lesson begun than Shinji's laptop exploded with IM messages. The volume was still on so the beeping noises were audible to everyone in the room. When the teacher looked around for the source of the disturbance, Shinji was surprised when Aida stood up and said "I'm sorry, Sensei. I forgot to turn my phone off."
The teacher seemed not to mind so much after seeing who the culprit was. Class resumed with a simple "don't let it happen again." Shinji used this distraction to turn down his volume and discretely check his messages.
They were all the same. Are you the pilot? What's it like? How tall is your robot? My friend said you ripped off that monster's arms and beat him with it.
Shinji didn't know where to start. Ritsuko had said that many things regarding the Evangelion were classified and that it would be better if he didn't answer any specific questions about how it works (the AT field and LCL were particularly off limits). But she'd said nothing about letting people know that he was a pilot. Even so, he was hesitant to say anything. Once the information was public, he knew he could not get it back.
The screen name stood out to Shinji. The message in that window mentioned nothing about piloting. It simply said, "The mute button is your friend."
"Sorry," Shinji responded. He felt bad for causing trouble on his first day. "Thank you for covering for me."
"Don't worry about it."
Aida did not immediately respond and Shinji didn't receive any new messages right away. He decided to close all the message boxes aside from Kensuke's. If they really wanted to know, they could ask him in person. Just as he finished closing the last of the boxes another message from Aida appeared.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Shinji knew what was coming, but a part of him had hoped he was wrong.
"Okay."
"Is it true?" Before Shinji could begin to type a response a clarifying message appeared. "Are you the Evangelion pilot?"
Maybe it was the way Aida asked that made Shinji drop his guard. He didn't attack him with the question like the other students. And it honestly seemed as if Kensuke had his best interest at heart. Why else would he take the blame for him?
Shinji did hesitate, but in his mind the decision was already made.
"Yes".
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Shinji knew that Toji was angry; his scowling face and shaking fist made that clear. He knew enough to be afraid of the bigger boy, but he wasn't sure just how afraid he should be until the first came forward.
Shinji saw every moment of the attack. Toji pulled back his arm and telegraphed the punch clearly. Even going so far as to pause before saying, "I'll make sure you remember the name of Mari Suzahara until you die." The fist leapt into motion, hitting him squarely in the left eye. Shinji went limp on instinct because IT HURT.
Even though Toji had a good hold on his collar the momentum from the blow carried them both to the ground. Shinji didn't have time to guard before another fist connected in the same place. And Shinji knew then that it was over… there was nothing left for him to do but rot and die.
Pain exploded in his eye like a hammer made of light. Over and over and over and… Shinji just screamed and whimpered. Someone said, "That's enough Toji." But it was not enough. He was struck again and again and again and suddenly he stopped yelling and pleading because he knew it wouldn't help. It didn't solve anything. So he sat there quietly waiting for an end to the torture. Letting each blow wash over him in waves of anguish.
Then suddenly… it all went away. The boy who was hitting him breathed heavily on top of him for several moments, before abruptly standing. Shinji kept his eyes shut tight, but heard the footsteps growing further and further.
Aida said, "Jesus, are you alright?"
Shinji did not respond. He just laid there quietly hoping that this too would pass.
"What should I do?" asked Kensuke. "Should I get somebody or… " but he trailed off into silence.
"I'm sorry," he said… "I'm sorry."
Then he was gone too. All that was left was Shinji and the world behind his eyelids. He could hear the wind blowing through the trees and cicadas chirping in the distance. He could feel the heat of the asphalt on his back, and taste the blood in his mouth. But all these sensations were the same as the pain itself. And so, he waited patiently for them to pass away as well.
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"They're gone," said Naomi as she stood over Shinji's prone form. His face tightened some, but there was no other response. "You can get up now."
If Shinji opened his eyes, he would have had to see her staring down at him in pity and disgust. He would have remembered why he'd been attacked: His great ineptitude in all manners of life. So he laid very still and focused all his attention on not crying.
Naomi squatted down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Shinji's eyes shot open on reflex.
"It's over," she said. "Let's go home."
Without another word, she stood up and Shinji's eyes followed her the entire way. From his position on the ground it felt like she was towering over him, a mighty giant looking down at a worm. But the expression on her face made it clear that she wasn't looking down at him. She wasn't smiling, laughing, pitying, or judging. She was only watching him. Watching and waiting.
After a moment Naomi extended her hand out for him to grab. Shinji took it and she helped him to his feet.
"Thank you," he said. Their eyes did not meet.
The walk back was mostly uneventful. Naomi didn't say a word to him and Shinji wanted nothing more than to disappear. His face felt like he'd stuffed bags of sand in his cheeks, and there was the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Keeping his left eye open was difficult. He didn't want to know what he looked like, nor did he want Naomi to see the extent of the damage, so he walked with his head angled downward. Even so, he knew he was a sad sight.
As they neared the NERV complex a question was born in Shinji's mind. It gnawed at him as they walked pass the security gates and took the elevator to the floors below. By the time they reached his room and (to Shinji's shock) Naomi used her keycard to open his door, the question had consumed him.
"Why were you there?"
Naomi didn't smile and say, "Oh just passing through the neighborhood." She gave Shinji a simple answer that he wasn't expecting.
"I was following you."
"Why?" He asked. Outrage teaming at the edge of his voice.
"it's my job."
Shinji felt the indignation then. NERV was spying on him like some sort of criminal. Suddenly it all made sense. Why Ritsuko had worked so hard to sell him on the new room, why someone like Naomi would be tasked with something as simple as walking him to school, why everyone and their grandmother had access to his personal space. He'd nearly died fighting for NERV and they still couldn't trust him.
His voice was almost hollow as he said, "If my father thought I needed a babysitter, he could have done the job himself."
"Your father has more agents protecting him in public than most presidents," said Naomi. "Is it really so surprising that he'd want someone to protect you too?"
Shinji was somewhat taken aback by the implications of that statement, but he didn't let it go to his head. His father didn't care about him. He just needed a pilot.
"If you're a bodyguard, then you're not a very good one."
Naomi nodded. "I'm not a body guard and I'm not a babysitter," she said. "I'm a Section 2 Agent. My job is to protect NERV's assets, whatever they may be. But you're not a thing, Shinji. You're a person. As long as you are able and willing to pilot the Evangelion, I won't interfere in your life."
Shinji didn't know what to say to that. The thought of being watched constantly left him feeling uneasy, and nothing Naomi said would make that go away.
"I didn't want to tell you any of this," she confessed. "I wouldn't have said anything if I thought you'd be better off not knowing. But some assets can be guarded from a distance, and some require a more personal touch."
"I'm not…" Shinji started to say, but he didn't know how to finish it. Frail? Weak? Pathetic? He couldn't say any of them. Even if denying his own weakness convinced Naomi, lying would only make him hate himself more.
"Listen Shinji. Your problem is not that you can't fight, nor that you are being bullied. What I saw today was not one boy defeating another. What I saw was Suzahara attacking, and you simply giving up."
Shinji had felt ashamed of the incident from the start, but this was the first time he felt that Naomi was ashamed of him as well.
"There was nothing I could have done…"
"You could have fought back, Shinji."
"He's bigger than me…"
"You could have tried to run."
Shinji shook his head remembering the way Toji had pinned him down. Knees on either side of him restricting his motion.
"I couldn't do anything," he said.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe not," Naomi conceded. "But you didn't try."
Once again the words felt like a slap to the face.
"I saw the footage from the battle with the angel as well. You did the same thing then. You laid there and let the enemy assault you. What do you think would have happened if the EVA had not gone berserk?" From the look on Shinji's face she could tell this was not something he wanted to talk about, yet she persisted. "You would have died, Shinji. We all would have died."
Shinji found that his hands were not large enough to hide his face from reality.
"I know!" he said. The silence that followed seemed to echo throughout the room.
"Shinji," said Naomi. Her voice was much softer now. "Shinji look at me."
After realizing that Naomi wasn't just going to go away, Shinji slowly raised his head to meet her eyes.
"Problems don't go away because you refuse to face them. They just get worse. If you give up every time you're forced to fight, you're only going to get hurt more and more. This is especially true if your enemy is stronger."
"When people see weakness, the natural response is to attack more. There is no such thing as having taken enough abuse. For people like Suzahara, who cause pain and suffering in order to compensate for their own, it is never enough. "
"I… just want it to stop," said Shinji.
"Then you'll have to give him a reason to stop. Suzahara is hurting you to relieve his own pain. But if fighting you only causes him more pain, then he has no reason to do so. He has to learn that if he hurts you, he will be hurt as well."
Shinji tried to picture himself kneeling over Toji and striking him the way he was struck, but the image did not feel real.
"I can't…"
"I'm not asking you to win, Shinji. He is bigger than you. He does have more experience fighting than you, and if he wants to he can continue to hurt you. No, all I'm asking you to do is to fight."
Shinji continued to stare at his hands. Without thought he balled them into a fist before unclenching them again. He was weak. Toji was strong. Did he even have the ability to fight someone like that? After what happened to Toji's sister, did he even have the right?
He looked up at Naomi's face and saw the same look from earlier. She wasn't condemning his indecision, or despising his weakness. Her eyes merely observed him asking, "What will you do?"
In his heart, Shinji knew the answer.
5A – Shinji Fights
5B – Shinji Fights Dirty (go to Ch 7)
5C – Shinji Fights REALLY DIRTY
5D – Shinji Pansys Out
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