Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ True Angel ❯ Arrival of the Third ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

Arrival of the Thirds

 

 

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Gendo threw the test results across the room, the papers flying in all directions. He had been giving his son injections of the samples of Adam that he had, hoping to create a new life form that would be able to influence Third Impact.

 

But the results were all the same: no change in the subjects DNA profile to indicate assimilation of the Angel DNA.

 

After a month, if anything, he should have seen at least one new gene sequence, but nothing ever came of it, and he had no more samples of Adam to use.

 

He picked up the phone, disgusted that his son could not prove useful to his goals. Oh well, he would just send him away. It wasn't like Shinji would ever have any use to him.

 

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The two guardians of Shinji Ikari stood in amazement. Moments earlier, they had to break the news to the small boy that his father wasn't coming to get him, which he was left in their care permanently.

 

Shinji just started to get mad. He even glowed a golden color, before his shirt ripped in his back where two white wings sprouted.

 

They knew better than to tell Shinji's father about this. The child had already told them the stories of his last month with his father: the injections, the samples, the constant tests. They would never subject the boy to that ever again.

 

As time went on, they learned more about Shinji's gift. The wings at first only came out when Shinji expressed or withheld extreme levels of emotion, anger being the emotion that first triggered them. He was home schooled for two years as he learned a cool demeanor to keep the wings hidden, eventually gaining enough control over them he could use them consciously. After he could summon them or put them away with a thought, he entered the public school system, but found himself unable to make many friends with his emotional state. It seemed he preferred the calm mood even when he didn't need to worry about a severe emotion revealing his secret.

 

So they kept him busy, constantly challenging his mind with facts and math, and challenging his body with whatever dojos were in the area. They even purchased a sword for the child, which he began to always carry at his side. His shirts were always altered to have slits in the back, so he could always walk around the house with his wings out—he said they hurt after being inside for too long.

 

But Shinji never failed to surprise them. Even when Mrs. Tombuki—his female guardian—said Shinji resembled an angel with his wings out, he denied he was an angel. “I can't be an angel, I'm atheist.”

 

Imagine, you were the proof that the Judeo-Christian beliefs had some validity; you were living, breathing, often flying proof that those views held truth, and you didn't believe in them.

 

His reason: all he saw himself as was a guy with wings, nothing more, and never less.

 

It warmed their hearts that Shinji always seemed to keep his ego and self grounded, never becoming a bully with his skills and abilities. You never met a kinder soul, but you also never met someone who would defend themselves and others with such ruthlessness.

 

The child always called them Mother and Father; always respected them. If he disagreed with them, he argued with a clear logic and relented when their points were validated beyond what he could reject. He was the perfect son, which any family—any normal family—would love to have him in.

 

But all good things…

 

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Shinji hung up the phone, tired of listening to the operator talk about the emergency.

 

Not that he needed to be told, he could sense the dark force moving towards him, slowly. Pushing his hearing, he could make out the sounds of a battle in the distance. “Great, what'd the old man send for me for; to use me as bait?”

 

Taking out the picture that he had been sent, he reread the message, checking his watch to make certain—for the eleventh time—that he was not early or severely late. “Nope, she's late.” He put the picture away, not bothering to stare too much at it. Sure, he would admit the girl was nice looking. But that meant little to him. Unless she had the completing parts to that package: a brain, he wasn't going to go after her.

 

He laughed a little at that. As if I would go after any girl. All of his friends had been ruled by their hormones, thinking him weird that he didn't drool after every girl who showed some degree of cleavage. The point was he wasn't ruled by his hormones, he preferred someone who would complete him, like his Father and Mother completed each other.

 

Sensing something to his right, he turned to see a girl with a school uniform standing in the street, staring at him. She didn't…feel…normal to him, disappearing after he blinked his eyes. Ignoring the squawking birds, he extended his senses to try and locate her again, but to no avail.

 

He quickly slapped his hands to his ears, trying to block out the sound of a large explosion, his mind refocusing on the earlier energy he had felt. Turning around, he spotted several military helicopters flying backwards, followed by a lumbering giant with a long, mosquito-like nose. “Well, I guess I know what the dark energy was.”

 

His hand went for his sword, drawing it. He had a few distance attacks he might be able to use against it, but he had never faced…well, anything like whatever that was.

 

But he was surprised when the thing turned towards him, staring at him.

 

“Shit.”

 

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“Sir, the Angel has stopped!”

 

“See, I told you, Ikari. The military could handle these things, just watch and be amazed.”

 

Gendo Ikari sat at his desk, hands folded in front of him. “We've waited for them for fifteen years. What is fifteen more minutes, General?”

 

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Shinji held his ground as two missiles screamed over his head, curving to strike the colossus. The other helicopters began releasing their own payloads at it, all connecting with it.

 

But it stood there, undamaged as the wind blew the smoke away. Raising its arm, a beam shot out; smashing through a helicopter and sending it crashing next to Shinji. He didn't bother heading to it to see if the pilot was alive, he could already feel that no life force was left inside, killed by the attack.

 

Soon, the creature leapt into the air, his foot landing on the helicopter and causing it to explode. Shinji erected a small field of his energy to protect himself, closing his eyes to protect them from the light of the blast.

 

It was then he felt a small life force—well, small compared to the thing standing in front of him. He opened his eyes to see a blue car, the woman from the picture inside it apologizing for being late. He had to smile at that, quickly sheathing his sword and getting in, deciding discretion was better than facing the monster before him.

 

Shinji heard the helicopters begin to release another salvo as the woman began to try to drive away. He extended his barrier again to protect her and the car as the missile debris fell around them. “Damn,” he said, “gotta love the big city.”

 

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“Sir, the Air Defense Force doesn't have the firepower to stop it. It is still on approach to Tokyo-3.”

 

“Commander Ikari, the MAGI have detected an unknown energy signature at the base of the Angel, currently moving away at high speed, signature unknown.”

 

Gendo looked towards the screen with the tech on it, informing him of the new finding, listening half heartedly to the military personnel as they bitched about how strong the Angel was. “Catalog the signature and prepare to have it scanned for in the future, track it if possible.”

 

“Aye, sir.”

 

His second in command spoke up. “Should we be worried about this, sir?”

 

“No,” Gendo said, turning back to the military commanders. “We should prepare for them to play their final card.

 

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Misato was stretched across the seat of her car, watching the battle from afar, as she witnessed the small dots of military craft streak away from the Angel. “WHAT! They're using an N2 mine!”

 

“GET DOWN!” She threw her weight on Shinji, trying to protect him from the blast, but nearly slicing him with his own sword.

 

He sighed as he felt her chest on his head. In other circumstances, he would have simply shaken his head at yet another situation with a woman he always seemed to end up in, before extending his field once again. He had never tested it against anything nearly as powerful as an N2 mine.

 

Well, he was about to learn something new, besides the fact that the woman's shirt smelled like beer and yes, they were real.

 

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In NERV HQ, the generals screamed out success as the monster was enveloped in the blast, gloating at their success.

 

Gendo was more interested in the signal of the unknown entity that popped up as the shockwave began to approach it, much stronger than before. It seems as if the new player is protecting itself.

 

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Misato was staring at the boy who stood beside her car, which was knocked on its side. “Sorry, ma'am, but I think your passenger side mirror is a total loss.” His smile calmed her a little.

 

Shinji, however, was mentally cussing himself out. While his field had protected the car, he had forgotten to anchor it to the ground. The resulting shockwave from the N2 mine had tossed the car like a toy. Damn, now I'll have to fix the car for her. I can't believe I made such a stupid mistake! He turned towards the origin of the blast, still unnerved that the dark energy creature had survived.

 

“Hey, Shinji, let's get the car back on all four tires and get out of here!” Misato braced her back against the roof of the car, but stood back up as Shinji went around to the other side. She was about to scream at him for risking his life like that, when the car began to slowly lower to the ground. Her eyes grew large as she watched Shinji, holding the frame of the car, and lowering it with no effort.

 

He just turned towards her, smiling. “Should I drive, or do you wish to, Ms. Katsuragi?”

 

Misato shook her head, clearing out the surprise from her mind that this fourteen year old boy had lowered her sports car to the ground. “Just Misato is fine. It's nice to meet you, Shinji Ikari.”

 

“Well, if I get to call you your first name, you can call me mine.” He made his way to the passenger side, sliding in through the open window as Misato finally got in her side.

 

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Gendo almost smiled as he watched the military commanders react to the fact that the Angel was still alive. He would have, had that energy signature not disappeared again.

 

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Shinji stared out the window as Misato talked to someone on the phone. He could sense that the dark being was weaker now, having taken some damage from the blast. They leveled that much area just to cause so little damage to it! Idiots, my attacks at close range could have done that, and you wouldn't need to rebuild the area when I was finished!

 

He turned towards the driver, Misato. He could feel the worry coming off her, but also some joy at the fact her car was still drivable, only the mirror on his side being damaged and that was only because he had to drop his field. He could feel that thing reaching out to him, trying to find him again. It must be homing in on me somehow.

 

“Quit worrying, Shinji. You're not as cute as I thought you were when you scowl like that.”

 

He turned back towards her, seeing the warm smile on her face. Well, at least she has a kind soul. “I'm just a little concerned.”

”Don't worry; I'm sure that thing will get stomped if that blast didn't finish it off.”

 

“Oh, it's not that. I'm just worried that EMP from the N2 mine may have erased my saved games on my laptop.” He laughed a little, trying to appear as if he was either unconcerned for the creature's current status, or just trying to appear as such. Quite frankly, he knew he couldn't tell her he was about one more surge of dark energy away from flying over to it and cutting it down to size.

 

As they entered the compound, they descended in an elevator as Misato explained a little bit about NERV. Shinji, however, didn't really care what they did. “So, my old man works here.”

 

“Yep, do you know what he does?”

 

Shinji leaned back into the seat, fingering the hilt of his sword. “Probably pretends he's God, acts like he is in control of everything, and is generally a pompous jerk with no emotions whatsoever.”

 

Misato could only blink. First, the boy had ignored her flirtations, which she wasn't sure if that confused her or upset her that she couldn't get the attention of a fourteen year old boy who should drool over the body she had. Then, he as much as said he hated his father while playing with his sword.

 

She just shook her head again. She would work on this later.

 

Assuming that the kid didn't go crazy and kill everyone.

 

“Are you taking me to my old man?”

 

She shook out of her stupor. “Yeah, I think so. You plan on killing him?”

 

Shinji kept staring forward, still fingering his sword hilt. “Maybe, I haven't quite decided. It depends on why he asked for me. Don't worry, if I do kill him, he'll be the only one I even injure.”

 

Misato smiled, hoping he was merely joking. “Oh, did your dad send you an ID?”

 

Shinji reached into his pocket, pulling out a paper and handing it to her. Afterwards, he had a folder handed to him and was told to read it. Misato watched as he quietly took it and began leafing through the pages.

 

Shinji tried to contain his anger at what this meant. He had been sent for because his father needed him to do something, nothing more. The old man loses a limb, just for that.

 

A light flooded the car, bringing Shinji from his dark thoughts towards the light. “A Geo-front, they actually built a Geo-front!”

 

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Misato was depressed. She had been working here for many years, and yet while she would never admit that she got lost, she was even more upset that Shinji was leading her to where they needed to go. After half an hour, Shinji pointed out they had been by this way before. When she asked how he knew, he pointed to his sword, which was ten meters in front of them.

 

Now, she was being chastised by Ritsuko. “Is this the child?”

 

“Yep,” Misato rang out. “According to the Marduk report, he's the Third Child.”

 

Shinji looked up from the map, finally committing it to memory and having spotted several areas that looked promising for secret passages and hidden rooms. He spotted a blond woman with short hair, wearing a lab coat and a swim suit. “Sorry, but I might not be able to work here if swimwear is the standard dress code.”

 

Misato cheered up as she looked at her friend. “Ritsuko, now why are you trying to seduce the Third Child by wearing something like that? Hmm?”

 

It was a while later—after Ritsuko had finished yelling at Misato for her comment—that they were on some elevator. Shinji just stood against the rails of the elevator they were on now while the two women talked about something called Unit 01. Whatever it was, it wasn't his major concern right now.

 

He could sense it was moving again. Its energy output was higher, but different. It must evolve through battle. If you fail to kill it, it adapts and comes at you again. Hmm, it seems to have an energy center for its power source. Fairly close to the surface. Well, I have a target now.

 

But that field it puts up worries me. It feels like my own, so I might be able to use mine to negate it and pass through. If I can, I'll need to hit that spot on the first try. A fully powered Spirit Cut should do it. Now, how do I get to the surface to battle it?

 

He was cut off his analyzing when the room went dark. His mind snapped to as he realized he had been walking on automatic, his memory telling him they had even moved him in a speed raft. Damn, I need to pay more attention. Sensei would have had my ass for that.

 

As the lights came on, Shinji came face to face with a giant purple robot. “Um, I think I missed a page, this wasn't in the book.”

 

Ritsuko looked at him. “You won't find this in the book. This is mankind's ultimate humanoid robot, the first battle unit named Evangelion Unit 01.”

 

“So this is what my old man's been doing.”

 

“Correct.”

 

Damn it, something's hiding people's presence around here! He looked up to see his father standing in a tunnel above the huge machine.

 

“It's been a while.”

 

Shinji just smiled, his hands readying themselves to launch an attack at him, calculating how much of a jump he would need to pull off the robot's head to reach him. “Yeah, not long enough. So, what do you need me for now? More needles? More tests?”

 

“We're moving out.” If Gendo had any reaction to what Shinji said, he offered no response.

 

Misato was almost livid. “But Unit 00 is still in cryo-stasis!” Then it hit her. “You're planning on using Unit 01!”

 

Ritsuko turned to her. “There's no other way.”

 

“But Rei can't even pilot it, can she?” Misato's eyes grew. “We've got no pilot!”

 

“One's just been delivered.”

 

“Are you serious?”

 

Shinji turned towards Ritsuko. “The owner's manual isn't included either. So exactly how do you expect me to pilot it? What, am I supposed to stay inside it and hope that thing gets scared?”

 

Misato was almost pleading now. “He's had no training. Even Rei took several months to synchronize with her EVA!”

 

“He just needs to sit in the seat, nothing more.”

 

Shinji by now was rubbing his temples. “I assume someone here will first ask if I will do it first.” He looked up towards his father, ignoring the bickering of the two women. “Old man, why'd you send for me?”

 

Gendo continued to stare at him, matching his son's impassive face. “You know exactly why.”

 

Shinji forced a smile. “Because you're finally coming out of the closet?”

 

He ignored the insult. “No, because I have a use for you.”

 

The smile disappeared from Shinji's face. “I'm not some damn automaton, old man. If you want a faithful little soldier, build one. I ain't your puppet, now or ever. Do I make myself clear?”

 

The girls stopped their argument when he said this. But Gendo pressed on, his voice rising. “If you are going to pilot it, do it now, else leave.”

 

Shinji just drew his sword. “Fine, you old bastard, tell me where the door is. And if you ask nicely, maybe I'll kill that demon for you.”

 

The complex began to shake as Shinji felt the creature begin attacking. He was shocked to hear his father saying that it must have sensed them here.

 

But Shinji held his ground, sword still poised, waiting for either directions to get out and kill it, or a chance to slay Gendo.

 

“Shinji,” Ritsuko said, “we don't have time.”

 

“Get into it,” said Misato.

 

But he ignored both, never moving his sight off his father. Something would die here tonight; he just wasn't certain who his first victim would be. He did notice when they walked off, Ritsuko saying something about reconfiguring Unit 01 for Rei.

 

It was then he felt it, someone was in a huge amount of pain. It had to be in such pain; otherwise he wouldn't be able to get a sense with whatever was interfering with his ability.

 

And then he saw her being wheeled in, struggling to sit up as the pain grew. He began to see red at the fact his father would try something like this. The girl looked to be around his age, and it was quite obvious that she was barely hanging onto her life by a thread and probably several doses of pain killers.

 

And when he heard his father tell her to get into the unit and fight the…Angel? What, why are they calling that thing an angel?

 

But his thoughts were interrupted as the girl fell to the floor, too weak to even stand. He ran to her, hoping to help her when another explosion shook the complex. He cast his eyes upward to see a beam wrenched lose falling towards them.

 

The next few seconds happened in a blur. Forgetting all thoughts, he released his wings, diverting power to create a field to defect the beam, only to have his sight obscured by a large purple hand. Only Ritsuko and Rei had missed his wings coming out from his back, and a few seconds later after she began wondering if the EVA was protecting Shinji, Ritsuko saw the wings.

 

Might as well go for broke. He placed one hand on Rei's forehead and the other gently on her stomach; soon both began glowing with a golden light. “Don't be scared, Rei. First I will heal you, and then I will kill that demon.” No one made a move towards him, but he could hear someone telling his father that the pattern had been detected again in the base.

 

As the pain lessened, Rei opened her uncovered eye, looking at a boy with white wings on his back. “They are called Angels.”

 

Shinji kept his eyes closed, concentrating on healing her. “That is an incorrect name. They seek to hurt people. Angels are believed to help humanity. Since these things are attacking to destroy and kill, the correct religious term would be demons or fallen angels.”

 

“What are you?”

 

The light faded from his hands and he opened his eyes, staring deeply into her own. “I'm not quite certain, but I like to think I'm a good guy and a friend.”

 

Shinji stood slowly, just now realizing how much energy he had just expended healing her. He was weakened and knew he didn't have the energy to kill the demon. That meant…

 

“Ritsuko, you have less then three minutes to tell me how to pilot Unit 01.”

 

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Shinji could hear the command staff still asking if he was an Angel or not, probably thinking he was one of those…things. He shook his head. Anger wouldn't help him now. That and this damn chair wasn't made to handle someone with wings, forcing him to lean forward.

 

“Don't worry, Shinji. Just relax and just try and feel the EVA out.”

 

“Ritsuko, I'll need a little more info than that.” Shinji had already closed his eyes, trying to sense a spirit in the robot. He wasn't shocked that he did, he was shocked when he could hear it speak to him.

 

“Have faith in me, young one. Together, we shall take down the evil.”

 

“Passing the third layer, no problems.” A tech in the control room was monitoring the pilot's linking with the EVA.

 

Gendo was back at his desk. “What is his sync rate?”

 

Ritsuko's eyes grew large. “Currently at 78% and rising.”

 

Misato soon joined half the command staff in dropping their jaws to the floor. “WHAT! That's impossible.”

 

Ritsuko's voice became almost a whisper. “Sync rate holding steady at 96.4%. Unit 01 ready to launch.”

 

Gendo looked at the screen, his mind livid with the thoughts that his first project had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. He wanted to see what his first attempt was capable of. Already it was surpassing what Rei or even the Second Child had been able to do with their EVAs. Now, all that was left was this battle. Let's see what use you have, Shinji. “Launch!”

 

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Omake #1:

 

As Rei came to, she saw the face of the man who had healed her, thinking instantly of one way to show how much she appreciated it. “PERVERT!” She summoned her mallet and drove the boy into the air, causing him to impact the side of the concrete bunker.

As Shinji fell into the liquid after the impact, he could only think of one thing: Damn, uncute tomboy!

 

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Omake #2:

 

Shinji kept his eyes closed, concentrating on healing her. “That is an incorrect name. They seek to hurt people. Angels are believed to help humanity. Since these things are attacking to destroy and kill, the correct religious term would be demons or fallen angels.”

“What are you?”

Shinji leaned down towards her, his eyes less than a foot from hers, his voice now dark and mysterious. “I'm Batman.”

 

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Omake #3:

 

“Don't worry, Shinji. Just relax and just try and feel the EVA out.”

“I would, but the armors in the way. Hell, I can't even see if it has breasts.”

“Shinji, I said feel it out, not feel it up. Damn pervert, just like his father.” Ritsuko just shook her head. Damn Ikaris, perverts, all of them.

 

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What happened to the original Rei (Rei I):

Gendo: How was it?
Rei: You were just like Superman.
Gendo: Thank you. (*smiling*)
Rei: Yes, faster than a speeding bullet.
Gendo: (*Snaps Rei's neck*) Better make the next one the quiet type.

 

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