The Others

by loyalhero

Different Shinji storyline. After Gendo leaves Shinji the boy is soon kidnapped by a secret organization bent on defeating Seele/Nerv's plan to play God for a day. The story begins after his first battle and his memory of most of his past is wiped. But the organization still needs him. Hints of FMA/Deadman Wonderland but no crossover. Suck at Sums

6. Chapter 6

"Alchemy"

I could remember the name but not the action. I know it had something to do with that circle but that was it. I couldn't remember anything else.

"I wish I could help"

"We wish we could help"

"You have to figure it out on your own"

"We're sorry"

The voices that were usually quiet were actually still quiet but they tried to be comforting at times and other times well…

"Sorry…Sorry!"

"Why are WE apologizing to a little brat?"

"We are the ones that are dead"

"It's not his fault we are dead"

"We're not even dead. We just don't have bodies"

"Well we still shouldn't have to sa-"

"Enough!"

A voice rang out through the commotion. I allowed it to continue…to tired and too curious to deny that there were things in me…maybe people. They always cry about their dead. They cry that they are dead and that they are only souls. The other creature within me can sometimes make them shut up. They usually do.

"Make him remember!"

"I want my rest"

"I do not have that type of power"

"Why can only half of him remember us?"

"You are already dead, have patience. He almost remembers all"

"We can't change his memory anyway"

"The only thing we can do is wait"

"You are not giving him-giving us any succor by crying out"

I listen because they give me clues. Obviously I did not spend the majority of my life with my teacher. It was spent in that hell hole. I am something called a Deadman and I can manipulate my blood. But that is not my only specialty nor is it the main one. I have something else that has to do with this thing called alchemy. Every time the word pops up I have a sense of dread and of happiness. There are others like me. Actually there was a whole prison like me…no wait more than just in the prison…all were just not found. All were not labeled Deadmen. And I wonder if the ability to manipulate my blood was a mere environmental mutation or if it is just a power that some humans have…they are simply born with it. I also wonder if the facility wasn't just for capturing Deadmen. I can't place my finger on it. I can't remember anything past the moment I was shot during the raid but I have a hunch that the place wasn't just for capturing Deadmen and persecuting humans. Another memory bubbles up as I lay dying and crying. I didn't want to die yet. I had fought so hard to live and I wasn't ready to die.

"Aw isn't this sad"

"The poor wittle Osprey was shot"

"I bet you envy me don't you. I have to give you a little credit kid at least you fought for your life"

"But still I bet you envy my life…the fact that I am breathing, healthy, strong. I bet you envy that"

"(Sigh) Well lucky you! You get to live a little longer. With your sins and loneliness as your comfort"

I slathered on some more plaster onto the large cut. The cuts aren't actually as large as I thought they were. They were actually more long and skinny …like a sharp blade cutting through pure butter. It makes the patching job a little easier. Before leaving for work Leon gave me a bucket of plaster and other supplies. He even had the right shade of paint that is fortunately on every wall in the apartment complex seemingly. I wonder if he has had the same problem before…or maybe he has just been watching me more than I thought.

I continued thinking and listening. I was a little numb at the moment. It's almost like a roller coaster at times I am completely okay with the voices but at other times I am not and I have to follow my gut and be okay with them again. The only thing I know is that I can't tell anyone else. Only Leon knows and I think that is enough or at least I feel that is enough.

The memory is blurry but I make it come to surface. I have a strong feeling that the memory was a turning point especially since my memories end there. After that voice…that slightly cruel and mocking voice calls me envious of life…something life changing happened. It still irks me that I still have memories with my teacher. Irks me more that they were are totally different from what I experienced at the prison and were once upon a time real. I was living a lie and I don't even know how long. I bet if I visited my teacher he wouldn't even remember me. Then that raises the question that if I was really in a prison then what was my father doing?

I have blurry memories of us visiting my mother's grave. At first he falls and grovels at the grave obviously in some sort of grief but I am there standing behind him. Soon he is only able to stand a few feet away and stand behind me who is now closer to the grave. We went their yearly until a certain time when I stopped. My memory said I ran away but I don't believe it. I know I wasn't there so what was there? Did my father even look at me? Are these fake dreams just to placate me?

I wonder if he had an involvement in me going to that prison.

What if he was the one to blame me for my mother's death? He just tipped the judge off?

"Well he is our enemy. He is bad. Not even worthy of being called Father"

I stopped the thought process. The other me didn't like my father at all. Actually every time I thought about my father hatred would bubble up inside of me and I knew part of it was from the other side of me. I don't know what to call him…the other me. In the few boring hours that I have been plastering the kitchen I tried to figure out a name for him.

"So what do I call you?"

"I am you so call me whatever you call yourself"

"That's just confusing"

"No it's not. You don't refer to yourself in the third person while thinking"

"But…but-"

"You haven't come to accept me yet but you will see soon that we are one in the same"

"I am just another part of you"

I continued to add the plaster. I still don't feel comfortable calling him my name. A name means value and acceptance. I don't know what I feel about this thing yet. It protected me but I still feared it. I would always black out and wake up to a room full of hideously dismembered humans. I knew it was him.

I was almost done with the kitchen and the rest of the apartment was actually looking better. I was still fixing the door since it was actually the worst damaged. The mirror was long discarded.

While working I realized there was another color I didn't like: the color red. It did not induce the prominent hatred that white created but it did induce fear and death. The color red is the same color as blood and it is also the color as-

"Death is rock and roll!"

That guy was an Undertaker. They were the ones a part of the prison system who were not deemed necessary to rehabilitate because they were too far gone. They were too psychotic and too homicidal. He was one of the leaders. His hair was bright red and he dressed like a monk. He worshipped death and was more than happy to kill because of his twisted sense that death was the ultimate freedom to pain and suffering. He had a sharp eye for picking on me. I saw glimpses of him frequently but he always stayed away.

Anyway I hated the color red and white. White is the color for surrender and death, at least in Japan. I was almost always in white. That was the only color they gave me until I was able to get enough monie to buy myself different colors. I wasn't going to surrender to death and that is what white continuously symbolized. It was like I was in a constant state of death. The walls of the surgery room, of my own room, of my clothes and of my torturers clothes were white…continuously symbolizing my death. I refused to die and that color mocked me. And in that white mixed my red blood. I was afraid when it was spilt.

The first time I was able to stop wearing white was during a Carnival Corpse. There I had to fight an opponent for the crowd's amusement. I had to immobilize the opponent…or kill the opponent. With each win you receive monie. Though this was not given to me other opponents receive candy. This candy was short term anti-venom that counteracted the venom that was continuously given to prisoners. After 7 days the prisoner died if not given any candy. It could be won or bought. The poison was administered through a collar like thing around their necks. I did not have one…neither did the Undertakers, they were the ones to stop the Deadmen if something could occur. I didn't understand why I didn't but I think that maybe they simply did not fear me like they feared the older people. I was a small child. They also used me for too many experiments I think.

In my first Carnival Corpse I had to fight Raven. I remember that was the first day my name changed from Subject 250 to Osprey, a bird of prey. I was finally given some form of value but I was still disposable. I was terrified. Leon was muscular and at my age then he was huge. The blood sprung from his arms into scythes and I realized how close to the grim reaper he looked. I understood why they called him Raven. I lunged from his attacks but was finally slashed across my chest.

That is where some of the scars are from.

I sat there bleeding and afraid of death. I felt hot tears leave my eyes as I thought about how worthless I felt. My father had deemed me worthless, my mother had deemed me worthless, the law deemed me worthless, this prison deemed me worthless and now here I was unable to fight back. I was worthless and so many people didn't care if I died. I felt a small snap in my brain. Not real but psychological. With the snap came anger and I refused to die like everyone wanted me too. I raised up on my now scared legs just enough to get a good shot at him and I released a crescent knife right into the middle of his chest where two small bandages lie. It hit straight on and re-cracked his sternum.

I thought he would be angry but he wasn't. He reveled to fight even if it cost him. It later did because while I won money to buy stuff he lost his eye. They broadcasted the thing all over the block and I almost threw up at the sight. I was both terrified that I had caused him such pain and terrified that it could have been me.

They stopped putting me in the carnival corpse after a while. They stopped the experiments after a while too. That is when I started blacking out and waking up to a room full of dismembered people.

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"Maybe the guy really did just want to show the kid his gratitude. I mean you did say he was a police officer right?"

"No Ritsuko! This guy just gave me a bad vibe", Misato crossed her arms while talking to her friend. "I told him one more slip and he is definitely moving in with me. I've already asked Section-2 to keep an eye on him".

Ritsuko chuckled "A teenage boy living in the same house with you Misato. I don't think that is the best idea"

"Well it's better than him being all alone with some creepy cop following him around. That guy looked like he just got out of jail not put people in the jail", Misato fumed.

"Well you would still need authorization. I don't know how Commander Ikari would perceive that", Ritsuko took a sip of her coffee.

"I don't think he'll mind. I am still the kid's guardian and all. The Commander is not even really involved in Shinji's life", Misato reasoned.

"Just because he is distant does not mean he doesn't care", Ritsuko looked like she didn't even believe that statement.

"Hmm…sure", Misato said unbelieving.

"Well you shouldn't place your own feelings about your father into other people Misato", Ritsuko said cautiously.

"Oh shut up", Misato replied with a tone of finality.

"Do we know what happened during the sync test", Misato changed the subject with a huff.

"No. I have been going through the files but the only thing I can come up with is possible instability of the pilot"

"You mean like with Rei"

"Yes. I don't know about the psychological problems of Shinji yet but there was a difference in how the EVA acted"

"Your right there was difference. With Rei it seemed like the EVA was trying to kill itself but with Shinji-"

"It acted like it was hurting or even fighting something internally" Ritsuko finished Misato's statement.

"So that just means that Shinji's problems and Rei's are just…different"

"Yes. Unlike with Rei there did not seem to be a rejection with Shinji. Actually his scores were really high indicating a possible absorption"

"Well I guess that could be possible I mean what mother rejects her son"

"Have you checked on his condition yet Misato", Ritsuko interrupted thinking about the term mother.

"Oh", Misato said sheepishly "Well after last night…well I kind of…forgot"

"YOU FORGOT", Ritsuko fussed "How could you forget that your own ward was injured and not check up on him".

"He was fine when I left him…maybe a little woozy but fine nonetheless. Besides I tried to check up on him. If he was good enough to visit some weirdo and eat dinner with him then he should be fine", Misato said "I'll check up on him immediately after my shift", she stated quickly after looking at Ritsuko's glare.

"You better. And tell him I need to see him after school Monday to check his progress. You have told him about his school yes?"

"Yep I have informed him that he is starting Monday. His injuries are not bad enough for that so he should be fine especially if Rei can attend school in her condition"

"I agree. Just please remember to check up on him. This is a bad look for a guardian Misato"

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I took a deep breath and exhaled. I only inhaled paint fumes but it proved one thing: my ribs were healed. Actually all of my injuries were healed. Before Leon left he did say something about how I shouldn't worry about my injuries anymore. It is really cool that this blood thing could have healing powers. I guess it would be necessary since I have to injure myself to even draw the blood out. I ate my small egg and toast as I waited for the paint to dry. Thank goodness the kitchen ware wasn't too dinged up. There were more scratches than actual scars like in the walls but they were steel appliances so that could mean something.

I really didn't want to go to school. I'm already hearing voices so I didn't really want to add people into the mix. I…I don't really think I actually have ever been to school. At the prison for some reason they made me learn reading and writing. I don't know why especially since they forced me to undergo experiments but they had tutors for me. They were just as demented as the others and every problem I did incorrectly ended with a whip, hit or knife. I remember being almost perfect because I didn't want to feel any more pain so I made sure I could do everything they asked of me. But then again they stopped the tutors once I blacked out one time and awoke to a decapitated tutor. I still don't know why they wanted me to learn. Maybe they wanted to show the public that they were being somewhat humane to foolish spectators especially since I was a child.

I added a second coat as the sun was beginning to set and finally felt done when I started making dinner for myself. I looked at the miraculously still alive clock. Leon said he was going to stop by after work to check up on me. I was actually kind of excited to see him. He seemed to care a little about me. The feeling was nice but also very foreign. At one point I had come to realize that I was alone. I couldn't believe in anyone and I knew that no one loved me. I had come to except that and just fought for my existence. Fought everyone who had the arrogance to claim that I should die while they live. But he changed that outlook a little.

I think a memory from after the prison slipped through. It was not intentional but it didn't show much either. I have to dig it out but it was after the EVA test. It was of that guy who liked the bluejays and patted my head. I had heavy emotions for him. I can't remember him but with that one memory I knew he was someone important. It was like he really loved me. I couldn't believe someone else could love me. I was fine with loving myself. I was worth living and I was worth love but no one would love me and everyone wanted me to die. So I killed all those who wanted me to die and loved only myself since no one else would…not even my parents. But here comes this guy who I can't even remember who says he loves me. I hold back tears again. I can barely remember this guy but yet I am crying.

(Knock)(Knock)

"Shinji it's me open up", Misato's cheery voice muffled through. I almost stopped breathing. I looked around the room and tried to think of an excuse to give her for the damage and the paint. There was a trash bag full of dry wall, feathers and the broken mirror.

"Shinji are you in there", she began to sound irritated. I couldn't risk another problem like yesterday so I quickly opened the door.

"Oh thank goodness. I…I just wanted to say that I am sorry about my fussing at you yesterday and I-"she stopped mid-sentence once her big eyes fell upon my small apartment.

"What in the hell happened here Shinji", she gasped at some sudden realization "Did that guy do something? You better tell me the truth kid, remember that you have all of Nerv protecting you", she began with an angry and worried tone.

"No Misato, that guy didn't do anything to me. He really is harmless", I said with slight irritation of her frequent accusations against Leon. She didn't look satisfied but her face fell to confusion since it didn't explain why my room was in shambles.

"I-I decided to…re…redecorate", she looked at me incredulously. "What? Do you really think I was born yesterday", her face was beginning to turn red at my obvious lie so I tried another tactic.

"Okay fine. I was really angry after you left and I didn't know how I could express so I just started breaking things in my room. I didn't know what else to do and I didn't realize what I was doing until well I had damaged some parts of my room", I finished with my head bowed sincerely hoping she believed my lie.

"You did all of this because of my fussing at you yesterday. Wha-What…I don't…do you have anger problems Shinji…like has this happened before? And", her eyes lowered and I didn't really know what she was looking at "Your hand", she quickly grabbed it. "You even hurt yourself. Shinji I was worried about leaving you before. First you hang out with some weird guy and then you trash your apartment and even hurt yourself-"

"He's not weird", I yelled out. I was so sick of her calling him weird. He was the most normal person I know…which is not that many people in total but it still counts. "And my hand is fine it is just a scratch. No this is not really something that has happened before", my voice tapered off. I was worried that I had actually dug myself a really deep hole.

"This is just like the first time I saw you in the hospital when you made that dent-", she stopped and straightened herself up before shifting to the side of the door. I had forgotten about that incident. That is not really good to prove that I am stable enough to stay by myself. Ugh, but I need my freedom though. I would be under constant surveillance from her and I wouldn't really get to see Leon again.

She pulled up a bag of…food. It looked like it was all instant. "As a peace offering and because I didn't give you a welcome to Tokyo-3 party I have decided to make dinner for you", she stated cheerfully. Before I could protest she shoved herself into my apartment. I merely closed the door not wanting to start any more trouble.

"So you already started to cook the rice great!"

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Was she an alcoholic or something? She chugged a beer like it was pure water. I didn't really have a dining set so she just sat on the still scarred up chair. She gave me a worried/angry look as she sat before chugging down her beer. Luckily the pots and pans were saved from last night.

I picked up my chopsticks and…suddenly forgot how to use them. I couldn't even hold them right. She stopped her shoveling of food and looked at me curiously. "You do know how to use chop sticks right", she said it in an unbelieving tone but my struggle with the two pieces of wood had her worried. I don't think I used chopsticks in the prison. I used forks, knives and spoons. I chuckled nervously "My hand just hurts a little", I replied. My right hand was still bandaged so she seemed to believe me. I managed after a while to get some food.

The food was…well it was…gross. The instant curry and noodles tasted like some type of toxic sludge. I instantly missed Leon's food. She ate it ravenously though. "You know we really need to get you some more chairs…maybe bean bag chairs. You'll need them when you start making friends at school", she stated happily.

I grimaced at the thought of school. "Don't worry Shinji. You'll like it. I promise. You'll start making friends and it will get better".

"Friends"

The word sounded bitter even thinking about it. The prison life didn't really create friends. Not when you might have to kill them later during a Carnival Corpse. Half of them were as insane as the people running the place. But of course Leon could be the exception. Even in the life with my teacher I never had friends. I was always lonely.

"Hello earth to Shinji. Did you hear what I just said", I realized that I had spaced out and apologized.

"I said that you have to meet with Ritsuko after school on Monday to check on your injuries", she stated. Her face turned to one of worry "How are you feeling"

"I'm fine actually. The medication keeps the pain away. My ribs aren't really hurting at all", I lied to her. I didn't even know where the pills were. I felt a little bad for the lie but I thought it necessary. I didn't even know what I was going tell Dr. Akagi about my suddenly healed ribs. I cringed at what could happen due to that. I know that it could be something that would be documented and could be easily transferred to my father. Hopefully he won't care enough to investigate anything.

"Well that is good", she stated. "Shinji", she said with a tone of seriousness "You do know that you are doing a great thing by piloting EVA right? I know you don't really like your father and all…I didn't really get along with my father either but you saved the entire human race with piloting that thing and defeating the angels", her arms spread out to add emphasis. "I just want you to know that you did a good thing that day and you continue to do it while piloting", her voice was sincere but I couldn't help the nagging memory.

"You Shinji Ikari will pilot the EVA"

"I have a use for you"

"Just get in the EVA!"

The last voice was Misato's. At that moment when it was said I felt nothing but helplessness but now I feel nothing but anger. Through all of her sincerity I still can't forget that voice.

"Why did you come here Shinji?"

"You have to confront your father"

She continued drinking her beer and looking at the window. I think I nodded to her to confirm I heard he before. Confront? Confront my father. I have a new definition of how I want to confront him. I don't want to confront him by doing his will and allowing them to tell me what to do. The way I want to confront him is a punch in the face. It was his fault that I was in that place anyway! His fault that I am going through this hell right now! His fault and my mother's fault! They have so much power over my life and they knew it. Confront my father..pssh…if I were to confront him in that monster he would be dead. His abandonment of me was a threat to my existence and anyone who threatens my life needs to die. Any one arrogant enough to try to kill me or any life needs to die.

But that leads to the question of why I came to EVA. Why am I still piloting the same monster that has already caused me grief?

"Has it really cause you grief"

The other me spoke. I looked up at Misato who was now nursing another beer. She gave me a wink and I down casted my eyes in embarrassment.

"Yes it has"

"But you now have some of your memories"

"You now know who you are a little"

"Fine well then can you enlighten me then on a reason?"

"To stop the angels from destroying those who you want to protect"

"To keep the third impact from occurring. To stop the arrogance of Lillum"

That word 'Lillum' kept popping up but I didn't really know what it was…but I knew about a possible third impact. I…sure saving humanity is a big deal but who do I want to protect.

Leon flashed in my mind with a kind smirk and a radiation of warmth filled my chest. Oh…I see… I wouldn't want Leon to die. I do want to protect him. I have a right to protect him. I can finally protect him.

Once upon a time I wanted to protect my mother and father too.

"Well I can't stay for too much longer and I can't keep drinking since I have to drive home", Misato began gathering her things. "I'll keep popping up and since I am your guardian I'm not going to call before I come. Just be ready", she said with an evil smirk. I rolled my eyes. "Just make sure you remember about meeting Ritsuko after school and open another window this smell of paint is almost making me high. AND make sure you go to school. I am alerted of everyday you miss without my permission".

She was finally gone. I opened another window like she asked. I was too tired after today to do much of anything else except shower and bed. I left the window open.

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(chirp)(chirp)(chirp)

I awoke to the soft sounds of chirping. I opened my eyes to a small bird. It was a blue bird. Not a blue jay but close. It was having a good time eating some of the bread out of the trashcan. I lay in bed and watched it peck and sing. I think it was half past ten. I smiled to myself as the same memory from before faded in.

"I've always like bluejays"

The voice was so deep and comforting. I longed to remember the voice that brought such warmth and hope. I thought about what I could possibly do today since it was Sunday. A thought came to my mind in that I needed school supplies. I arose out of bed just in time to see the blue bird finish its breakfast and fly out. I closed the window after it.

I arose to start my new day.

Tokyo-3 was busy for a fortress against aliens. There were people everywhere but I guess Sunday afternoons are good times for families. It was nice to walk around and just see people. I didn't have to be in contact with them but I could just watch. Watch the fathers playing catch with their kids, watch the mothers feeding their babies. It was…nice….watching families were nice. Something I never had.

I continued walking with school list in hand and the card in the other. I quickly got my things and walked out.

I wasn't ready to go back to my suddenly stuffy apartment so I decided to sit on a park bench. I was mostly invisible under the shade as I watched families fly kites and play with large, happy dogs.

I felt the bench shift and heard a soft plop. I turned my head to see Leon looking at the same scenery.

"It's nice huh? Looking at all the happy faces and stuff. I think this is why I joined the force before going to prison and why I returned afterwards. I love the thrill of fighting especially with my gift but I also liked to protect too", he began with a nostalgic tone. "I decided not to come by yesterday. I heard your guardian in there and she doesn't really seem to like me much at all", he gave a hard chuckle at the statement.

"I agree", we sat in silence for a moment. It was like we were both reveling in happiness of being out of that prison and actually being free.

"I didn't find you after the riot", he began after a moment thus breaking the light feeling of before. His soft smile had turned into a frown. He eyes were downcast to the green grass. "Actually I couldn't find you at all on the grounds. It was like you just disappeared. As a way to scare any other Deadmen from rioting they placed the names of the ones who were killed but you were not there".

"After the place was finally sacked almost everyone was acquitted. But I still couldn't find you for another few years. I was worried you had gotten into a good fight without telling me".

"Wait, Leon, you said you couldn't find me for some few years…what was I doing", I asked surprised at his level of care to even look for me afterwards.

"Here…this won't give you any clues but it could provide some comfort", he gave me a brown envelope that had seen better days.

"Well got to go back protecting the people. See ya around kid", he said before leaving me alone again. The sky was beginning to turn orange and I was beginning to get hungry.

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The boy under the name Subject 250 has posthumously been acquitted of all accounts of murder. His real name and birth were not found but we can only ask his forgiveness at the clear inhumane conditions he was put under. He is innocent of all crimes. Since he cannot be found we can only wish that his soul rests in peace.

That was all I could digest from the letter. I wasn't found at all. I was thought to be dead. B-but I'm here so that person who ever took me after the riot…but-but wait my records were not found. They didn't even say my name…didn't even know my name. They kept records of me. They always had records of me in everything…they always wrote down stuff or at least I saw them write down stuff. I read the script over and over again…all 10 pages of it. It was so….depressing but at least I wasn't seen as a fugitive. And at least they finally got rid of the place. I was slightly numbed at the letter. I had spent most of my evening do nothing but repeatedly reading it hoping to sponge something from the words. And then stopping to roam over my ravaged thoughts. The voices of course were quiet murmurs. The only thing I could do after that was eat, shower and go to bed.

I had a strange inclination to pray to a God I have never really heard about before.

Overall though I had a good day.

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I awoke to more chirping. I think that bird liked my apartment but the window was closed and could not get in. It just stayed on the seal and sung its little heart away. I picked up a piece of bread from the trash and threw it out. It caught it with glee. I looked over at the clock and noticed that I had about an hour before I had to go to my new hell hole: school.

Okay I was being pessimistic but I really did not like the prospect of being around people my own age. I was never around people my own age. I didn't want to be. I lay in bed and just watched the time go by for a while. So much information in just a few days and now this. I didn't even have a weekend to rest. Friday I realized half of what I was, Saturday was renovation, Sunday I realized that I was innocent. All that in just three days. I'm not even going to go into the whole Eva thing yet.

"I'm alerted of everyday you miss without my permission"

I groaned at the warning and forced myself to get up and get ready. The school list said that I had to wear a white shirt but I instead wore a black shirt of course. I hoped they either wouldn't notice or that I could feign first day of school confusion. I double checked myself.

Blue undershirt- check

Black over shirt-check

Black shoes-check

Black pants-check

Perfect! I grabbed my small supplies and headed on my trek to school. It wasn't long and I saw others walking in the same type of attire that I had decided not to wear. I just made sure to follow them.

"Hmmm…home room 2-A", I walked through the maze trying to find my class.

"Heeey", I heard a voice behind me. I assumed he was talking to someone else so I kept walking…no way someone can know me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at a boy with violet eyes, black hair and a wide smile. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine

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Well that is it for now. I'm not going to go through his everyday life but I thought these first few would be important and good for story development. I hope I have painted Misato more as a concerned guardian than anything else. I also hope things are coming together and making the story seem more suspicious instead of confusing.

Misato is not as easily fooled as she seems also…