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His dark hair was short but curled at the ends, his eyes were soft lavender and they seemed friendly. But it felt like I had seen him before. His grip on my shoulder was strong and it hurt slightly. I faintly remembered the large scar under the same hand.
"You're new here right", he stated with a cheerful smile.
I nodded dumbly.
"I'm new here too. My name is Cane. What is yours?"
"Uh…Shinji", I told him while thinking about his weird name. Again another non-Japanese name…
"By any chance do you know where room 2-A is?" he questioned. I shrugged "I'm looking for it myself".
"Well great we can get lost together", he chuckled and we continued.
Luckily we were not too far away from the location.
"Stand, bow, sit", we heard a girl say.
"Ah good", the teacher began "Students we have two new students meeting with us today. This here is Shinji Ikari and the next is Cane Midori. You boys pick a sit now", I looked around the room. There was at least one guy who didn't want to follow the dress code. He looked angry about something though. I took one step and my hand was grasped by the Cane's hand. He guided/dragged me to the back of the classroom. We took the two seats that were close to each other and empty. I didn't know how I felt about being pulled to the back of the classroom by another guy but my worries were mostly extinguished by Cane's friendly smile. I got weird looks from some of the students but I glared back before embarrassment could come forth. What the hell do I care what they think anyway?
I opened my ugly red laptop to follow along with the lecture "Well students today we are going to talk about the Second Impact", the teacher drawled on and my mind instantly zoned out. I already hated this place.
I scanned the classroom. Most of the kids were trying not to fall asleep. The only one who was vigilant was a girl with brown hair and freckles.
Rei Ayanami was in bandages. I remember the first time I met her during the angel attack. It was the first angel attack so I wonder how she got hurt. Her head turned around and she looked at me. I turned my head back to the front of the classroom. I don't know what to do about her yet. She looked so familiar also but with the familiarity I have a strong uncomfortable feeling. And her skin and eyes. She's so pale almost white and her eyes are so red…the color of blood.
I could feel heat upon my face and hope that she doesn't see anything. I notice whispering amongst the students and eyes that flicker back to my own. I cross my arms and the feeling of being talked about. I glance over at Cane and almost fall out of my chair. The kid's just looking at me. I could've sworn his eyes were different at that moment. They were evil looking and looked red for a moment but at one blink and they were back to being curious and friendly. I look up at the ceiling not wanting to look at any other human being in this classroom. I really didn't want to be here. I felt my skin start to crawl. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing through my nose. I became hyper aware of the voices around me. The girlish whispers and the giggles…the beginnings of a snide remark. The sound of graphite hitting paper, the sound of an eraser scratching against paper, the sound of nails drumming against the desk. My blood was burning. What was I going to do?
"So what now?"
"Oh so you want my advice now?"
"Great sarcasm. So why am I getting these feelings. Is there danger around?"
"Why the heck are you asking me?"
"Cause you were so adamant before about "accepting" and all that crap"
"So are you actually accepting me now?"
"I'm trying. You seem helpful at times"
"These other humans are just annoying little buzzards. But the one next to you, Cane, he could be useful"
"You mean like a friend", my heart began to beat a little faster.
"Not necessarily safe but he can help"
"Well what the hell does that mean!?"
I felt a hand on my shoulder right where the scar was again. The pain that erupted was dull ache and I cringed. It shocked me back into breathing normally. The whispers ran back to their owners. The pencils were moving but now silent. My blood was still boiling. I actually felt hot and of course I was angry again. I bared my teeth and looked up at the owner of the hand in anger. Crane shirked back his hand and looked shocked at my facial expression. I changed my expression. I feel more irritated than usual and angrier.
He noticeably gulped and pointed at my computer screen. I had new messages.
"So are you the new Eva pilot"
I stared at the screen and looked at two girls giggling who must have been the culprits of the message. I didn't know whether to answer yes or no. A part of me wanted them to mind their own business. A part of me was flattered that they would even ask. A part of me was still too angry to think. The room started to get really warm and I began to get really irritated at the seven words. I began to get irritated at the girls. I looked up once more and instead of two girls there were more little eyes staring back at me. Waiting for my response with more curiosity than I think should be given. So instead of answering I just rolled me eyes up to the ceiling and continued looking at the dull structure. They were teenagers…they had low attention spans…so why should they care….they'll forget in a moment.
I could still feel their eyes on my face. I felt my brow scrunch up in anger. Why can't they just leave me alone!? They have lives, why can't they just stick with that and leave mine out of it! I instead thought of something more productive with my time.
"Well one of you guys what is your name?"
"Oh you finally have an interest in us now. What boredom does to a young mind, haha"
"My name is Cecilia"
"My name is Robin"
"My name is James"
"My name is Aiko"
"My name is Hana"
"My name is Etsu"
"My name is Luke"
"Alright alright! One at a time. I can't concentrate on so many voices at once. So the first one I heard was Cecilia correct?"
"Yes!" a bright voice popped up
"We've already done this before"
"Well duh", I screamed at the other me "I can't really remember it now can I!"
"I don't mind. Yes I am Cecilia. I was born in Chile in South America"
"Wait what…South America! But there is no South America anymore!"
"Haven't you been listening at ALL! They are dead! Gah, my other self is a retard"
"Well sometimes they don't talk they just wail and cry! And shut up! But how long have you been dead?"
"I have been dead for 15 years"
"But Second Impact was 15 years…is that what you were talking about before… You don't want another impact happening. Is that where all of you are from? The second impact!"
I felt a shift in gravity as my chair began to change from a 75 degree angle to a 180 degree angle. My arms splayed out in an attempt to grab on to something. Before my head could hit anything an arm shot out to grab my hand. The arm was strong and almost hurt as it clasped around the bicep. I felt a sharp pain spring my joint as the rest of gravity pushed down upon my almost free fall form.
My bum hit the floor and the class erupted in laughter. I looked up at the hand to find Cane looking at me with an unreadable expression. His grip on my arm was like steel and my shoulder was in a lot of pain.
"Order classroom! The teacher is still talking", I heard the freckled girl say. The class quieted down with small snicker here and there. Cane finally let my arm go and I felt blood rush back into the limb. I repositioned my chair just in time to hear a bell ring.
"Oh. Is it lunch already well class dismiss", I rubbed my arm from the harsh grasp of Crane as the class got ready for lunch. As I left the classroom my hot blood cooled and my heart beat calmed.
"You wanna eat with me", I heard Cane say. "We can both go to the cafeteria and get something". Though his grip was harsh he did save me from a nasty fall so I followed him.
The cafeteria reminded me of the prison for a minute but I forced the thought out of my mind. I tried not the cringe with the overwhelming amount of white in the room. I don't even know what I got. I just ordered what Can ordered.
"Come on. I know they have a roof somewhere around here", he led me through a maze. I idly wondered how the heck he knew where he was going. My mind was still trapped on what Cecilia had said. That she died during Second impact. I had never really talked to them before and before they were not so cooperative. They were usually crying and moaning. I had accepted they were there but I began to ignore their cries. But now I see. They were crying about losing their loved ones but their souls were trapped. But they were trapped in me. But why? Why did I hear them? I'm a normal teenage boy…no wait.
I'm not…not anymore.
I followed Crane up the stairs and we made it to the rooftop.
"Ah", I heard him say. "I love going to rooftops at my old school", I nodded again as we sat down to eat.
"So Shinji do you have any family?" His lavender eyes turned to mine. "Family", I thought to myself. Well…technically the guy still is my family.
"Yes, just my father", I number myself to not show anger.
"That's cool. I take it he works at Nerv"
"Yes"
"It must be nice to have a father around. I just have a father too. What's it like living together?"
"….we don't live together"
"Wow! Really, well who do you live with"
"By myself"
"Why? Why don't you live with your dad?"
"I…I don't know"
"You don't know why you can't live with your dad?"
"Yes"
"Is his job top secret or something?"
"Kind of I guess"
"Is he always busy?"
I shrugged.
"You don't seem to know that much about him"
"I've been living with my teacher for the past few years. I don't see my father that much"
"(Gasp). So you mean he abandoned you?"
It was my turn to gasp. I don't think anyone has actually used the term abandoned… well except for the prison. They used it all the time. "Yeah, I guess", I felt the beginning of rancid anger boiling up.
"He left you all alone with some guy you barely even know. Gee what a monster. Do you know why?"
"He had work", I snapped. The memories of my father's back and he retreated away from my crying form faded in. I was instantly livid. He is a monster!
"So he was too busy for you"
"Yes", I seethed
"Gee a parent too busy for their child. I wonder if he just stopped loving you"
"What?!"
"Oh come on. Obviously he doesn't care about you. He abandoned you and didn't even check up. That seems like a sign that he was either a coward, didn't love you or both", it definitely was a possibility…at least that is what I was told when I was at the prison.
"I had always thought of the possibilities of him leaving me but I had never heard anyone else voice their opinions of the matter"
He tapped his chin. "Maybe he had another woman on the side that didn't want children"
"I don't care what he had on the side. All I know is that he lived in some semblance of happiness without me around"
"Are you envious of him?", that struck a nerve.
"I'm not envious of him! I'm not envious of anyone especially some whore he has on the side. How can I be envious of the man who killed my mother? He abandoned me to that hell hole!" I was seeing red at the moment. I paced back and forward on the rooftop. How dare he call me envious?
"He abandoned you and lived happily without a care in the world. Hmmm…if my father left me like that I would be so angry but I would also be envious of the possible life I would have had with him. Ya know if he actually did want me around. I would have been happy. Instead he was so selfish that he only cared about his happiness. " he was on a roll. I could feel every cell in my body screaming from anger. His questions brought up so many memories. I wanted to hurt…something…no wait I wanted to hurt my father.
I wanted him dead. First he killed my mother. Then he puts me through hell and I couldn't even defend myself. And for what!? FOR WHAT!?
And once upon a time I believed in him.
Out of POV
A little boy thrashed against chained connected to a wall. He was completely naked and struggling to break free. A large man with glasses and black hair talked on.
"And exactly why do you still have hope in your father"
"'Cause he's my daddy! He'll come back for me"
"But he abandoned you"
"H-he said he had to work!"
"And leave you here with us"
"He just doesn't know I'm here"
"No he knows. That's why he left you."
"What?"
"He left you because you killed your mother"
"No! I didn't do anything. I want my mommy back"
"She gave up her life for you and what father in his right mind would want such a child"
"No…she didn't…I didn't want her too" the little boy began to cry.
"I want them back", he began to sob. "I want my mommy and daddy back"
"Well you are not getting them back. They do not love you anymore. And you deserve your punishment. You deserve death"
The man walked out of the room. He signaled to a group behind a large glass window above the small cell.
"Wait…wait! Where are you going? I'm sorry. I don't want to die! I didn't want to hurt anyone. Please just let me go! Let me-"
A spherical steel ball came hurtling towards the boy and smashed against the side of his head- ending his pleas.
Shinji POV-
"Maybe he was angry with you too. Maybe even jealous"
"Angry…Jealous…WHY?" I yelled at the boy. He shrugged.
"I just find the situation interesting. Jealousy and anger can easily corrupt a parent's love", I stood on the other side of the roof breathing deeply. Was that it? Did he really believe I killed my mother? Did he really blame me for her death?
Wait.
Why the heck is this kid asking all of these questions? Who is he?
"Why the hell do you care?" I asked the boy. "Why are you asking these questions?" I looked at Cane who stared blankly back at me. I opened my mouth to say something else but then the bell rung.
He quickly walked towards the door and I followed. My father's motivations and involvement in my life still pressed in the back of my mind but this kid was also important. I have this weird feeling that I have met him before but it isn't really a good feeling. And I just can't recall a memory.
We sat as the teacher began talking about second impact. The question about my piloting was still on the screen. I ignored it. I was so angry before that I did not realize just how weird that conversation had become. He went from asking me normal questions to going into things about my father. Things that I never really thought about. My eyes flickered over to him.
"What is he?"
"Friend and Foe"
"He can't be both"
"But he is. He is friend now and foe later"
"I- I don't like this. I will not be friends with him. This is my life and I can at least choose my friends"
"As you have already learned. Your body is not yours alone anymore"
"Yes you share it with us. And you are needed"
"What? It is my body. I'm sorry you died but you cannot control my body"
"Oh really? You forget that this is my body too"
"And you forget that you are needed. We had a deal"
I felt a small pin prick of heat in my heat that started to expand. The pencils became louder. The erasers began scratching like chalk on the board. The typing at computers began to sound like dinging bells. And instead of my suspicions with this boy my mind became flooded with anger and wrath. Thoughts that did nothing but arouse my anger and despair and then of course the voices came again.
"You will help us"
"This is your parents fault!"
"I want revenge"
"We want them dead"
"No we want him dead"
"This is their fault and thus this is your fault"
"Kill him"
"I want revenge"
"I need revenge"
"Kill him"
"Kill her"
"Kill them all!
"Okay", I answered. My head was reeling and I felt nauseas. I had to put my head on the table. I felt so cold and sad.
"Okay I understand. Just be quiet a little",
"NO! You are not convinced! 15 years ago we were killed. Our souls stripped away from wars, famine and that giant of light. And ALL of it was because of man. And even through all the despair they still want to play God. They still want to kill more. We have to stop it. YOU have to stop it"
"Yes…okay I'll stop it…just calm down"
"Calm down. We will not calm down! Your mind has been wiped clear but it will return soon. And then you will remember your hatred. THEN you will remember your wrath! But as of now you we will deal with this because we have you going insane now can we!"
"You will fight!"
"Okay…okay I will fight"
"You will never let it happen again"
"Okay fine. It won't happen again"
"You will find out soon and you will come back to us"
"And you will come back to me too"
And just like that it was quiet. I felt myself panting. That was so…horrible. It was like the small amount of happiness and hope was replaced with sorrow and anger. It was their sorrow and anger. They wanted justice for their lives and they wanted the people responsible to pay. They wanted vengeance. They wanted death.
But I wasn't ready to kill anyone. I didn't want to kill anyone. Not even…my father. I hated him but I don't really want him to die. I actually want him too…
No…no….that desire…for love was squashed long ago. He does not love me. He never will. He does not care about me and that he was the one to kill mother, not me. He does not deserve my forgiveness only my hate.
It still stands just like it had before. I am still alone.
The bell rung and I trudged out of the classroom. I was tired of their faces. Their peering eyes and curious smiles had turned to sneers and dirty glares due to my refusal to answer that stupid question. Why do they care anyway?
"Hey Shinji! Wait up", I heard a familiar voice. I kept walking. I didn't want to talk at the moment. I felt another harsh hand on my shoulder right at the same spot. I winced in pain.
"What?!" I yelled at him. He seemed unfazed.
"Funny enough we pass my house while walking to Nerve", he stated in a chipper tone. "So I can walk with you".
I really didn't want another repeat of today so I began to stop and attempted to turn on a different street.
As soon as I turned I felt a tug that was deep. Almost as if it touched my very being; my soul. My legs were made of lead. And a chill swept through my body. My body rigidly turned towards the original path. And my legs moved on their own accord.
"We will force you if we have to"
"It is for your own good"
If I had control over my body I would have had a full blown panic attack. I was walking without my own permission with this kid who I hated. What does this kid have to do with me and with them? Is he an angel or something and just in human form? I try to calm down and follow him along the quiet sidewalk. The more I resolve to walk with him the more I gain power over my own body. And the more curious I become of him.
"Here it is", he stops at a large home. His father must be quite wealthy since the east has rarely been as gracious with space at the west.
"Gosh it's hot. You want to come inside for some water", he said while fanning his self.
I had barely felt the heat but of course upon recognition I felt the sweltering rays. I nodded. Maybe he could actually give me more information about my memories since he seems so important to them.
He allowed me inside. On the inside the house was bare. Only the necessities remained. No pictures or paintings, rugs, vases, flowers, television. I didn't even really see much in the kitchen.
While looking around the light that was once pouring into the living room suddenly faded away.
I felt another cold chill down my spine. They forced me here, my curiosity forced me here but I really had a bad feeling.
I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck and the world went black.
Out of POV
Cane Midori watched Shinji fall to the ground in the darkness with a sly smirk on his face.
"Stupid, pathetic humans…you always fall", a red spark cackled and swam along his body until an exact version of Shinji Ikari remained.
"With that one conversation I have realized your emotions, your demeanor even how you walk. We can't let that stupid doctor know anything special about you can we like your ability to regenerate".
He took Shinji's belongings and walked outside the house.
"Well Shinji your wounds are healing but a tad bit slower than I wanted them too", Ritsuko said with a tone of disappointment.
"Oh…sorry", the boy said with a depressed look.
"It's not your fault. Some people just heal slower than others", she touched his bare shoulder in an effort of comfort and he shivered. She shirked back but didn't see his smirk. "She has so much jealousy. Wonder how fast she'll break", the boy thought.
"Oh right these scars", she jotted down something in her book. "How did you get these scars Shinji".
"Oh just around"
"What does that mean? You seemed to have had a relatively safe life with your teacher"
"Really? And where did you get that information"
"I am merely quoting from your father"
"So you don't really know what happened"
"Well, what happened Shinji", she sounded both annoyed and worried.
"How close are you to my father? Do you know him very well?" the boy changed the subject so abruptly that Ritsuko stuttered a response.
"I am merely Chief of Project E. That means I have a close professional relationship with your father", she stated slightly taken back.
"Really? You guys seem closer than just professional but then again so does my father and the first child", the boy kept his head bowed "He's seems to interact more with the first child…"
"That's enough! My relationship with your father is perfectly professional despite whatever rumors you have heard are wrong", she seethed. She almost wanted to stab you pen in the boy's back that was presently facing her.
"But you didn't say anything about Rei"
"Shinji Ikari! We are done now. You may leave", he hopped off the bed and quickly put on his shirt.
"Thanks for the check-up", he flicked his eyes back to her angry ones "See ya around", and with that he walked out.
Ritsuko was angry and stunned. The way Misato talked about him he seemed normal; like any teenage boy trying to play like a man but she never really thought he could be capable of such…there wasn't even a word for it. He was abnormal and he seemed to know more information than he let on.
"Gendo kept no surveillance over his son so could he be…is there a possibility that he might be an enemy?" she mumbled out loud.
She walked out quickly intent on telling Gendo about his son's strange behavior and weird scars.
The boy strolled out of Nerv as easily as he entered. "Humans and their pathetic emotions and their pathetic loneliness…(chuckle)…they will forever be nothing but waste of space. She is so lucky she is a part of the plan".
"Now that I have that ball rolling I know it won't be long before we can finally wake up the brat and stop Seele, Nerv and whatever other impudent little piece of nothing that stands in our way. But first we need the brat. He is the one that will keep this part of the world under control since it's so active while we keep the other continents under our thumb", the sun began to drift over to the west leaving the sky a lovely pink and orangish hue.
"Don't worry father. Just give me a little more time and everything will be going smoothly soon enough", the boy walked back to the house and noticed Shinji still knocked out cold on the floor.
Well that is another end to the chapter. Next we will see how the Gendo/Ritsuko conversation will play out. And we will also see how Shinji reacts with actually not going to see Dr. Akagi. I think I'm going to stop adding the Deadman wonderland info. It will be explained why it was added later and I think I'll just keep Raven/Leon as the character from that arc. It would be cool if some of you could figure out who Cane Midori might be…
And for those of you providing suggestions I'm not ignoring them they just wouldn't really fit with the story right now but they'll be added in later. Like how Shinji will snap at Misato or Ritsuko…especially after what happened…
Any way PLEASE REVIEW!