Sorry if I haven't been updating my fics lately. For one, I have about ten gazillion to update, two, I'm busy with school, three, I actually had a new chapter for this fic written ages ago, but I lost it and had to rewrite it from scratch. That's always a pain, but oh well, I'm back for now…
Sorry if it's odd or lame, but honestly the last time I ever released a chapter for any of my fanfics was July of last year! Wow, ages ago! I hope to start updating my other big fanfics, such as NGE: Madness, so for those who are enjoying this, feel free to look at the other fics I've authored. Most of them are Evangelion fics, and pretty cool, I have a lot of stuff I've written and need desperately to update.
Here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion or its characters. Gainax does, and they rock. Who else could create both Evangelion and FLCL! I don't own any fictional Bleach properties either.
Tokyo 3, Japan
Streets of Tokyo 3
Shinji Ikari could only tremble in fright and awe as he stared at the beast before him.
It clutched the bleeding stump that had once been its clawed arm and let out a terrible roar, the mask that had once covered its face toppling to the floor.
There behind it lay the unmistakable stare of Gendo Ikari.
Shinji could only tremble.
Not this…not him…what does this mean!?
The wounded Shinigami moaned, clutching her bleeding wound as she stared in obvious trepidation at Shinji.
"Do…you want to save your friend?"
Misato lay behind Ikari, clearly unconscious and in terrible shape, in the rubble of the buildings around them.
"There is a way to survive, no, to be exact, there is only one way."
The former Third Child hunched over, his entire body trembling as he muttered over and over under his breath.
"Not this…not this…not this…not this…"
The Shinigami gasped in pain, crawling towards the deluded Ikari, raising her sword to his chest.
"You must become a Shinigami."
Shinji trembled, shaking his head.
I'm nothing…I am nothing…I…I can't do this…
"Pierce the middle of your chest with my blade, the zanpakutou, and I will transfer half of my Shinigami powers!"
The beast loomed over them, apparently ignoring the bleeding for now, the Gendo face shining like a mask of evil upon its neck. It smirked and bared massive fangs, snorting steam and black flames.
"That way, you will attain the power of a Shinigami at least temporarily and will be able to fight on equal terms. However, I simply set this up because of your high spiritual nature, the percentage of success is not high. If it fails…you will die."
Suddenly it spoke in a terrible voice, one that certainly hinted of the former human Gendo Ikari, that commanding yet emotionless tone.
"YOU CAN DO NOTHING, THIRD CHILD, YOU ARE USELESS. USELESS BEINGS DO NOT DESERVE TO EXIST."
Shinji trembled beneath the voice and felt himself descending to that sobbing little child again, that little boy watching his own father turn his back and walk away.
"No! Where's mamma! Don't leave me! Please! Stop it! No!"
"However there is no time to deliberate, human! Act now or it will devour us all! Stand up, what are you doing?!"
Asuka smiled, racing down the sidewalk, her blazing crimson hair leaving a sort of path for him to doggedly follow in adoration.
"Hurry up Shinji, we don't have time to be wasting with that stupid otaku of yours!"
Shinji chuckled, catching up to her and shaking his head.
"Now, now, you know how important this is to Kensuke, what am I supposed to do?"
Asuka licked her lips, smiling, every action captivating Shinji's senses at a maddening pace.
"You and your Three Stooges…it's a wonder you ever got me to fall in love with you, 'Invincible Shinji'."
Shinji only smiled, wrapping his arms around her and nestling his nose in her soft hair, slowly taking in her warmth and scent as they embraced.
"It was worth the work, my love."
Suddenly, Asuka's eyes widened in anything but loving warmth, staring past Shinji's shoulders at something it seemed only she could see coming.
A loud noise, a massive pressure against his back that made him feel like he was split into pieces, and then…gone…darkness…black.
Shinji gasped, his fingers in claws as he trembled and shook on the ground, his eyes wide and utterly insane. Suddenly, a voice entered his mind, part of his madness.
"Shinji…where are you…Shinji…"
No…it was real. He turned left, to see the barely conscious Misato muttering in pain and confusion.
"Don't…hurry…and get away…Shinji…it's dangerous."
When he awoke, he could feel the ground trembling and blood dripping down his forehead. He felt for sure that most of the bones in his body had been broken, and he could see shattered pavement all around him.
But that mattered not, what mattered was…
"ASUKA?!"
He rose, screaming her name as he viewed the madness that stood before him.
No…they had fought too hard for this to happen, endured far too much. The Angels, everything, their pasts, and finally they had had some peace.
Asuka lay limp and bleeding in the massive clawed fist of the beast standing before Shinji Ikari, and it had to be at least thirty feet tall. It was covered in massive holes and had a large hole in its chest.
"ASUKA!"
She stared at him with scared, pitying eyes full of love and sorrow. The expression she gave was unimaginably human, it brought a paralyzing wave of emotion over him. It seemed almost as if she had known this would come.
"Don't…hurry…and get away…Shinji…it's dangerous."
Asuka shook her head once.
"Shinji…don't…forget…I…"
And then she and the 19th Messenger were gone, leaving Shinji Ikari broken apart physically and mentally on an empty city street.
Sirens in the distance, but it did not matter. Shinji Ikari swore he would never speak again, he could never function again, he could not exist as 'Shinji Ikari' without the being known as 'Asuka Langley Sohryu'. That was unthinkable.
"Not…this…not…this…notthis…notthisnotthisnotthisnotthisNOTTHIS!"
The Shinigami gasped as Shinji ran himself straight through the chest on her sword without hesitation, staring at her with trembling and intensely pained eyes that terrified her.
She stared at him as his blood ran down the sword, both of them trembling.
"It's…not Shinigami…It is 'Kuchiki Rukia'."
Shinji gasped, letting the blade sink deeper through his chest as he spoke a whispered and obviously pained reply.
"I…am…Shinji Ikari…Let us hope…this is not the last greeting…for both of us…"
The massive Angel or beast or Hollow, whatever one would call it, let out a terrifying screech from its Gendo face, as if annoyed that it had been forgotten in all this ensuing drama and madness.
Letting out one final snort of enraged breath, it reared down and charged straight towards Rukia and Shinji, ready to mash both into the pavement.
Unknown Location
The black columns loomed over the smoky emptiness of time and space, this was hell, this was Hueco Mundo, this was where those who were damned were sent. Sent to become the Hollows, or "Angels" as humanity ironically named them in the wars they fought against them.
The columns began to slowly flash, numbers gleaming on each of them as voices issued all around.
"The young Ikari…he has awakened, yes?"
"Indeed, it is quite good, I must say."
"Make Aizen aware of this immediately, as well as the former Commander Ikari."
"Yes, it would interest them much before the final plan is initiated. Especially with the remaining few Hollows that took the form of Gendo. This young Ikari could be amusing."
"Or a block in our plans…is it wise to take him lightly? He seems to know at least something of the Second Child's fate?"
"He is a fool. Let them play in the mortal world, it makes no difference."
Tokyo 3, Japan
Streets of Tokyo 3
The soul of the beast was cool and calculating despite the massive shrieks it let out. A portion of the soul of Gendo Ikari, diluted perhaps, in Hueco Mundo. One cannot imagine what true purposes Instrumentality served, though one assumes they will be revealed.
As the shrieks of the beast he controlled shook the earth, this Gendo Ikari only laughed in sheer amusement, his cold analytical self overwhelmed by sadistic glee.
Hmmmm…He is useless as ever, yes! Whining over his lost loves and foolishness. He was always a weakness, always a blight on the Ikari name. Time to take his spirit energy for myself! This will be delici-
The beast blinked, and suddenly, its other arm was gone, sliced cleanly to the ground.
WHAT?! IMPOSSIBLE!
Tokyo 3, Japan
Streets of Tokyo 3
Shinji Ikari smirked silently, standing behind the enraged and now armless Angel.
He stared resolutely at the mutated and mongrelized form of his father, his eyes intense yet determined. He was clad in flowing black robes much like Kuchiki Rukia's, and at his back he held a massive sword. It seemed much like a zanbatou, a long massive blade larger than Shinji itself anchored on a stiff and strong handle.
Rukia gasped, muttering to herself as she clutched her wounded body, staring at this new Shinji Ikari in a mix of awe and fear.
"How…could…It was only supposed to be half, but all my power was taken! Furthermore…this feeling…an immense energy…blocking out my senses…what is this?!"
Shinji Ikari snarled, rushing straight at the bleeding beast, Rukia still staring in disbelief.
"I…have never seen a human that could see Shinigamis…I have never seen a human defeat a Hollow…I have never seen a zanpaktou which responds to an individual's spirit power like this…His sword is massive!"
The beast flinched, letting out a massive shriek as its attempt to leap upon Ikari were cut off quite literally along with its right leg.
Shinji landed a few feet behind the beast, his blade dripping blood as the beast's right leg toppled down next to him.
"THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! YOU ARE THE USELESS THIRD CHILD! THIS SPIRIT ENERGY IS IMPOSSIBLE! THIS LEVEL OF SKILL IS IMPOSS-"
The beast let out a choking groan as it was rendered in two by a quick slash of Shinji's sword, the former Third Child landing a few feet behind the beast as it fell into two pieces.
All around Shinji could feel a blazing aura, keeping him safe, keeping him strong. It seemed obvious to him that no one else could see it or feel it. This was his special love. It was in the form of her, her all around him! He could see her in the air, in the buildings, in life, in his words, in the space and time around him.
"IMPOSSIBLE…"
"Love makes all things possible."
Shinji turned away from the dying beast as it collapsed in a spurt of blood, shaking his head with resolute eyes and fists clenched, the massive zanpaktou sword balanced casually on his shoulder.
Asuka…I will NOT forget.
The Boy Who Doesn't Talk
The boy who doesn't talk
No words do appear
No simple tidings of foolishness do come to ear.
And he sits there waiting there, frankly frightening
They disturb his sleep, contrite and stupid
His ears plugged by music
His soul lies contrite and abused
His soul bare, do not use it
For inside him is a raging demon
Full of spite for the loved and the free men.
He cannot stand it anymore
Scorned upon by those whores
The boy who doesn't talk
The boy who doesn't find joy and love
And is comfortable with that
As long as he feels the numb
A boy who cannot find the kind
Or find meaning from above
Do hope, do hope, your actions do not wake him
For when he wakes, oh when he talks,
Oh when he opens that great maw
And when he is moved to strike or stun
It shall be either true venom
Or the will of something, supremely beautiful
Copyright Sanbud Tehrani
Things will be getting very interesting… I hope this wasn't a stupid or confusing chapter for you guys, I tried to make things clear. And sorry if it was too short or something, but like I said, I'm just getting back in the flow and this was a good place to stop this chapter at.
It'll be especially clearer if you're familiar with both Bleach and Evangelion, though you don't necessarily have to be that familiar with Bleach. It helps.
Anyway, see you cats next chapter.