Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Stop Me Now ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“Why, Dad? Why are you sending me away again?” a tearful boy asked.

Gendo Ikari towered over his eleven year old son. “Because you lack control, you are weak and worthless.”

“C-control?” Shinji asked, trying to keep the tears from flowing.

“Yes. If you cannot even control your tears, what possible use could you be to me?” Gendo sneered. `It's for the best, I can't raise a child and oversee NERV,' he told himself.

Gendo turned and left the now bawling child to his own devices, inwardly he hoped that he was making the right decision by leaving his son in the care of another.

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Don't Stop Me Now

By Lord Raa

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Disclaim-me-do: This is the spin-off from the “Lord Shinji” omake from “Sausages, It was a Tuesday”.

This story will contain elements that are unsuitable for young people and those that fail to see the entertainment value of sexual deviancy. Do not continue past this point if a mundane concept such as bondage offends you or if you will get into trouble for reading about it in your part of the world.

It is not meant to be taken seriously, and will contain many ideas that I may have ripped off from other authors.

Thank you for taking the time to read this notice.

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Part one of N

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Shinji stood at the deserted train station pondering what it exactly was that his absentee father wanted him for. He checked his watch and frowned. “I thought that someone was coming to pick me up.”

Having tried and failed to contact someone at NERV using a payphone, he was becoming annoyed with what he saw as a practical joke. He turned to walk away, but the earth shook with a violent tremor. Looking up the young man saw a monster striding past him as it shooed away attack VTOLs as if they were nothing more than bothersome insects.

A loud explosion made him turn his head away in time to see a blue car speeding towards him.

The passenger door opened and a purple haired woman told him to get in.

“Who are you?” Shinji demanded.

“I'm Misato Katsuragi,” the driver introduced herself. “Now get in before we get killed.”

Another explosion helped the woman prove her point.

Shinji scrambled into the car. “Drive!”

“You're not very friendly,” Misato teased.

“Yeah, well this doesn't seem like the right place to be friendly. Get us out of danger, and I'll be as friendly as you want me to be,” Shinji said coldly.

“Yes, sir,” Misato mock saluted.

`This could be fun,' Shinji thought as the car hurtled off down the road. His mind wandered to the picture he'd been sent. `She's hot, I wonder if I can get some action…'

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Having managed to get to the Geo-Front entrance in one piece, Misato grumbled as she waited for the transport.

Shinji rolled his eyes as he wondered what it was that his deadbeat dad wanted him for. “Probably to say something belittling,” he muttered with a knowing smile.

“What's so funny?” Misato asked when she saw the look on the young man's face.

“A private joke,” Shinji dismissed the question with a wave. “So what's my old man up to these days?”

“You don't know?” the purple haired woman asked surprised with the lack of interest in something she saw as a noble endeavour.

“He abandoned me years ago,” Shinji replied dryly, “what makes you think I give two tugs of a dead dog's cock about him?”

Not knowing how to respond, Misato handed the boy a booklet. “This is what we do here, Shinji.”

Flicking through the document, Shinji took in some of the information. “Meh.”

“'Meh'? Is that all you can say about being part of the organisation that's here to save the world?” the captain asked, getting in Shinji's face.

“Meh,” Shinji repeated with a bored expression on his face.

Misato's left eye started to twitch as the transport car pulled up to them. When she turned away to drive her car on the express, Shinji allowed himself a tiny smile.

`She's going to be fun to mess with.'

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Misato led the newest visitor to NERV headquarters in the direction she thought they needed to go in. Unfortunately, the Captain was still new to the facility and many corridors were virtually identical.

“You don't know where to go, do you?” Shinji asked in a tired voice.

For a moment, Misato ground her teeth in frustration. Swallowing her pride, she reached for the phone to call Dr. Akagi when the door to the lift opened.

“What the hell are you playing at Misato?” the blonde demanded. “We don't have time for this!”

Misato laughed awkwardly before introducing Shinji to her friend.

“So this is the Third Child,” Ritsuko appraised the messy haired boy in front of her.

Shinji looked up. `Not bad, not bad at all,' he noted as he took in the sight of the wetsuit under the labcoat.

“Yeah, he doesn't seem too friendly,” Misato said, getting in a subtle dig.

“Oh?” Ritsuko asked as she led them to where Unit-01 was being stored.

“Meh,” Shinji shrugged. “I'm bored. I thought that a trip to Tokyo-3 would be fun.”

Misato faced the blue-eyed boy. “Fun? Is that all that matters to you?”

“No,” Shinji answered, deliberately keeping his response vague.

Ritsuko smiled when she saw Misato's eye started to twitch.

“So then, what are we here for?” Shinji asked as he was led by the two women.

“This,” Ritsuko announced as the lights were turned on. “It is the artificial life form, Evangelion.”

“Ooh, purple,” Shinji said in mock awe.

Now it was Ritsuko's turn to start twitching.

Gendo appeared on a walkway. “So you are here at last.”

Shinji looked up at his absentee parent. “And what do you want?”

“You will pilot Unit-01.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

A series of loud crashes and tremors alerted those present to the fact that the Angel was now aware of their location.

“We are under attack. If you don't pilot Unit-01, we will all die,” Ritsuko explained, hoping to get the apathetic boy to do something useful.

“And?”

“What do you mean `and'?” Ritsuko demanded. “You can't be serious!”

“What do you mean by Shinji should pilot it? It took Rei months to synchronise with her Eva,” Misato shouted to the bearded man on the catwalk.

“All he has to do is sit in it.”

“I still don't see why I should bother,” Shinji said, his apathy sounding as loud as the Angel attack above them.

“I see. If you will not pilot, then you are of no use to me. Fuyutsuki, bring out Rei.”

“Rei? But can she pilot in her condition?” asked the older man.

“She's not dead yet,” Gendo reminded his former sensei.

A few moments later and Rei was wheeled out on a gurney. Shinji looked at her and saw that she was in a bad way: her right eye and right hand were bandaged up.

“Damn shame,” the indifferent young man commented. “Oh well, if this is your pilot, then you're screwed.”

“Please, Shinji,” Ritsuko pled, “you've got to help us.”

“I don't see why I should help out the old bastard. He never did anything for me,” Shinji reminded his father.

Gendo's expression remained unchanged.

A thought occurred to Misato. “Shinji, you said that you thought that coming to Tokyo-3 would be fun, I think it would be if you piloted a giant robot.”

“That's a valid point,” Shinji conceded. “And chicks do dig pilots with battle scars. I'll do it, for now.”

Misato and Ritsuko both sighed in relief.

“This way, Shinji,” Ritsuko led the new pilot to the entry plug.

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Shinji sat in the cockpit waiting for instructions on how to pilot this cool looking toy, when he felt something damp on his legs.

“What the bloody hell?” he shouted into the radio. “Abort, we've sprung a leak!”

“¬No, that's just the LCL. It'll directly oxygenate your blood,¬” Ritsuko explained.

“Can you do something about the blood smell? It's really off putting, you know,” Shinji drawled over the communication system.

“¬I'll look into it,¬” Ritsuko lied. “¬Just breathe normally.¬”

Shinji acquiesced, but the technical staff could see that he was not happy about the situation when they observed him through the monitoring system.

“Now what do I do?” Shinji asked, his tone becoming indifferent.

“¬Standby.¬”

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Gendo stood up and exited the command centre. “Prepare to launch. I'll leave you to oversee the operation, Fuyutsuki.”

`He can't even be here to watch his only child fight an Angel,' the older man thought as he shook his head sadly.

“Sir,” Aoba interrupted the man's rumination.

“What is it?”

“The Angel is advancing on our position, ETA 4.2 Minutes.”

“Launch Unit-01!”

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Shinji found himself smiling genuinely for the first time he arrived in Tokyo-3 as he was shuttled to the surface via the extensive network of tunnels.

“This is fun,” he said into the comm. system, surprising the bridge crew.

“Sempai?” a confused Maya asked the blonde in the labcoat.

“Don't ask, Maya-kun,” Ritsuko replied with a shrug.

“It seems that the Commander's son has a few personality quirks,” Fuyutsuki mused aloud. “How is his sync ratio?”

“55 percent,” Maya answered.

“On his first time in Unit-01? That's incredible,” Misato was suitably impressed.

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Shinji was jolted in his seat as Unit-01 came to a complete stop on the streets of Tokyo-3. “Oh, that's an interesting sensation.”

He scanned the streets and saw the monstrous creature in front of him.

“Damn, that's big. Ok folks, what weapons has this thing got?”

“¬You have a Progressive Knife,¬” Ritsuko informed over the radio, “¬use that to engage the Angel in close quarters.¬”

“You have got to be shitting me,” Shinji deadpanned. “You want me to attack that thing in a fist fight? Fuck Off. I'm going home.”

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In the NERV control room, Misato turned to her old friend. “He does have a point, you know.”

“He's blowing it all out of proportion,” Ritsuko insisted. “He does have other tools at his disposal.”

“Like what?” Misato asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“The AT Field.”

“And does he know how to use said AT Field?”

“Well, no,” Ritsuko admitted. “But that's because he's not been trained to pilot Unit-01.”

“¬Oi,¬” Shinji interrupted over the radio. “¬I can hear you. How do I use this ATM Field?¬”

“AT Field,” Ritsuko corrected. “Just concentrate on walking.”

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“`Just concentrate on walking', she says,” Shinji muttered angrily. “Fine, but I'm not paying for any damages.”

Shinji willed the purple behemoth to slowly walk forward. It took a tentative step, the shifting weight making the ground shake.

When Unit-01 didn't plant its face on the tarmac, he smiled. “Let's see what this thing can do.”

Shinji advanced on the Angel, the pace was still slow, but the posture was becoming more and more determined. It screamed “you're going down!” to those that witnessed it.

Especially when he pulled out the Progressive Knife. Testing it on a nearby building, Shinji was impressed by the way it cleanly sliced through the concrete.

“This could prove interesting after all.”

The long limbed monster charged Shinji's position, catching the young man off-guard. Unit-01 was thrown back into a skyscraper, the impact knocking wind out of Shinji's lungs. It also caused the surly Ikari drop the knife.

The Angel continued its assault on the Evangelion when it picked up the slumping mech and started to impact the brain case with an energy lance.

Shinji screamed in agony as he experienced a sensation that he would later describe as a pickaxe trying to force its way into his brainpan.

Before Sachiel could strike the head again, Shinji kicked out and struck the angel squarely in the chest.

Unit-01 landed 30 metres back down the street. Shinji willed the purple giant to stand up when he saw that he was near the Progressive Knife. He picked it up and hurled it at the slumped monstrosity.

“HAVE IT!” Shinji shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that the weapon would hit its target.

He was disheartened when he saw the knife bounce of what looked like an orange forcefield.

“Anyone got any good ideas?” he sarcastically asked his support team.

Before anyone could respond, Shinji was back under attack. Sachiel was again trying to crack open the head of Unit-01 like it was the world's largest walnut.

Shinji's next scream was a combination of pain and frustration. He focused his thoughts and willed the giant's right hand to punch through this forcefield and pierce the red sphere that was only now revealed to him.

After a few seconds, the Angel dropped Unit-01 to the ground, like a toy whose batteries had just run out.

Shinji took deep breaths for several to calm himself down. After a while, the sound of blood pumping in his ears subsided enough that he could hear Misato's voice on the radio.

“¬Shinji?¬”

“I'm here,” the pilot snapped.

“¬Are you alright, Shinji?¬”

“You said that this was supposed to be fun,” Shinji reminded the Tactical Operations Officer. “I may have to have a chat with someone.”

“¬We weren't expecting the battle to end like this,¬” Misato apologised.

“Whatever, just get me out of here, I need a piss.”

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An hour and a half later, Shinji sat in a room with Misato, Ritsuko and Fuyutsuki debriefing him on his sortie.

“That went well,” the purple haired woman smiled at Shinji.

“Yes,” Ritsuko agreed, hoping to use positive reinforcement with the pilot. “But we need to train you to raise your sync ratio for future missions.”

“You assume that I'll pilot it again,” Shinji casually mentioned.

Ritsuko frowned. “But don't you want to save the world?”

“Why would I want to go through that again?” Shinji asked.

“But you have to help us, or humanity is finished,” Misato insisted.

“I don't think I could ever love anyone enough to go through that shit again,” Shinji scoffed. He stood to leave. “If you ever need a giant robot piloting, call someone else.”

“Wait, Shinji,” the grey haired man called out. “What would it take to keep you here as a pilot?”

Shinji paused. `At last they start negotiating.' “I'm listening.”

“We'll pay you, handsomely of course.”

“Keep going,” Shinji gestured with his hand.

“You'll get that warm fuzzy feeling that you only get from saving the people of the world,” Misato added.

“Screw those jerks.”

The NERV staff frowned.

“Are you doing this to spite your father?” Ritsuko asked, reaching out to Shinji.

“That might be part of my reasoning. Another part is it's a fucking nightmare in that cockpit. You do know that I feel pain when that hunk of junk takes damage, don't you?”

“Yes,” Fuyutsuki nodded. “It's the only way we can get it to respond quickly enough to use it in combat.”

“And you also neglected to mention that fact before I got in,” Shinji pointed angrily at the two women.

“But we need your help, Shinji,” Misato pouted cutely at the surly young man. “Is there anything I can do to convince you to pilot Eva again?”

“Well, now that you mention it,” Shinji grinned evilly. “How much were you thinking of when you said I'd be paid `handsomely'? Taking home 250,000 yen a week?”

Misato's eyes bulged out. “That's what I take home a month!”

“Yeah, but your job doesn't entail being smacked around by monsters the size of buildings and you can be replaced,” Shinji smirked. “And I want a red sports car.”

“But you can't drive, you're only 14,” Ritsuko reminded the pilot.

“Oh, I can pilot a death machine that's part of a trillion dollar defence programme, but I can't drive a convertible? That makes plenty of sense,” Shinji mocked before continuing with the terms of his employment. “I want a three bedroom apartment and a cute PA to organise all my appointments. I get to skip school whenever I feel like it. I want to know everything about these `Angels' since it's my ass on the line. I don't deal with the bearded asshole. And I don't do PR bullshit.”

“We'll have to look into these requests,” Fuyutsuki said. He wasn't expecting them to be so unreasonable. “Why don't you get something to eat in the cafeteria while I discuss them with the Commander?”

“I'll expect to see someone there in half an hour, either to give me the good news or to help me find my way out of this place,” Shinji said as he turned to leave.

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Gendo sat in his office as he digested his son's demands as relayed to him by his subordinate.

“Knowledge of the Angels must be tightly controlled, Sensei. Give him the basics -height, weight and armament of this one. Tell him that since it's not much, he may sit in on the planning sessions instead. The others can be delayed until Rei is well enough to pilot and the Second Child arrives with Unit-02, then we can discipline the Third Child. In the mean time, have him sort something out for his accommodation, I really don't care where he stays.”

“I'll let him know,” Fuyutsuki nodded.

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Misato stood drinking coffee and discussing Shinji with her old friend, Ritsuko.

“What is with that attitude of his?” the purple haired woman asked with an angry tone.

“Shinji? Well, he was abandoned by his father,” Ritsuko explained. “You've got to expect some level of emotional dysfunction.”

“Emotional dysfunction?” Misato repeated in disbelief. “Is that what you call a mix of apathy and arrogance?”

“That's pretty much the norm for teenagers, Misato,” Ritsuko sighed. “And his sync ratio was 55 percent. Rei's isn't that high yet. As much of a pain in the ass as he is, we need him.”

“That doesn't mean I have to like him,” Misato reminded the blonde before draining her mug.

“True. But don't you think that he might be cute in a few years?” Ritsuko teased.

“Assuming that he develops some charm.”

“I hardly think that you're a good judge of character, Misato. Remind me again who your boyfriend was in college?”

Misato froze. “Oh shit, we've got a Kaji in the making.”

“What makes you say that?” asked Ritsuko. “Is there something you know about Shinji that I don't?”

“Look, Ritsuko, I know a womaniser when I see one.”

“I'll give you that, but you've got to admit, there's something about his confidence that's rather appealing,” Ritsuko smiled. “If he were closer our age, I might ask him out for a drink.”

“What are you like, Ritsuko?” Misato shook her head. “When was the last time you had sex?”

“Good sex? Or just someone to keep my bed warm?” Ritsuko rubbed the bridge of her nose sadly.

“Sorry, Ritsuko,” Misato winced when she realised she'd hit a sore spot. “If it makes you feel any better, I've not had anything good for a while, either.”

“Actually, it does,” Ritsuko smiled. “Here's the Sub-Commander, let's see what he's got to say about Shinji.”

“The Commander has decided to agree to the Third child's demands. Captain Katsuragi, would you please inform him, Dr. Akagi, I would like a word in private.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ritsuko led the older man to a secluded part of the break room.

“Sir?”

“Revealing everything we know about the Angels is out of the question. However, since we still need him, Shinji will sit in on all briefings and planning sessions that will have a direct bearing on him,” Fuyutsuki relayed Gendo's orders.

“What about his demands for a car and apartment?”

“Unfortunately, I fear that there may be unavoidable delays for those,” the grey haired man winked.

“I see, sir. Well, I had better make sure that Misato isn't trying to kill Shinji.”

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Shinji sat in the NERV cafeteria as he watched the purple haired captain walk towards him. He was reminded of one of his teachers during his stay in Neo-Osaka.

“I wonder what Uncle Happi would say about her,” the pilot said to himself.

“Who's Uncle Happi?” Misato asked, curious as to what made Shinji the way he was.

“He was the person who taught me a great many things,” Shinji smiled fondly. “So what did the old bastard say about my conditions?”

“He agreed to them,” Misato answered. “Why don't you try to get along better with your father?”

“Because he abandoned me, twice. The first time was when my mother had just died,” Shinji explained. “I was four at the time.”

“Ah.”

“Don't worry about it,” Shinji waved dismissively. “Anyway, I'm pretty sure that we got off on the wrong foot. Awkward circumstances and all that. So I would like to apologise for being rude to you earlier.”

“Turning on the charm already?” Misato teased.

“Well, yeah. No sense in upsetting such an important person,” Shinji smiled suavely.

Misato rolled her eyes at the blatant come-on. She was saved from having to say something to Shinji by the arrival of Ritsuko and Fuyutsuki.

“Shinji, we've agreed to your terms,” the grey haired man said as he stopped two metres from the pilot.

“Good. Now where am I staying?” Shinji asked as he stood up.

“About that,” Fuyutsuki interrupted. “We will need to look at suitable properties for you, so for the interim, we have arranged for you to stay here at the NERV barracks.”

“I'd rather not stay in what looks like a prison. Any other options?”

“We do need to keep you safe and contactable at anytime, so how about you move in with a NERV employee,” the old man offered.

“Hmm, ok,” Shinji nodded. “I suppose that since this thing came out of the blue, you never know when the next is going to turn up. So who am I bunking with?”

“I just moved here myself, so I can't help you,” Misato answered quickly in an attempt to not have to deal with the arrogant boy outside of NERV.

“I see,” Fuyutsuki nodded, “Well then, you could move in with me.”

“Don't you think that your neighbours will be a little suspicious if you bring home a 14 year old boy as part of your job?” Shinji's refusal could have been worded better.

The bottle-blonde stared at Shinji, shocked at the pilot's gall. “I suppose that since it's only a temporary thing, I could put you up.”

“Thanks for volunteering, Ritsuko,” Misato smiled brightly.

“Yes,” Ritsuko drawled, “I suppose that it would best if you didn't live in the bombsite that Misato calls an apartment.”

Misato's lovely face twitched at the barb. “Ritsuko, I do hope that your cats have been cured of their incontinence. What was the cause, your heavy smoking?”

The scientist glared daggers at her friend.

Shinji just found the whole scene amusing until he yawned. “Shall we set off? I have had a long day, you know.”

“Yes, let's go, Shinji,” Ritsuko said as she ushered the pilot out of the cafeteria.

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The drive to Ritsuko's apartment was a surprisingly quiet one, but that was because of the fact that Shinji had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Parking neatly in her assigned spot, the blonde gently shook the pilot awake.

“Shinji, wake up, we're at my place.”

“Hmm?” Shinji grunted as he rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, I dozed off there. I guess that your driving just isn't the rollercoaster that Misato's is.”

Ritsuko smiled. “Come, let's get you inside.”

After a short walk, Shinji was led to Ritsuko's apartment. When the scientist opened the door, Shinji was able to look inside. There was a definite feline motif to the blonde's décor, though the place didn't smell.

“Welcome,” the blonde smiled at Shinji.

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To be continued…

Well, this chapter that was pre-read by Chi Vayne probably was a bit of a let down for those of you that were expecting a veritable orgy of sexual deviancy.

That's a damn shame.

I'm not looking to put NC-17/ X rated content in this story, if only because it would cheapen it.

Ha ha, fooled you. Nothing could cheapen this story any further.

I'm sure that you many of you have questions about all sorts of things. I may have some answers for you soon, I might not. It's all up to the whims of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. May you all be touched by His Noodly Appendage.

Next time, Shinji continues to annoy people. And maybe starts to become the person you started reading this crap for.

Or, of course, I could write something else.

Until laterer comes.