Log inKaiju Slaying For Death And Profit Ch 30
Good evening y'all, sorry for the late post. But I'mma be exceedingly busy tomorrow, so I figured it would be best to post this tonight instead.
Lemme tell ya, this chapter fought me pretty hard. But I was able to finish it to my satisfaction in the end. It is a little shorter than usual, but at the same time, if I try to lengthen it purely for the sake of word count, I feel that it would be made lesser. Brevity is the soul of wit and all that.
Anyways, here is chapter, please let me know your thoughts in a comment. Next chapter of Saving Yourself will go up on the first weekend of august. I'll probably post pics of my miniatures or something during July.
For now, have chapter, hope you enjoy.
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Misato forced herself to hold in her sigh. The people at NERV were doing poorly enough as it was, she had to at least maintain the façade of confidence.
Yes, the last time Shinji had been indisposed for a long time had been two months, but it was different. Sure, he’d been comatose, but at least the illusion of sleep let people convince themselves that he was resting, gathering his strength for the next battle.
Now? Now NERV had had a whole month seeing him act like an animal and communicate exclusively in monosyllabic grunts. It was a significantly less dignified end to the hero they’d all pinned their hopes on.
The proposal to strap him to the Eva and seeing what happened was being considered more and more seriously with each passing day. The truth of it was, they couldn’t afford to lose a single Evangelion, even if it would be much harder to control or direct. He could at the very least be used as a distraction.
The analyst who proposed the idea had apparently fallen down the stairs, resulting in multiple contusions, lacerations, and broken bones. This happened in a section of the complex that didn’t have any stairs for several dozen meters. The security system had mysteriously had a glitch and needed to be reset when it happened. But the numerous witnesses that saw the event happen all gave the same story.
This included the security guards. And two of the three investigators that were assigned to the case agreed.
Misato held back another sigh.
It didn’t help that she found herself agreeing with the analyst. If things became desperate enough, her only recourse would be to strap Shinji in the Eva and pray.
Silver lining, if things got that bad, falling down a non-existent set of stairs would be the least of her problems.
No, what she needed to worry about was the utter powder keg that NERV had become. Shinji’s fan club had clearly gotten completely out of hand. But Misato wasn’t certain there was anything she could do about it, the latest incident showed that it had infiltrated too many levels of NERV. She couldn’t be certain who she could task with investigating, even if she did, could she truly trust whatever report she received?
It was quite the precarious position, and the only positive in it was that she was fairly certain that Shinji was unaware of the existence of his fan club. Judging by how he handled being popular with the school’s delinquents, knowing he had a fervent fan club would only make him uncomfortable, before he started issuing orders.
Not to mention, said ‘fan club’ had, in a way, become important to NERV’s operations. Morale at NERV was, to put it simply, nearing rock bottom. The ace was crippled, the second best’s record was spotty with her last combat action resulting in her near-total defeat, the third best and most experienced Pilot drove a machine that was, to put it simply, bad. The rookie that had shown a lot of promise had been so traumatized by her experience that she refused to even get near an Eva, and her replacement got good scores on tests, but was untested in the only way that truly mattered.
But morale among those Misato suspected of being part of Shinji’s ‘fan club’ was steady, one might even say it was high. Many of them were utterly certain Shinji would recover before the next Angel reared its head, and that certainty served to buoy the spirits of others who weren’t part of Shinji’s fan club.
Yet.
This time, Misato was unable to suppress her sigh.
She could at the very least be honest with herself in her own head. It rankled that, if she was correct in her suspicions, Misato was literally watching a cult form before her very eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it, because that cult was currently too useful not to make use of in the fight against the Angels.
Properly harnessed and directed, a fanatical cultist would hold and follow instructions where a sane person would run away or surrender.
The Seekers of Revelation had proven that handily.
A part of her was disgusted with herself, but that wouldn’t stop her taking advantage of it. The Angels would pay, that’s the only thing that mattered in the end.
“Man, you’d think there was a funeral or something.”
Misato froze, then turned slowly to look over her shoulder. Standing behind her, properly dressed, bathed, and eating a sandwich; was Ikari Shinji. He took another bite of his sandwich with a bored expression as the technicians of the Control Room took in his presence.
He blinked and looked around, seemingly noticing for the first time the effect he’d had on the crew.
He chewed quickly, swallowed noisily, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and finally said. “What?”
The cheering was thunderous.
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Maya did what she could to fight the blush that wanted to burn her face to ash as she remembered the feeling of Mister Shinji filling her. She found herself squirming and forced herself to stop.
Hana must absolutely never learn of Maya’s…contribution to healing Mister Shinji’s mind. She’d never hear the end of it.
…
Maybe Kaede.
Speaking of Kaede, she had cheered the loudest at the Control Room when Mister Shinji walked in with his head held high.
“You’d think someone important had come to visit.” Mister Shinji grumbled in the briefing room.
Maya sighed.
Did he truly not realize how important he was? He certainly wasn’t the kind to play at being coy.
The morning had been…nice. She’d woken up in Mister Shinji’ arms, his front pressed to her back, while Rei was pressed to her front. She’d remained still as long as she could so as not to wake them, that, and the feeling of Mister Shinji’s stiff manhood pressed against her behind had been rather exhilarating if she were honest with herself.
Of course, then he’d woken up, and he’d immediately had his way with her, Rei waking up and joining in had not made things easier to bear.
Maya shook her head. Last night and the morning had been the most intensely erotic events in the entirety of Maya’s life, and she’d been utterly at the mercy of a boy nine years her junior. She wasn’t entirely certain what that said about her but say something it certainly did.
Plus, Mister Shinji and Rei had then made her kneel and taught her how to ‘properly clean him’ and the feeling of his penis in her mouth had certainly been interesti—
“Maya?” Mister Shinji asked.
“YES!?” Maya squeaked, jumping in her station and coming to attention.
“Any idea when Ritsuko is gonna get here?” He asked, rocking back and forth on the chair he was sitting on.
“I uhh. No, Mister Shinji.” She answered.
He sighed. “Maya, I told you, drop the ‘Mister.’”
“Of course, Mister Shinji.”
He grunted, the sound almost a growl that stirred something in Maya’s belly and made her clench in a way that made her feel acutely empty, and she couldn’t help but think about what exactly had repeatedly made her feel overfull last—
Ooookay! Mind out of the gutter, Maya!
“Any word on when Hikari will be here?” Shinji asked.
Asuka sighed. “She’s…she’s still not recovered from her exposure to the Angel. Physically she’s fine but mentally…”
“She hasn’t been able to synchronize with an Evangelion since the, erm, the event.” Maya said. “Her psychograph showed that she was under severe strain before you arrived and relieved her. NERV is exploring what the best treatment might be.”
Mister Shinji sighed. “Well, she probably doesn’t wanna talk to me so…”
“You should see her.” Rei said. “You protected her, she’ll be happy to see you.”
Mister Shinji’s only answer was a grunt.
Mister Nagisa walked into the room and made a beeline for Mister Shinji.
“Why?” He asked, his voice intense as he stood over Mister Shinji.
Mister Shinji raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific.”
Mister Nagisa’s eyes narrowed. “The battle against the last Angel. You nearly destroyed yourself to protect Horaki Hikari. Why?”
Mister Shinji grunted. “It’s what anyone would have done.”
“You’re wrong.” Mister Nagisa denied. “The leadership bemoaned that you had done that. They’d have much rather she had fallen than losing you, you are the more valuable Pilot. You know this. Yet even though you didn’t have a reason to, you all but sacrificed yourself for the wellbeing of someone who did not benefit you in any way. Why?”
Mister Shinji sighed. “A few years ago someone got lost in the mountains. A days long search was launched in order to find them. During the search, three people died, the mountain is a treacherous and dangerous place you see. But the person was found, they were rescued, and the endeavor was declared a success.”
Mister Nagisa scowled. “There was a net loss. And I don’t see how that relates to my question.”
Mister Shinji hummed. “It was a success because the person was saved, period, end of discussion. People are just like that. That’s the wonderful thing about being a human.”
Mister Nagisa shook his head. “If we extrapolate that logic, that means that you would willingly die for the sake of saving a random person. But you are too important for that. Your death would be a severe blow to the Endeavor, why would you risk that for the life of someone whose death will not impact the survival of humanity?”
Mister Shinji looked at the grey-haired boy for a long time before he said. “I read a story about a disaster once.”
“What does a story have to do with my question?” Mister Nagisa demanded.
Mister Shinji continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “It happened on a beach after a monsoon, you see. The storm had made the seas rage, and the tides had thrown a whole lot of starfish onto the beach. Many learned people worried as to the ecological damage that would be caused by the death of so many starfish. Talking heads talked, people worried, and the learned people made plans to help the environment recover from the damage.
“One of these very learned people chose to look at the beach with his own two eyes. He was a professor at a university you see, and he’d just happened to be vacationing nearby when this disaster happened. So he went to that beach to take his own notes. As he bemoaned the damage that this would cause to the ecosystem in that section of the sea, he noticed something weird.
“A little boy was on the beach, throwing starfish back into the ocean. He looked like he had been at it for hours, and he hadn’t made any noticeable impact at all. Curious, the learned man went over to the boy and asked him what he was doing.
“The boy said, ‘I’m tossing the starfish back into the ocean.’ So the man explained to him that the damage would be too severe, that the ecosystem would be thrown out of order, that there was no way he would be able to throw enough starfish back into the ocean to stop the extinction or the knock-on effects that would be caused by the death of so many starfish. While the man explained all of this, the boy continued to walk through the beach, finding live starfish and throwing them back into the water.
“The learned man, seeing this, got angry at the boy. ‘Don’t you see that what you’re doing doesn’t matter?’ he asked, ‘All you’re doing is wasting your time, you cannot stop or reverse the damage, there is no point, you won’t make a difference no matter what you do!’ The boy picked up another starfish, turned to the man, and said. ‘I’ll make a difference to this one.’ And threw it back into the ocean.” Mister Shinji rested his cheek on his hand and sighed.
Mister Nagisa remained silent for a long while before speaking. “So…you’re saying you’re the boy?”
“No.” Mister Shinji said, standing up. “That’s just some story about a boy wasting his time throwing starfish into the ocean. I’m going for drinks, anyone want anything?”
“I want a sunny apple.” Rei said immediately.
“I’ll take one too.” Asuka said.
Maya raised her hand.
“Okay good.” Mister Shinji said, then turned to Mister Nagisa. “As for you. You’re thinking too hard. That’s not always a bad thing, but sometimes, you need to stop thinking and just do shit. You want anything?”
Mister Nagisa stared at Shinji for long seconds before saying. “I’ll have some water.”
“One of everything, got it.” Mister Shinji said and walked out.
Mister Nagisa watched him depart before saying. “I do not understand him at all.”
Asuka scoffed. “Join the club.”
Maya however, disagreed. She smiled and turned back to her station to get back to work.
