Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven and Hell ❯ The Lives of Others ( Chapter 5 )

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Revelations 0:5 - The Lives of Others
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Heaven and Hell written by Jino Turtlegod

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Revelations 0:5 - The Lives of Others

Female Pilot's Locker Room

Juno stood under the stream of hot water that came from the showerhead, feeling relief as the LCL was washed from her body. With a sense of hesitation she turned off the shower and the relaxing stream ended. The pilot ran her fingers through her short red hair as the water ran off her body.

She grinned to herself. Showers always made her feel better.

Her head snapped up as she heard something that made the hairs on her nape stand on end. It was a moan full of despair. She whirled around and hastily wrapped her towel around her body. She pressed her back to the stall's wall, one hand went for the door lock while the other kept her towel steady. She listened intently. With a frown she flipped the lock open and dashed out of the stall towards the bench in the middle of the room where her backpack lay. She knelt on the wet floor as she rummaged in her bag. She gave a grunt of relief as her hand touched her contingency plan. She slung her bag on her shoulders as she loaded her gun.

`No bastard's gonna get the fucking drop on this girl...'

000

EVA Cooling Pool
Viability Evaluation: Evangelion Unit 01

Colonel Misato Katsuragi yawned, setting off a series of yawns from the technicians and control officers gathered in the small control room. Dr. Ibuki glared at her while Col. Hyuga smiled sympathetically since if Misato hadn't yawned first, he would have done it for her.

"Sorry." Misato said in a tired voice. `God, I don't think I can go to a bar tonight.' she thought. They had been working for several hours since the final traces of Bakelite had been removed from Unit 01, making sure it was serviceable. She tried to hide the fact that she was deeply afraid of the thing they were keeping in Terminal Dogma. It had moved even though Ritsuko had reassured them it was technically dead before she left NERV.

`It was a fortunate coincidence that we had a facsimile of the Lance just when we needed it... yeah, right it was a coincidence...' She thought sarcastically as she frowned at the beast. Someone or everyone was lying to her again and that means she'll have to do some discrete information gathering once more. Misato cursed to herself, she really hated the cloak and dagger stuff. `Damn, and there's that stupid file in my office.'

Maya gazed at Unit 01's face. If Yuri's statement was right, then they have nothing to fear, since it meant that Unit 01 was still capable of activation. It didn't bother her that Unit 01 activated by itself since that had already been an established occurrence, she was more worried that Adam was apparently in possession of a Soul. But then again the thing wasn't really Adam, and she knew exactly where its true Soul was hidden.

Makoto watched detachedly as the technicians checked out Unit 01 and made minor repairs. Unit 01, part of the final key. His conscience warred within and he wondered what made him any different than Ikari and SEELE in relying on man made gods for salvation. `One must be ready to sacrifice all for one's beliefs...' he quoted from somewhere with a wry grin. Makoto wondered what he believed in anymore.

000

Juno could now clearly hear the sound of someone crying. It came from the locker area. She took a quick glance around the corner of the door and retreated to the shower room. She processed what she saw and it didn't look good.

Yuri's plugsuit lay on the floor with drops of blood trailing away from it. The girl herself was not visible, possibly hidden by the lockers. She remembered that Yuri had been last on line for debriefing and probably came into the locker room an hour after she did.

Taking a deep breath, Juno rushed towards the row of lockers from behind which the moans had come from.

"FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER!!" she cried out as she leveled her gun at the space between the lockers, the towel fell to her feet.

Yuri looked up from where she sat on the bench, bloody tissue littered the floor around her. She gave a quirky smile at the image of the naked girl who wore a backpack. She would have laughed but the older girl had serious look on her face and a gun in her hands. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes but only managed to smear blood on her face.

Juno looked around and finally deduced that the girl had not been attacked. Yuri was naked but didn't look hurt, only confused and scared. With the bloody tissue on the floor and the girl's age... `Oh.' was the appropriate thought. She bent down, took her towel, and re-wrapped it around her. She returned her gun to her bag and rummaged in it.

"Here," Juno smiled sympathetically as she handed Yuri a small package. "It should handle it until we can get you your own supply."

Yuri accepted the package with a blush. Then more hesitantly she asked the necessary question: "How do you use it?"

Juno smiled once more in a warm, sisterly fashion.

000

Combined Operations Command

There was an air of tension in the control theater as Santiago had placed the whole base on Second Level alert. This meant that access to the base had been restricted and everyone rated for weapons carried them. The pilots on standby duty were moved from the lounge to the control center where there were a lot of people to watch over them. This also made sense since the hangars were closer by several dozen meters to the control center than the lounge.

The only effect this had on the pilots was to make them grumble that they didn't have a TV or a game console to pass the time since these would distract the control officers and technicians on duty. Thankfully, the pilots were adaptable and were making do with other things.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Allen punctuated each of Henri's moves. They were playing checkers and Allen was definitely not winning. Allen watched in despair as Henri took his last piece with a satisfied smile on his face.

Henri was about to console his friend when he stopped and looked pointedly at the command bridge, which towered behind Allen. Allen looked worriedly at Henri, afraid that his friend was suffering from another one of his attacks.

"What's the matter?" Allen asked, ready to call out to the medics just in case.

"The Commander was looking at us." Henri answered thoughtfully. Allen turned and looked at the command bridge. It was empty. Allen looked at Henri, an eyebrow raised.

"I swear. He was there," Henri replied defensively. "Funny though, he looked sad. Never saw him sad, you know. Brooding and grim, yes but never sad." Henri became thoughtful and Allen decided to let the matter slide as he set up the board again.

000

Shinji saw the Angel on the cross. Adam. The Angel of Death that brought about Second Impact. He willed his EVA closer, wading waist deep in the sea of LCL. His purpose clear as anger and despair broiled within him. Adam looked at him, each of the seven eyes showed pity. He could hear something splash in the LCL behind him. A screen came to life and Asuka shouted something at him, he drove all thoughts of her from his mind and focused on the crucified Angel. She was another reason to do this, he can't live to bear what he had done.

As he neared it, he saw a girl appear on the top of the cross, her short, blue hair blowing with the wind that entered from the ruined doors. She looked at his EVA, through it and directly at him. Her red eyes radiated sadness and-- Shinji bolted screaming to a sitting position as he escaped the nightmare.

Shinji breathed hard. He hated that nightmare. It reminded him of what he had almost done if it were not for Rei. He had left NERV because of his guilt and lived on the small farm he had asked Dr. Akagi to buy for him. He was content on living alone, away from everyone... away from pain.

He laid back on the bed and noticed that he was naked. A lightly tanned arm draped itself across his chest, and he looked over at the girl sleeping beside him. She was so beautiful, the way the moonlight flowed across her rosy cheeks and her slightly parted ruby lips. He smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her long golden red locks, then her closed eyes, then her red lips...

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled lovingly at him, drawing him closer into her arms. He took comfort in her reality, a forgiveness for the sins of the past.

He mumbled her name and ... Shinji woke up.

Shinji found himself confused and his back ached from sleeping on a chair. He hated waking up from a dream into another dream since it made him doubt what was real and what was not. But one thing he was sure of, he knew that the last dream was just a dream because it would never happen in real life. Asuka would never willingly do that with him. He shuddered at the memory of his sin, his palm rising to meet his face. He felt dirty for what he had done those years past, when a scared little boy went into a hospital room.

Shinji heard gentle giggling and he looked up. He saw Asuka and Rei sitting on the hospital bed; Asuka looked at him in amusement, while Rei's shy smile seemed to be tinged with concern. Shinji remembered his dream and pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, but then again, since piloting the EVA he had started having vivid dreams so he still was not sure that he was really awake.

"Poor, poor Shinji," Asuka said in amusement as she shook her head. "This is no dream. You..." Asuka paused then gave a flourish with her hands to indicate herself and Rei "are in the presence of goddesses."

000

"Ready?" Juno said as she walked into the observation deck with Yuri in her trail.

Allen looked up from another losing game of checkers at Juno, silently thanking her for rescuing him from another embarrassing defeat. He and Henri noticed Yuri behind their friend and looked at Juno questioningly.

"Did you know she lives in the same building we do?" Juno asked. The boys shook their heads in unison, both wondering why the English girl's keeping her words free from her usual profanity. "Her father's working the night shift in the Research Department and she's all alone, so we're taking her home for a while. Her father has already given her permission to sleep over with us for a couple of days." Allen and Henri nodded without question, but both wondering why Juno seemed to have taken to the younger girl.

Henri waved good-bye to his friends before taking out a book from a bag by his feet. He looked at the clock and noted that he had several hours until Hikari comes in to relieve him.

The three children: Juno, Allen, and Yuri took an elevator that will take them up to the train depot of the Geofront. From there they will take a vertical train that will take them to the surface, more than a kilometer above their heads.

The elevator stopped at an upper level and a sleepy looking woman in a red jacket and black dress uniform climbed aboard. Involuntarily, the children stiffened to attention. Misato had excused herself from the Viability Evaluation of Unit 01 and was on her way home after Dr. Ibuki suggested that the Colonel needed her sleep. Besides, she wasn't really required to be there--

"Good evening, Colonel Katsuragi!" The three pilots said in chorus, startling Misato awake.

"Heh, heh, please, call me Misato, everybody does," Misato said, laughing nervously as she waved at them to ease off on the military protocol. Misato didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the seriousness of the children. They seem to grow old so fast...

"Um, are you going home? I could drive you home if you want," Misato offered, not wanting to endure another lonely drive home.

The three children looked at each other before nodding.

000

Shinji was confused as he trailed behind Asuka. Since leaving Rei's hospital room they had been silent. Asuka just looked at him with that familiar self-assured arrogance which he had missed since the Thirteenth Angel attack. This was the Asuka he remembered, full of self-confidence and energy, not the sickly husk of a girl he left behind two years ago. The reason he was confused was because he had been expecting a chewing out from the fiery redhead (or even a beating), not her declaration that he still owed her a dinner. He couldn't remember making her a promise to treat her to dinner.

And thus Invincible Shinji Ikari found himself in the remaining part of the commercial district owing dinner to Asuka Langley Soryu, who some call the Red Devil, and trying to find a decent place to eat that didn't serve Japanese food. The Second Children had vehemently declared that she was sick of eating the same thing everyday for the last three years since arriving in Japan. And thus the two found themselves in downtown Tokyo-3.

Shinji soon noticed that everywhere he looked he saw people moving in couples. He looked some more and noticed the romantic dinner places and the hotels... the teenager blinked then decided to drag his head out of the gutter.

"Um, Asuka?"

"Yes?" She replied a little irritated that she couldn't find a restaurant that was worthy of having her as a diner.

"When did I owe you dinner?"

Shinji nearly had a heart attack when she suddenly whirled on him, ending nearly nose to nose to each other. "You should be honored to be treating out the Great Asuka Langley Soryu, Third Children! Now be quiet!"

Shinji just sighed as he felt his limited supply of self-confidence disintegrate. He could face down Angels, living alone with his personal monsters, getting death threats from psychos, and other nasty things but he can't seem to retort to this -- this... he sighed, best not to go there. Besides he owes her something more than dinner.

"How 'bout here? The taste of home and real food," Asuka announced gripping her hands with a dreamy look in her eyes as they stopped before a German restaurant.

Shinji took a look at the menu displayed outside the restaurant's front. He stifled the urge to shudder as he saw the prices they were charging. He really didn't have any financial problems but it would be awkward to explain to his guardian where he spent the money. Dr. Akagi had taken to ribbing him about finding a girlfriend. He gave a wry smile as he remembered that he ought to call her and tell her where he was.

He glanced at Asuka and saw that she was looking at him expectantly. He sighed, why was she looking at him for approval? He knew that no matter what he said, Asuka's mind was already made up. He just nodded his assent since it was what was required of him.

Asuka's bright smile surprised him.

They heard the roar of a powerful engine and they both turned around on reflex as a blue car soared at their direction, Asuka's hand unconsciously going for her handbag as she edged forward to shield Shinji. They both blinked as they recognized the blue car that zoomed past. The wheels on the left side left the road as the car took a ninety-degree turn at speeds that were illegal in the city. Then it was gone.

"Wasn't that Misato?" They asked in unison.

000

Misato felt exhilarated. She loved driving, hearing the roar of her car's engine and the wind blowing in her hair and she could hear the children screaming in excitement from the back seat. Misato laughed, she felt so free, unfettered by responsibility, like a bird flying.

The children were screaming ... but not out of excitement. Those who had taken a ride with Misato during one of her mood swings could describe her either as a 'racer wannabe' or 'psycho'.

Yuri had already nearly died twice, well, thrice if she included the last Angel attack. But this car ride with Misato had her scared the most. She screamed and covered her face with her hands as they nearly missed a truck, which honked angrily at them.

Juno had taken on nearly all of the scariest roller coasters in the world. As she screamed in terror, a part of her joked that Misato could hand out tickets and make a killing, the other part of her was scared out of her pants. She pulled her seatbelt tighter as she screamed a stream of profanity into the air.

Allen had once flown a fighter jet with his mother. He had loved the adrenaline rush then, the gravity pulling at his guts as they flew at supersonic speed. His wavy brown hair tossed about as he screamed in delight. Unlike the girls, he was enjoying himself.

As they rounded a corner, they saw a familiar red headed girl with a boy with dark hair. They zoomed past the pair.

"Wasn't that Asuka?" they chorused before screaming again as they turned a corner.

000

Makoto rubbed his shoulder, trying to relieve the tension. He looked at himself in the restroom mirror and sighed. He splashed some water on his face and looked again. He wondered what made Maya decide to marry him as he looked at his reflection. He looked miserable.

He thought of his wife, Dr. Maya Ibuki. She finally got her doctorate after publishing her thesis on Bio-genetics and Humanity, one of the most widely acclaimed works of the century. She had devoted the last two years since the Eighteenth Incident to two things, her paper and Rit-chan, their little daughter. Makoto sometimes thought that she married him just to have an anchor, so that she wouldn't drift away.

He still felt a sense of rejection whenever he thinks about Maya not changing her name. He knows that she wanted to be known as herself, not as the wife of NERV's most promising Branch Vice-Commanders. If she truly loved him, why didn't she accept his name? Was he just a substitute for someone else? Was she his substitute for someone else?

Makoto felt disgustingly depressed and he missed his little girl. At least he knew she really loved him.

000

Misato stepped into Juno's moderately large studio-type apartment. Juno, Allen and Henri had each been given individual quarters in the same building so that they wouldn't feel so lonely away from their families. Misato looked around Juno's place, which was quite clean and orderly.

`Juno knows how to keep house,' Misato thought, clearly impressed. She knew her housekeeping skills were abysmal and the Children would never let her near the cooking pots if they could help it.

Misato noticed that there was a lot of stuff around. Misato deduced that Juno had varied interests since there were a lot of things there; a football or what the Americans call a soccer ball, mountain climbing gear, books of classical fiction, weights, some unfinished paintings and a whole bunch of other things. It almost seemed as if several people lived in the apartment instead of one.

"Allen, where did you place the extra futon?" Juno asked as she prepared the sleeping mats.

"Oh, no thanks. I won't be staying for the night," Misato said as she looked at some pictures on the dresser. One was of a woman with a wavy brown hair who looked vaguely familiar. She picked it up and read the writing: "To my beloved son, I believe in you. Mom."

"Son?" Misato asked incredulously. She felt Yuri look over her shoulder.

"Who's the lady in the picture?" Yuri asked.

"She's my mom," Allen answered as he dropped some blankets and pillows on the floor. "Juno, just three, Misato said she won't stay for the night."

Misato froze and looked at Allen. He had changed into some shorts and a loose shirt, and had started brewing coffee, quite at home.

"Three?" Yuri asked as she went to the bathroom to change. "Is somebody else sleeping over?"

"Of course not," Juno "There's three of us, me, you and Allen. Henri's not here you know."

Misato dropped the picture, her jaw hanging loose. Yuri turned around to look at Juno, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"What?" Juno and Allen asked in unison.

000

Doctor Maya Ibuki frowned at the various banks of switches and lights that blanketed the walls and control stations. She knew each and everyone of them by heart from her days as a bridge bunny during the First Wave. She missed those days, when she felt so innocent and right. She couldn't remember exactly when everything became so muddled and her hands became dirty... and bloody.

The only things that made her feel better were her doctorate and her family. She figured that she owed Ritsuko and herself that much, to prove that even dolls can be human.

Her family - Makoto and Little Ritsuko. Maya felt guilty that Makoto's heartbreak became her happiness. She gave a wry grin as she remembered; she had been depressed since taking over Dr. Akagi's position and the Eighteenth Incident had brought her life crashing down around her. She felt sorry that the invading JSSDF army hadn't killed her and ended her suffering. During the early weeks of Unification, when she still hadn't been reassigned, she had tried to commit suicide.

She woke up in the hospital with Makoto by her side. He had felt depressed and had gone to visit her since he considered her a friend. He was shocked, to say the least, to find her door open and her crumpled, barely breathing form on the bathroom floor with an empty bottle of sleeping pills beside her.

She found out later that he had proposed to Misato and had been gently let down. At first they just continued their friendship that had begun early on in the war against the Angels but they soon found comfort in each other beyond mere friendship. They both needed comfort and security and found it in each other.

Three months after the end of the War of Unification, they got married in a small ceremony in the United States. Nine months later Rit-chan was born and Maya published her paper soon thereafter. Makoto's eventual promotion to Vice-commander several months after their marriage seemed a fitting reward for the hardships they had endured in the previous years.

And then the Angels returned.

"Won't we be ever rid of them?" Maya muttered under her breath with bitterness as she looked out the observation window. On the other side of the large armored glass window, the gigantic horned visage of Unit 01 was visible.

Lt. Miyuki Kata gave a sidelong glance at her mentor and superior, wondering what she meant.

000

Shinji and Asuka lingered over dessert. Shinji just drank tea, watching Asuka enjoy a banana split. During dinner, they had talked of the 'new' NERV, not wanting to touch on the old, painful subjects. Asuka did most of the talking while Shinji commented now and then. Now they were just content on companionable silence. Shinji remained silent because he didn't know what to say, and Asuka remained silent because she knew that pressing him would only result in his withdrawal.

Asuka daintily wiped her lips after finishing her dessert. She looked at Shinji who was staring out the reinforced glass window at the lake that dominated the heart of Tokyo-3. She was touched by the sadness that had crept into his eyes. He sipped his tea and noticed that she was looking at him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked uncomfortably, resting his glass on the table.

"Does something have to be wrong? You're still so negative, Shinji. I'll bet that you still say 'sorry' even if you did nothing wrong." Asuka teased as she looked into his blue eyes.

"Sorry." Shinji replied, turning his eyes away. Asuka just gazed at him in amusement and concern. His eyes bothered her by their lack of fire. She remembered the rare times that she had seen his eyes sparkle in joy. Those times had been few and far in between but they were there nonetheless. When he had been so alive outside of EVA.

Asuka took his hand from his glass and covered it with both of hers. She smiled as Shinji reddened. "Wimp."

000

Commander Santiago sat in his dark office behind his massive desk. It was a different room from that of his predecessor, since the original Commander's Office had been destroyed during the Eighteenth Incident. But it had the same spartan design; the only detail different was that the cabalistic rendering of the Tree of Life was no longer etched on the ceiling and the floor. NERV's purpose was no longer the same, therefore, a reminder of the old task was no longer necessary.

Commander Santiago was nursing a drink, a gun was on his desk. The General Committee for Security would be asking for him soon, but he still had some time to relax. The desk's built-in computer was on, its monitor displayed two pictures. One was an ID picture of a boy with long, wavy brown hair, cold black eyes and an indifferent expression. The other was of a woman who had the same wavy brown hair as the boy, she was smiling in joy at something as she looked at the camera.

" Alicia, he looks so much like you, " he muttered sadly.

000

"Hey, Kensuke, I'm going for a walk," Henri said while stretching his arms over his head. Kensuke snored in response. He waved at the control officer on duty to inform her that he was going out for a moment. Lt. Antoinette St. Croix looked up from the handbook she was reading and waved acknowledgement.

Henri walked down the long, darkened corridors, dimly aware of the surveillance cameras and laser turrets that guarded the sensitive areas of Central Dogma. Henri ignored them, focusing instead on knowing the less sensitive areas of the base. He knew that one day he might need to run through the complex for his life, it would at least be better if he knew where he was going.

Henri rode down on one of the escalators that ran through the large main shaft until he got to a point that he had never visited before. He looked at the long corridors to either side of him. The map located on a wall at the intersection showed that left would take him to the main shaft to Terminal Dogma. Henri remembered all the excitement that morning and didn't want to go back to that place without an EVA. He grimaced as he wondered what they were doing imprisoning an Angel like that...

He returned to the map. The right hand corridor however would bring him to the Special Development Labs.

Henri gave a grin, "I wonder what made it special?" he thought as he began wandering down the right corridor.

000

The four of them sat around the table. Yuri was still confused at the situation but also proud that she had been given a cup of coffee like an adult. Misato was still angry as she sipped her coffee, they were her pilots and were therefore her responsibility. She should have watched over them as she had watched over Rei and Asuka. Juno was amused at what she didn't consider a problem. Allen was slightly irritated at being treated like a child.

"This is unacceptable," Misato began. "To have three adolescents of mixed se- ... genders share a common room without adult supervision it's- it's ... unhealthy." She angrily sipped from her cup.

"Why? Because you think we'll screw like bunny rabbits?" Allen replied sarcastically. Misato was shocked at his language and immediately regretted giving them permission to talk freely. Yuri sipped her coffee, hoping the cup would hide her embarrassed blush.

"DAMN RIGHT BOY!!" Misato angrily shouted, taking the children aback. She exhaled and tried to compose herself.

"Misato, we sleep together, we do not sleep with each other." Juno smoothly interjected before the fired up Allen could shout back at Misato. "We are keeping our relationship friendly and platonic."

"For how long?" Misato growled "Have you forgotten that you and your roommates' hormones are raging out of control?" Allen flushed red and was about to say something but Juno stopped him short with a gesture.

"Granted. But we are no longer simple children, Misato. We carry the responsibility of protecting humanity on our shoulders. Can we not carry the responsibility of other actions as well?"

Misato wanted to say something, but knew that she doubted herself. Her anger and indignation deflated. Juno had a point. They were expected to carry an adult responsibility, yet they were not allowed the privilege of being treated as adults. They were expected to act as adults but are treated like children. Besides, why shouldn't she give them the same trust she placed in Shinji and Asuka? Given that the two did have separate rooms and acted like they just barely tolerated each other, Misato does know that it was just an act. And she did spend a lot of time leaving the two of them alone that...

Misato didn't know what to say. Allen was staring at the table, his anger cooling. Yuri looked in awe at Juno who was nonchalantly sipping her coffee. Juno was pleased at being able to control her swearing, she knew it would have aggravated Misato's bad mood and probably land her and the boys in a lot of trouble.

"Get me a futon," Misato finally replied.

000

"All systems green. Evangelion Unit 01 is ready for activation." Lt. Corrie Hayes announced, fighting the urge to fall asleep and carefully scratching at the itchy bandage covering his wounded brow. He had been working for two straight days and he needed sleep, the draining excitement earlier that day didn't help to conserve his usually remarkable stamina for work. He looked at the others and wondered how they could still work on nothing but pure dedication to their jobs and vast amounts of caffeine. He smiled at the thought that his blood was now probably composed of coffee.

"Shut down all systems," Maya ordered before involuntarily yawning. "Good work, everyone. Go home and get some sleep." Those who didn't fall asleep immediately greeted the last order with a sleepy cheer.

After the technicians and control officers filed past her, dragging those who had fallen asleep, Maya looked at Unit 01. Its eyes were dark and the jagged jaw binder was closed. She had nightmares of the Beast in full horror, fire dancing around it as its open jaw dripped blood. She shook her head. It was ready for activation, she had done her job. And she prayed that she wouldn't regret it.

She closed the lights as she left the room.

To Be Continued

In the Next Episode of Heaven and Hell:
Rei: A child without a mother. Love's tender touch. A moment when children come of age. Heaven and Hell 0:6 A Moment of Kindness, a time for growing up.