Eating a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon, Shinji found himself thinking about the school he'd been enrolled in. Lots of children my age; no real challenge academically; chances for social growth. We'll see.
After cleaning up, he walked over to a room with a view of a nearby mountain. Picking up the bow for his cello and taking the seat behind the instrument, he began to play random chords. The image of a computer screen flickered in his mind.
'Lance of Longinus', 'Instrumentality', and a partial file entitled 'Rei' were all he had managed to find in the system. Even though two Section 2 agents entered the computer room below him, Shinji had found some of what he was after: anything that could lead him to a way to bring down the horrid man that dared call himself 'Father'. They ensured the room was clear, then left, but not before taking the computer terminal he'd been using. I guess they don't care what I find, he had thought.
He slowly drew his bow against the strings again, but was still focused on those few days, five years ago.
Tapping him on the shoulder was Hyuga, "I hear you're looking into your father. You might try this date." He handed Shinji a scrap of paper with something scribbled on it.
"Thanks. Be careful."
"Always."
Later that night, Shinji hacked into the Magi backup memory servers. Various news articles made wild claims ranging from 'Husband kills Wife with no apparent reason!' to 'Noted scientist disappears in mysterious circumstances!'. He had noted that none of the documents asked anything about what would happen to the parents' child. Gendo had immediately sent him away after the accident, but the only image of his mother, he found, was that of Unit 01's armored head.
The alarm near the bed brought Shinji's thoughts back to the present. It was time for school.
This high school wasn't what he expected it to be, it was almost lively. Seems like a decent enough place.
As if on cue, a tall, large boy, almost a man, started harassing two smaller boys. "Get a load of this, two stooges! I see Curly and Moe, but where is Larry?" A group behind the large one began snickering and joining in on the abuse.
That was when Shinji ran over and deflected a punch from the singular, big idiot. "Huh, I don't know you." The almost-man voiced to the new contender. "Which means I'm going double on your ass!"
The fight was over as quickly as it began. Shinji deflected another punch from the almost-man, then grabbed onto a now-exposed shirt sleeve, throwing the weight ten feet off to the side. He went over to tower above the almost-man, "I guess that makes me Shemp. Don't bother them again."
The new stooges quietly walked into the school, before the barrage of questions started. "My name is Ikari. Just transferred here from America. No, I don't have anything resembling a family here."
Being fond of history, Shinji found the teacher's dronings-on about Second Impact the most boring part of the day. His computer screen flickered a message that had just been received, sender unknown. "Were you in New York two weeks ago?" Either he was going crazy, or he could hear some girls giggling from the back of the room. Discovering he wasn't crazy, his reply was simply, 'Yes'. All the chattering in the room died quickly, as the bell indicated it was time to leave. Nobody heard Kensuke Aida swear upon reading Shinji's answer.
Shinji waited until the main body of students had left, before leaving on his own. The only other student was Rei Ayanami, who headed off on her own. Those bandages must be some sort of trademark. His thoughts meandered elsewhere, however. He wanted to wander the city, to take in the sights, and sample the local cuisine.
Somewhere downtown, he found a jazz club. You have got to be kidding me. A definite American establishment here in the heart of Japan. "Let's hope the music is better than the food." He said with a smirk, remembering a dive he helped start back in New York.