Creation began on 11-28-22
Creation ended on 11-28-22
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Evangelion: Configurations
A/N: It isn't sensation that drives one to pursue a desire. It is the reason behind their desire.
Laudarant
He didn't feel loved at all. Not by his father, not by his aunt and uncle, nobody. It was his ninth birthday, and what gift did he receive? A chore from his uncle to clean out the attic!
Shinji Ikari felt like the world hated him, and he didn't know why.
Crash! The box he was trying to move off a shelf fell on him and he fell to the floor.
"Aah…" He groaned.
"You better not have broke anything up there, boy!" He heard his aunt yell to him, and he looked at his left hand, seeing a small cut on his pinky.
He gets a small cut…and the only concern there was to be heard was the fear that he broke something. Not how he wanted to spend his birthday. Or his eighth birthday. Or his seventh.
There was simply no feeling of being loved by anyone around him. Not even a friend; his very relation to his father carried a stigma that he couldn't understand. Why did he feel so cut off from people? All he wanted…was for someone, anyone, to love him. Was it too much to desire such a small thing?
"What would you ask of us?" He heard a female voice speak as he picked up something from the fallen box; it looked like some sort of diamond made of intricate metal. "Lament, Lore, Laudarant, Liminal, Lazarus, Leviathan. What would you ask of us?"
He looked away from it…and saw…someone that hadn't been there a moment ago. They looked…like a woman of sorts, based on their face, but he couldn't say for certain due to their appearance. There was…pins all over the face, and they were wearing a strange outfit the likes of which he had never seen. It looked like it was made of…their own body.
"Who…who are you?" He asked them.
"An explorer in the further regions of experience," they said to him. "Of sensation's rim. Our gifts are without boundaries, holder of the Leviathan Configuration."
"The what?"
"What you hold in your hands (Shinji looked at the object in his hands). What do you want?"
"I… I want to be loved, please?"
"Love?"
"I have never felt loved. By anyone. It's my birthday…and nobody has ever told me that they loved me. I don't want to feel that way, anymore. Please, can you make it so that I am loved, so that people…will love me? Please?"
The pinhead person looked at him and wondered why, despite their inflexibility, their indifference towards everyone that ever held the box, did he seem to have such a measure of suffering that seemed…unusual for such a young soul.
His blood, they thought, his pain…is not for us to claim. And yet, he holds the box. He desires to be loved, believing that he has never felt loved by anyone. That is his purest wish.
The pinhead person approached him, knelt down to meet his gaze, and put their left index and middle fingers under his chin.
"For your efforts," they told him, "we offer you…the Laudarant Configuration."
Shinji smiled; he wasn't sure, but he felt that all he had to do was tell this person what he wanted, and he would receive his wish. All he wanted was to be loved by people. It didn't seem like it was too much to ask if it was all he longed for.
Such sights will be shown…
A/N: This is but a taste of what will come. Greater delights await those on this road. They wish to see them proceed…and succeed. Whose blood and pain will be left to enjoy? And what awaits Shinji as he receives his desire?