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Kaiju Slaying For Death And Profit Ch 16

Hey there folks. Sorry for the late post. Work got crazy on the second half of the week, and I had something of a full weekend. So y'all get a chapter hot off the press. And lemme tell ya, this chapter fought me each step of the way. Hope you lot find it enjoyable anyways.
I'm also a bit exhausted. I've done my best on editing and trying to catch mistakes, but if I missed any, please point them out, eh?
Enough talking, here is chapter. Hope you lot enjoy it.
=][=
It began with an innocently-muttered. “Ikari can’t clean today, he’s hurt.”
I stopped at the door. “Wait, was I supposed to stay and clean the whole time?” I asked the class representative girl, who looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Eh?” Asked…shit, why am I so bad with names? Himari? Kokari? Nodami? She looked up from her list of people that were apparently supposed to stay and clean the classroom. “B-But Ikari—” She gulped and paled and took a step back for some reason. “I-I mean, Sh-Shinji, that is...yes?”
Why doesn’t anyone ever tell me these things!?
“Oi, Popsicle, mop.” I said, holding my hand out at the thin kid with glasses that I recall nearly crushing once with the Eva.
“Erm...Popsi—? My name is Aida Kensuke.” Popsicle said, pointedly not handing me the mop!
There was only one thing to do.
I leaned down to be at the same height as him, this, for some reason, seemed to intimidate him. I held my bandaged hand out to him and firmly stated. “Mop.”
Trembling, he held the cleaning tool out.
“Do not hand him that mop!” Class rep girl ordered, pointing at four-eyes.
He looked from her, to me, back to her, back to me, then did the smart thing and handed the mop over.
“Aida!”
“Sorry Class Rep, you can yell at me, but Ikaaaaaa—Shinji can punch me hard enough to vaporize me.”
I ignored them and made my way to the bucket. Only for the class rep to step resolutely into my path, holding her arms up in an ‘X.’ “Shinji, you are not allowed to clean!”
Bold for someone who had at most one third of my mass and barely reached my clavicle. “Oh yeah? And why would that be?”
She looked at me like I was crazy. “You’re hurt!”
I looked down at myself. My arms were bandaged from the palm to the shoulders, my chest was bandaged too, I had braces on my legs due to damaged tendons, and at some point during the last dust-up, I broke my nose and something may or may not have happened to my cheek bones.
I was essentially a mummy; I had to go to NERV every day to get the wounds cleaned and the bandages redone. With all the stitching that had to be done to sow me back together I’d had to ensure that my injuries scarred, otherwise it would be suspicious.
I looked back at the tiny girl in front of me. “This is cosplay.”
She blinked. “Cosplay?”
“Yes.”
“Shinji…your left arm has a bloodstain.”
I looked down at the offending piece of evidence. “Attention to detail.”
“It wasn’t there this morning.”
“I brought a bottle of fake blood.”
“It’s getting bigger.”
“It’s a blood pack.”
“I thought you said it was from a bottle.”
“I brought both.”
She had been getting a bigger scowl the longer the conversation went on. “Ik—Shinji, everyone knows you got hurt fighting the last monster.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”
“Soryu talked about it when we had lunch two days ago.”
“She was lying.”
“Ayanami confirmed it.”
So that’s where Rei went for lunch two days ago! So nice that she made a friend!
And shares space with Asuka.
“Point being, I’m okay enough to clean.” I said, not acknowledging the bossy girl’s last statement.
She gave me a narrow-eyed glare. “Don’t make me call Ayanami.”
I snorted. “You don’t have her number.”
She drew a phone like I draw a pistol, flipped it open, navigated a menu and clicked a button.
“You’re bluffing.” I growled.
“Hey Ayanami, sorry to interrupt.” She said sweetly into the phone. “No, it’s not an emergency, it has to do with Shinji.”
I felt a cold pinprick on the back of my neck.
“Well, for some reason he’s insisting on staying and helping, instead of skipping cleaning like usual.”
Nobody ever tells me these things!
She blinked. “Well, now that you mention it, no, I don’t think I ever told him it was his turn to clean the classroom after class.”
That’s my girl!
Class Rep Girl made humming and agreeing noises. “I see…I still don’t think he should clean; he’s hurt…yes…yeah his left arm is bleeding…okay.” She held the phone out. “Ayanami wants to talk to you.”
I looked at the phone as if it were a snake brandishing its venomous fangs but took it and held it to my ear. She was probably lying anyways. “Y’ello?”
[Shinji.] Rei said reproachfully, sounding like she was pouting.
Bossy girl wasn’t lying! All hands to damage control!
“…‘Sup?”
Masterful.
[Shinji you’re hurt.] Rei said, sounding slightly disappointed, which, coming from her, cut deep.
“I’m well enough to clean!” I grumbled. “I’m not an invalid!”
[Doctor Akagi told you not to do anything strenuous.]
“Using a mop isn’t strenuous! It’s light work at worst!”
[Shinji.] Rei said reproachfully.
“Urk! I can…wipe the windows?”
[Shinji.] Rei said, and I could perfectly visualize her pout.
“…I can at the very least take out the trash?”
[They’ll be fine without you. You haven’t done it since you transferred.]
“That’s because nobody ever tells me anything! How was I supposed to know!?” I firmly squashed the memories of my Template growing up in the Japanese school system. They were no help at all right now.
[Shinji.] Rei’s stern voice causing my spine to stiffen. [Leave the cleaning to them and come to NERV, we need to change out your bandages and there’s synchronization testing we need to do.]
Well…She didn’t say when I had to go so I could probably—
[And come immediately.]
Fuck.
“Alright fine.” I growled.
[Good, give the phone back to Hokari.]
So that’s her name.
“Your phone.” I said testily to Hokari.
She took it from my outstretched hand and put it to her ear. “Everything good? Okay. Yes, I will.”
She hung up and looked at me expectantly.
With a final huff, I walked out, pushing the mop back on four-eyes as I went. When I left the room, I realized Hokari was following me. I looked at her over my shoulder and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Ayanami told me to make sure you left the school and call her when you did.” She answered.
Clever girl.
Slumping in defeat, I retreated with my tail between my legs.
But next time? Next time I would not be stopped!
As I got to the train station, took a seat, and did my best to ignore the plain clothes NERV guy following me, I could not help but wonder…would Angel Juice exacerbate my injuries? LCL was explicitly Angel Blood, and someone else’s blood is something you’re supposed to avoid in your injuries.
“God is Great!”
I was on my feet and running at the threat before conscious thought caught up to my situation. My Sol Pattern Bayonet teleported onto my grip from my pocket space. The blade was thirty centimeters of ceramite with a monomolecular edge and a mean point. I cut off the target’s right arm halfway down the elbow, a single arterial spurt splashed on me as I drove the knife into his guts to the hilt and pulled it up, parting his thoracic cage as if it were water as I bifurcated his heart, my last act was to decapitate him and kick the limb with the detonator aside, even if I had cut the wire.
As the hand fell, still clutching the detonator trailing a cut wire. I saw that the detonating stud had already been depressed before I cut the arm off.
I was too late.
I made it two steps back before something in the bastard’s clothes popped and hissed. I faintly heard repeats of the same cry from the train cars fore and aft of the one I was riding in.
I stood frozen in indecision as the screaming started, people finally reacting to the sudden, murderous violence.
Should I toss the body out? The gas could be heavier than air, I would expose far more people to it than those in the train car I was in. I knew nothing about the concentration it needed to be lethal or even crippling.
I could put the body away in my pocket space, but that would absolutely blow my cover. Gendo, NERV, SEELE, they would all crack down on my movements, make me into an attack dog with a much tighter leash, crippling my attempts to save the world from their lunacy.
The logical move would be to sacrifice the passengers. The lives of a few hundred people are nothing when compared to the three billion and change currently in the world.
But that didn’t mean that the people next to me didn’t have the right to life.
My HUD warned me of…the paralytic agent that had already built up in my system, further exposure would reach lethal levels. Body Defense would keep me alive, but it would be highly unpleasant. I speed-read through the analysis spat out by my implants. If my imaginary napkin math wasn’t too far wrong, the gas would only be lethal in a high enough concentration.
I grabbed the body intending to throw it out of the window, but stumbled and fell to my knees, my arms and legs not doing what I wanted them to. With a supreme effort of will, I pushed myself to my feet, only to flop forward like a fish out of water, my body refusing any command I gave it as I struggled to breathe.
Someone knelt next to me, lumbered my body into the recovery position, and fit something over my face, a gas mask.
The plain clothes NERV guy!
I turned my eyes to look at him, the only part of my body I could reliably move, my sight landing on some cat hair.
…Cat-man? The driver was my security detail? And why wasn’t he wearing a mask?
His eyes met mine, and he smiled serenely down at me. “Make it count, and give them hell, Shinji.”
No…no cat-man, don’t.
I was forced to watch until cat-man couldn’t hold his breath anymore. He, like everyone else in the train car, quickly fell into a slumber from which he would never awaken.
I must not allow this to register on an emotional level.
=][=
Misato sighed and went over the latest stack of paperwork on her desk.
It felt like she’d only just managed to clear out all the repairs, reimbursements, etc, from the Evas stopping the last Angel. And now this.
This was a report on the activities of the ‘Seekers of Revelation.’
The so immensely squeaky-clean organization that the only things that thorough investigation had dredged up were parking violations done by its individual members.
What kind of group of sociopaths didn’t even get a speeding ticket? Especially in this day and age, didn’t they know the world was ending and they needed to live a little?
Nobody was this clean who wasn’t hiding something. But no matter how deep her investigators had dug, there was only a suspicious lack of anything suspicious.
No assault charges, no counts of drunk and disorderly, not a whiff of a single priest molesting a child.
As far as the best of NERV could see, the Seekers of Revelation were the most altruistic offshoot of Christianity in Japan. Even their wealthy backers having no significant skeletons in their closets.
All evidence pointed to NERV’s malefactors having joined the sect as a way to deflect blame. But dammit, her woman’s intuition said they were suspicious!
Kaede burst into her office. “Ma’am, there’s been an attack! We can’t get in contact with Shinji’s guard!”
Misato didn’t bother asking for specifics, she sprinted out the door and made her way to the Control Room, Kaede at her heels. “Sitrep!”
“There’s been a terrorist attack on the train lines!” One of the analysts said, Misato thought her name was Hana. “Shinji’s guard activated the automatic distress signal and has not answered any hails! We have an agent en-route, ETA three minutes!”
“What’s the status on the Pilot!?”
“Unknown!”
After an interminable wait, one of the analysts on a different station, Naomi, shouted out. “We have an agent on-site!”
“Do they have a camera!?” Misato demanded.
“Yes!”
“Put it on my screen!”
The screen flickered and changed to show a scene straight out of a nightmare. Dozens of people slumped over, some clearly having tried to break the windows or open the doors. The macabre scene continued until it came upon a sight that nearly made Maya, sitting next to Misato, puke.
A body had been brutalized.
It was missing one arm, its intestines had spilled all over the floor, its head was some distance away, and the blood…
[We have found operative Kenichi, DOA. No sign of the pilot…correction, there are footprints.]
The image on the screen shifted to show a trail of bloody footprints leading out of the train car and into the station. By their size alone, they had to be Shinji’s.
Shinji was alive.
“Find and secure the Pilot, be careful, he might be in shock!” Misato ordered.
Misato stood back and let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
His unusual resistance to opioids must have saved him.
She waited, tense, listening to reports as they came in, preliminary casualty reports, news of the attack began to spread past the authorities’ ability to contain them.
Finally the report Misato was waiting for came in.
[The Pilot is missing. Repeat, Pilot 01 is missing. The only thing on-scene is his phone. He might have been taken.]
Misato saw and heard a great number of the staff gasp with dread.
She snapped her fingers in front of Maya’s nose, who started and refocused. “Use the Magi, have them analyze security camera footage from all of Tokyo-3, their sole purpose is to find Shinji. You have my authority to issue Directive D17 if you feel it necessary.”
“Yes ma’am!” Maya said and began typing quickly at her station.
She turned to Hyuga. “Coordinate with law enforcement. This attack at one of NERV’s most important VIPs cannot and will not go unavenged.”
Hyuga nodded and turned back to his station.
“Ma’am! The Magi have a result!” Maya said excitedly.
“Already? Bring it up on screen.” Misato said with a nod.
The screen flickered, and Misato blinked in surprise when she saw the unmistakable form of Shinji. He was wearing a NERV standard-issue gasmask and was holding a gore-encrusted combat knife in his right hand. His entire right side was sodden with blood.
On the screen, he looked left and right, the crowd parting around him for obvious reasons, he then set off walking down the street.
Okay. Good news. The Third Children wasn’t kidnapped by a terrorist organization.
But what the hell was he doing?
“Bring up the next camera.” She ordered.
“Erm…I cannot, ma’am.” Maya said.
Misato blinked. “Explain.”
“He um…He vanished. He walked out of frame of the first camera, but did not walk into view of the one down the street.” Maya explained.
“That’s not possible.” Misato growled.
“We have another hit…and another. One moment, I will splice these together.” Maya typed away. “Aoba, prepare a map of Tokyo-3, one that has the cameras listed as points.”
“On it!”
Misato waited several minutes before the two of them were finished. The main screen lit up with a map of Tokyo-3, seeded with points that glowed green.
Maya pointed. “These are all of the cameras in Tokyo-3.” A small number, maybe a tenth of them, turned red. “These are the cameras that are not functioning or whose feeds are suspect.” Several lights, separated by long stretches of green and the occasional red, turned blue. “These are the cameras that have spotted Shinji.”
“Show me.” Misato ordered.
A sub-screen showed Shinji. He’d somehow found clean clothes that fit him, he’d lost the knife but was still wearing the gas mask. He looked left and right, then walked out of frame, the screen closed, replaced by another, where the pattern continued.
He would cross a street, look around, disappear, and show up at a much later intersection without having been spotted by the cameras in-between. This continued to happen even after they got a real-time view of the Pilot.
“How is he moving so quickly?” Misato asked. He’d not crossed Tokyo-3 at anything resembling a supernatural speed. Anyone moving at a fast trot could match his progress.
But to do it while remaining covert and only being occasionally spotted by cameras?
They saw him on the screen a few more times. But then, Shinji disappeared entirely. No matter how long the Magi searched, Shinji did not reappear.
It was as Misato was starting to lose hope, Maya called out. “Ma’am, the Magi have intercepted a call they claim has a seventy-five percent chance to be Shinji!”
“Let’s hear it.”
The sound of a phone call being connected sounded over the speakers, before someone answered. [Yes, what is the emergency?]
Misato blinked, realizing he must have called 110. “Show me where on the map this call was made.”
“Ma’am!”
Misato was surprised when the voice that answered the operator’s query was distorted. Human, but with an electronic tinge. [You will find the ones responsible for the massacre at the trains in the following address.]
[Sir? How do you know this?] The operator asked.
[Unimportant.] The modulated voice answered. [Do something about them. Or I will kill them all. You have four hours.]
The call ended. On the map, one of the lights flickered, showing the location.
A red light. But it was kilometers away from the address the caller gave, and very early on the road Shinji had taken across the city.
Misato turned to Maya. “Why do the Magi think that was Shinji?”
“Balthasar and Casper both report that the voice’s cadence matched Shinji’s to approximately sixty percent. Melchior is undecided.” Maya answered.
Misato considered, before taking the gamble. “Send a unit to the address, as well as the Investigation Taskforce. We cannot afford to ignore this tip.”
“Ma’am, if we barge in like that, our relationship with the Tokyo-3 police will be even more strained.” Hyuga said.
“I don’t care, do it.”
“Ma’am.”
Misato waited for news, it wasn’t long before the teams they sent, with the police as backup, made contact.
Less than a minute after making contact, they were in a furious firefight. The situation escalated to the point that the Special Assault Team had to be called in.
In a skirmish that lasted hours, dozens of men and women were killed, as well as three officers, and more than a dozen wounded. They fought to the last.
The investigation team gave a preliminary report that they believed they’d found the true face of the Seekers of Revelation.
A cold comfort, with Shinji still missing.
It was a few hours after that that the Control Room received an alert.
Someone had used Shinji’s ID card to access NERV.
Soon after that, a security team informed Misato that they had Shinji in custody.
Misato breathed a sigh of relief and wondered how to handle the situation. She had a feeling it was only getting started.
=][=
Ikari Gendo sat at his desk, in his office, pondering.
The attack on the train…it was a distraction and a waste of resources. Were his prodigal child not directly involved; he would have been happy to let things play out unmolested. NERV had better things to do than engage in petty squabbles.
But Shinji’s latest stunt merited…concern.
Gendo studied his son on the screen that sat on his desk. Shinji had, miraculously, been quiet since he’d been escorted to the brig. He was considered a flight risk while NERV’s investigation concluded.
Every day, Gendo saw less of Yui in the boy, and more of his own father.
Headstrong, brash, violent, rude. Utterly wasting the potential Yui bestowed upon him.
It moved something in his chest, a dull, sucking pain. Similar to the yawning void left behind by Yui. He crushed it, his path was set, he would keep moving forward.
But this? Evading notice for hours. Finding a covert organization that NERV, with several times his resources, had failed to find.
One did not just ‘wing it.’ That required training, highly specialized training that Gendo had not ordered or provided.
But who could have provided it?
The two he’d left Shinji with were worthless. They’d all but left him to his own devices since he was three. They had no pictures, no video, and the bare minimum of records.
Someone, at some point, had provided Shinji with specialized infiltration and urban survival training, and his useless guardians had missed it. It was the only possible explanation.
But who could have done it? SEELE? No, they’d been largely unaware of Shinji until Gendo had him brought in.
No…there was a third faction with their hand in this. But why would they play their hand so obviously? The’d had perfect stealth up until now…unless.
Gendo once again regarded his son.
His headstrong, brash, violent, rude, thoughtless…impulsive son.
This was not a third player announcing themselves as they came onto the board. This was his son going against orders to avenge the lives of the useless passengers.
Gendo hummed in thought.
How to manipulate this new faction into serving his goals? Especially when, other than the prodigal son’s failure, they were ghosts?
This would require careful consideration. And when the time came, decisive action.
Gendo put that matter out of his mind and sent a coded message to NERV’s second branch in the US.
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Kaiju Slaying For Death And Profit Ch 15

Good evening folks.
Not much to say this time. I'll save it for the writing update Soon(TM).
I'm legitimately falling asleep where I sit. So I'mma slap down the chapter for y'all, and hit the sack.
Hope y'all like it. Drop me a comment if you do!
Also if you don't. I'll just cry in the corner for a while if that's the case.
Here is the chapter. Have a good evening.
=][=
“Man, it’s been super awkward since Mister Shinji got shot.” Ibuki Maya said, leaning back on her chair and kicking her feet, her friends in the break room made agreeing noises.
“Tell me about it.” Kaede sighed, stirring her coffee. “At least you didn’t get his blood all over your uniform.”
Naomi smirked. “But I hear he flirted with you.”
Kaede choked. “If you call that flirting! He just said he liked my hairstyle and that he wasn’t sure if his girlfriend would seduce me with him!”
“You can’t blame him!” Maya chastised. “The pain medicine you gave him—”
Kaede made shushing noises. “I know, I know. He was hurt, and like you said, opioids. I won’t blame him for saying weird stuff when his judgement was compromised.”
Hana twirled one of the wavy black locks of her hair. “I mean, I’m not usually into younger men, but…”
Maya, Kaede and Naomi all stared at their friend in shock, Maya recovered enough to hiss. “Hana!”
“What? Have you looked at him?” Hana said with a smirk.
Kaede and Naomi looked away. Maya looked at them accusingly.
Hana sighed. “Look Maya, I get that your tastes might run tall svelte and blonde?” Maya felt her cheeks growing warm. “But most of us like big, brawny and feisty. Plus, have you seen how gentle he is with the First? Yeah, Shinji might be scary, but he’s definitely a catch.”
Kaede coughed into her hand before speaking. “Plus, you know, he’s pretty mature for his age. And he’s filthy rich. And the way he just, got shot three times and still put the man that did that to him down and was all stoic about it? If I hadn’t been busy staunching his bleeding I would have swooned.”
Naomi sighed. “Honestly if he were a few years older, the things I would do to that boy.”
Hana elbowed her side. “Hey, there’s bigger age gaps that are perfectly normal lately.”
Maya massaged her temples sullenly. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“Plus, the way he looks in a plug suit…” Kaede said tentatively, bringing up a mental image that made Maya’s cheeks warm up. “Honestly, I worry for the First, she’s so small and well…he isn’t.”
“Can we please talk about anything else?” Maya begged.
“What do you think of the Second?” Naomi asked.
Kaede made a face. “Honestly, I don’t like her. She was stuck up all through the time Shinji was down after defeating the Seventh Angel when she was the cause he got hurt in the first place! If she’d only worked with him then he probably wouldn’t have gotten hurt!”
Naomi made calming gestures. “She did kill the eighth.”
Kaede crossed her arms and huffed. “And almost got herself killed and an Eva lost in the process! Shinji killed five, the Eva only suffered extensive damage once, and he was severely hurt twice, the first-time protecting idiot civilians, the second because Asuka didn’t heed his advice and refused to support him! The Second may have better scores than Ayanami, but Ayanami is the one who helped Shinji kill the Seventh. The First Children had the worst machine and the worst record, but because she’s willing to work with Shinji, she saved the day where Asuka put the best, top-of-the-line machine down for weeks with nothing to show for it!”
Naomi sighed and took a sip of her tea. “Besides, he’s essentially an Ace but he remains humble. Anytime someone thanks him for what he does, he’s all adorably awkward.”
Hana smiled. “I know right? Then there’s the daddy issues, makes me just want to bundle him up in a hug and spoil him rotten.”
Against her better judgment, Maya stepped into the ring. “Hey! Don’t go trying anything! Him and Ayanami just got together!”
Hana’s smile became a little lecherous. “The West has a saying, ‘in wine, truth’ going by what he said to Kaede…”
“Oi, you keep me out of whatever you’re doing.” Kaede piped in, her face red enough that Maya wasn’t sure how much of what she was saying was obligation.
“Look, we all heard him say he wants a girl with big tits, and everyone at this table has a bigger set than Ayanami.”
“Hana!” Maya, Naomi and Kaede all said, outraged, long-suffering, and tired, respectively.
“I’m just willing to say what we were all thinking.” Hana said with a cheeky grin.
“Studying in America rotted your brain.” Kaede sighed. “You got infected with the American Mind Virus. You are essentially a Loud American. I should know better than to expect common decency from you.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me that if Shinji and Ayanami both proposed to spend a night together, you’d turn them down.” Hana stated.
“Of course we would!” Maya stated with conviction, then blinked and realized she was the only one who had spoken, she turned her betrayed eyes to her companions. “Naomi? Kaede?”
Naomi blushed and stared down at the table. Kaede…
“Erm…Don’t look at me like that, Maya, he checks a lot of my boxes, alright? My brothers thought I was into the wrestling scene because I liked the hobby, but actually…well…” Her face turned red from her neckline to her scalp. “I’ve always been into big manly men, and just look at him! He’s like a hundred kilograms of muscle! And he thinks I’m cute! And…and you know, he’s a fighter and…” She looked away and began pressing the fingertips of her index fingers against each other repeatedly and murmured. “Well, he’s saving the world, if the hero that’s saving the world wants a little comfort when he isn’t high because of pain drugs, who am I to tell him no?”
Maya felt like she’d been punched in the gut, which was strange, as she hadn’t been in a fight in her whole life and nobody had ever struck her, but she felt like she had, nonetheless. “And…and Ayanami?”
Kaede’s face, impossible as it should be, turned a darker red. “I’m not really into girls but…well she’s adorable, and tiny, and exotic, and Shinji likes her, and he seems to like very few people, so she’s probably okay so…I would not be against experimenting so long as both of them are okay with it and involved.”
Maya clutched her head. “I…I don’t know what to do with this information.”
Hana snorted. “Join us in darkness, we have cookies.”
The Angel attack alarm sounded just then, and the four of them scrambled out of their seats and ran to the control room, the conversation, for the moment, forgotten.
What Maya saw on the screen of the control room horrified her.
A black hole in orbit around Earth. An AT Field so powerful it trapped light itself and prevented it from escaping.
Maya analyzed the information she had access to and prepared her report.
“A kinetic orbital strike.”
Maya jumped and squeaked at the sudden baritone behind her. She turned around and found herself face-to-stomach with the Miracle Pilot wearing a comically tight NERV uniform and a regulation-violating baseball cap. “Eh?”
He leaned over her and pointed to the satellite image of the sea on her screen. “Look at those waves. Perfectly circular waves don’t exactly happen naturally, plus going by the time between photos, the strikes are hours apart and still propagating. That thing, whatever it is, is detaching a,” he squinted, “eight-to-ten-ton piece of itself and letting gravity do the rest. It’s done three strikes that fell in the ocean, assuming it was aiming for here…”
The geofront trembled as a low magnitude earthquake shook the ground.
Shinji smiled…no, no he didn’t smile.
He showed his teeth.
“We aren’t dead, meaning it missed, but by a decreased margin of error. Going by the timestamp of the second and third orbital strikes, we have about two hours before that thing takes another potshot…Maybe twelve before it drops on us.”
Maya gasped as new satellite imagery appeared on the screen, showing a large crater. “But…if a piece of itself caused that much damage, a strike with its whole body would destroy HQ!”
“And us along with it.” Shinji said, nodding calmly. “Which means Rei and I are going to have to catch it and toss it back…oh, and Asuka.”
Maya looked at him, flabbergasted. He spoke so casually about catching an attack from orbit. Maya was no ballistics expert, but that sounded impossible.
But…but Shinji had already done what was thought impossible before, why would it be any different now?
Maya felt her resolve harden, she and everyone else in the control room all felt calmer, there was a sudden surety of purpose, a sense that everything, truly, would be alright.
They had Shinji, he said he would handle it, so of course it would be handled. When had he ever failed them?
“There you are! You’re supposed to be in bed!”
Maya jumped at the scream and turned to see a frazzled looking nurse pointing accusingly at the Miracle Pilot.
“Woop woop woop woop woop!” Shinji made a weird noise, ran to the edge of the sheer drop and jumped over!?
Maya ran to the edge and looked down. Akagi Naoko had jumped from that height and killed herself! The best that could be hoped for would be a shattered spine!
She reached the edge…only to see Shinji making a controlled descent, using makeshift handholds and the smallest ridges to arrest his fall, landing on the bottom floor completely unharmed.
“For the love of God, SOMEONE STOP HIM!” The nurse shouted next to Maya, pointing down at the pilot, who wove between the confused personnel with little issue, and made his escape, the only sign of his passing a fading. “Woooooop!”
The nurse turned around and ran to the elevator, screaming into a radio. “He’s taken the West exit from the control room! Cut off the access routes and for crying out loud someone get Ayanami to corral him!”
Maya and the control room crew all watched in  confused silence as the nurse made her exit.
“Wh…What?” Maya asked.
=][=
Misato wasn’t sure how to feel about the current situation.
An orbital Angel that just might make a hundred-and-twenty kilometer wide crater. That was bad.
Under Directive D17, NERV and the UN had managed to evacuate Tokyo-3 in under ten hours, suffering less than three dozen casualties. A logistical miracle worthy of praise. That was good.
The Angel’s AT Field was so powerful that dozens of aerial N2 mines were about as effective as firecrackers. That was bad.
Its presence was causing an ECM storm that made long-distance communication impossible. The Director and Deputy Director both on a mission to Antartica, making Misato the seniormost officer in NERV. This was both good and bad.
Misato had put forward a plan to stop the Angel annihilating HQ. A crazy idea that the MAGI system predicted had a 99.9999997% chance of failure. This, predictably, received pushback from Ritsuko, and quiet but noticeable grumbling from the ranks. This was bad.
Shinji cockily strode into the room dressed in his Plug Suit and said he ‘liked the cut of your jib, Misato,’ and made a short but poignant speech about the Indomitable Human Spirit, and how the Pilots, with the help of NERV’s analysts and support staff, had put a halt on every apocalypse that had befallen them to date, and this one would be no different.
This had improved morale and quelled any discontent in the ranks (and, very notoriously and surprisingly, Ritsuko) about the suicidal attempt. This was good.
This drove home for Misato that Shinji’s Cult of Personality was growing past what might be easily controlled, if at all, as he’d made no allusion as to their mission being achievable. He merely stated he’d get it done, odds be damned and everyone, including those who should know better, had agreed. That was bad.
Now Misato stood in the Command Center. Out of all NERV’s staff who had been ordered to evacuate, more than two thirds had refused the order and insisted on manning their stations. And considering this included the security staff, Misato faced the very real possibility of a mutiny if she tried to force the issue. That was bad.
So, Misato sat on a shaky throne. A Senior Officer who effectively found herself beholden to one of her underlings behaving for her Command Authority not to collapse under her.
And the stack of complaints from the medical staff regarding Shinji’s (admittedly harmless) pranks and rabblerousing made any notion of his behaving a shaky proportion at best.
Misato felt a pang of guilt and pain at that, she…all of NERV really, knew so little about their most valuable asset. Until she read a report of Shinji somehow successfully impersonating a doctor for over an hour, actively being part of the search to find himself, she realized she’d mentally catalogued him as a necessary evil.
Reading the reports of his, to use his own word, ‘shenanigans’, was an enlightening experience.
The image painted by the reports was of an admittedly selfish but nonetheless good-hearted prankster. He never gave the staff a hard time once he was ‘caught’ or someone figured out the riddle he left behind, he followed the slightest and weakest nurse back to his room without complaint.
He only got up to mischief when the staff was having a slow day. And while his pranks were an annoyance and inconvenience, they weren’t harmful or truly disruptive. A growing number of the medical staff were even beginning to find them fun.
How he’d managed to sneak around the base and set up a scavenger hunt of all things…
The reports painted a much different picture from the cold, angry, deliberately misanthropic young man who was exactly as polite as necessitated by his contract and not an iota more.
And, having obsessed over the reports in her free time, desperate to find a pattern, a key that would help her reconcile this stranger with the young man she knew…the reason she found had been as obvious as it was heartbreaking.
Shinji’s coldness was proportional to how high in the NERV hierarchy one was. Those in positions of authority, and thus, close to his father, were treated with thinly veiled disdain.
The closer to the bottom one got, the warmer and friendlier Shinji became. To the point that it was a great shock to learn that the custodial staff had nothing but praise for the boy.
To see him go above and beyond, to shoulder the weight of the expectations of the entirety of NERV, and to have the temerity to tell people twice his age not to worry, everything would be alright because he was there and he would deal with it. It was eye opening, shocking, and dismaying to see the potential the boy squandered out of spite.
Misato could not help but wonder what they could achieve if Shinji’s attitude toward the upper echelons of NERV was less vitriolic. But she had to acknowledge that those doors were well and truly closed.
“Listen up you three.” Misato said and took a deep breath. She then went over the operation one final time.
The plan was as simple as it was daring. Spread the three Evas equidistant to each other at the edges of the predicted diameter of possible impact. The Angel’s AT Field was blocking all forms of tracking that weren’t visual, obfuscating its exact descent, so the three Pilots would have to eyeball it, catch it, and kill it.
And if they failed, Tokyo-3 and NERV HQ would be turned into slag and rubble.
“Everyone’s hopes are riding on you.” She finished gravely.
[Once we kill this thing, send someone to the supermarket and steal as much meat as possible. We’re having us a cookout!] Shinji declared suddenly.
[Steal? Aren’t you filthy rich?] Asuka butted in.
[I’m saving the world, the least I am owed is forgiveness for a Five Finger Discount.]
“The target has begun its descent.” Hyuga butted in.
“Operation start!” Misato called out; brief moment of levity forgotten.
The three Evas on the screen quickly worked up to a flat-out sprint, going from standing to 300 kilometers per hour in a matter of seconds. The three converging in the direction of the pitch-black sphere as it descended.
Misato felt her lips twitch into a smile. The MAGI predicted that Units 02 and 00 would both be able to reach the point of impact. Yeah, Tokyo-3’s streets would require extensive repair, an Eva at a flat-out sprint was not a discriminate tool, but Misato had a feeling that she would be forgiven the relatively minor damage.
That was when the black sphere shattered, revealing a rainbow-colored sphere with an AT Field projected in front of it. Before her eyes, the AT Field angled itself and the Angel moved.
“The Target’s AT Field has morphed! It’s changing trajectory!” Aoba said.
“Target’s speed increasing! New estimated impact site!” Hyuga said tensely.
Misato looked at the new information. Only for her thoughts to be surmised by the Pilots.
[Scheiße! I won’t make it in time now!] Asuka cursed.
Shinji, in contrast, sounded cold as he said. [Rei, just hold on until I get there. I believe in you.]
Before Misato’s eyes, Pilot 00’s synchronization rate rose by seven percent at Shinji’s words. [I will.]
“The target has morphed again!” Hyuga called out as the sphere unwrapped itself in a perverse parody of a blooming flower, the Angel’s body spreading out, it gained a core that looked like an eye, two stalks branching out into rainbow-colored petals, and all of it on fire from atmospheric friction. “Target speed increasing! Time to impact eight seconds!”
The NERV staff were forced to watch helplessly as Unit 00 skid to a stop under that descending mass and brought its AT Field to maximum, throwing its arms up to catch the descending Angel. The shoulders of everyone in the HQ hunching, teeth being grit in preparation of the impact that would decide their fate.
The Angel impacted and was repelled.
Rei screamed in agony as Unit 00 was driven to its knees.
But she’d stopped the Angel.
One of the screens beeped shrilly. “Unit 00’s spine has suffered a compression fracture! Micro-fractures of lower extremities!” Maya called out.
The Angel’s weight settled on the Eva, whose back bowed under the burden.
[Shinji, hurry!] Rei grunted.
Yet another alarm sounded. “Pilot 01’s synchronization rate is rising! One hundred! A hundred-thirty, hundred-seventy, two hundred! Two hundred and thirty!” Ritsuko shouted.
“Unit 01’s AT Field is deployed and morphing! It’s creating a…an airfoil!?” Maya called out.
On the screen, Unit 01 fell to all fours and pulled itself forward with its arms at the same time that it pushed itself forward with its legs, its extremities a blur.
“Unit 01 is accelerating! 350 kph, 450, 600, 800…” Hyuga said before falling silent, his mouth falling open.
Misato struggled to understand what was happening as, with a bass roar, Evangelion Unit 01 gained a condensation collar and created a shockwave that burst every window in its vicinity and turned over lighter cars.
“Unit 01.” Hyuga said slowly, robotically. Reporting out of habit as his brain failed to wrap around his reality. “Running at Mach 1.32.”
“What…what even is an Evangelion?” Aoba wondered in awe.
“Keep your heads in the game!” Misato snapped. Bringing both Aoba and Hyuga out of their trance.
Shinji reached Ayanami in seconds instead of the projected minutes. Unit 01 skidding to a halt on its knees next to the prototype. Its AT Field deployed with such force that the ground around it compressed in a circle and the light around it gained a purple hue.
[You get off my girl you worthless sack of shit!] Shinji shouted, the Evangelion throwing its arms up and pushing to its feet, raising the Angel off the embattled 00, then, with a half-hysteric laugh, he shouted. [This all you got? You have any idea how much I can lift!?]
Out of the center, a humanoid body was extruded, reaching out with two spindly arms, it cut two holes through Shinji’s AT Field and clasped hands with Unit 01.
[Hah! Gaaaaaaay!] Shinji shouted as Unit 01 grasped back hard enough to crush the Angel’s hands and draw blood.
Then the Angel’s arms turned into corkscrews, stabbing through Unit 01’s hands and into its shoulders.
[COCK SUCKER!] Shinji shouted in English, and went into a tirade as, behind the Angel, a jet of plasma formed, pushing it down further.
“Stigmatic wounds appearing on Shinji!” Maya called out, shouting over Shinji’s string of curses and insults. “His hands, arms and shoulders have lacerations, and three of his ribs have fractured!”
Unit 00 rose back to its feet on shaky legs and added its AT Field to Unit 01’s, relieving some of the pressure.
[02, the core!] Rei called out as one of the knees of 00 gave out, the ligament exploding out in a shower of gore.
[Don’t tell me what to do!] Asuka called out, arriving with twenty seconds to spare in the Evas’ battery.
Unit 02 jumped, tore through the hastily erected AT Field by the Angel, crashed into its humanoid body, and sank its progressive knife into the core in its chest to the hilt, screaming. [Sterb!]
The blade of the progressive knife broke off, leading to Asuka extruding more of the knife out of the handle and stabbing the core again.
After her third stab, the Angel’s core went dark, and with a bass, whale-like whimper, the great Angel-flower died and folded gently over the ground.
Unit 01 broke the corkscrew limbs and tackled 00 to the ground. Misato did not have a lot of time to wonder why as the Angel exploded, bringing the image on the screen to static as the blast destroyed the drones they’d been using to keep track of the situation.
Misato let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. As the Command Staff cheered, she whispered. “Thank you. The three of you. Thank you.”
The MAGI were compiling damage reports for the Tokyo-3 districts damaged during the operation and showcased a summary of the damage suffered by the Evas and the pilots.
Unit 02 had suffered minor damage. Nothing beyond smudged paint and cracked armor plates. Asuka vitals were all normal and she was in good health. Unit 02 would be back in action after little more than standard maintenance.
Unit 00 had suffered moderate damage, though the systems damaged were the slowest and costliest to repair. Ayanami’s vitals were elevated, but she was in good health overall. If it was repaired, it would take a few weeks before it was field-worthy once again.
Unit 01 had suffered severe damage, both of its arms were shattered, much of its ribcage was fractured, and it had torn several ligaments on its legs, much of it beyond the Hayflick limit. Shinji was wounded, his vitals were not normal, but he was steady and not declining. It would once again be weeks before Shinji could be given a clean bill of health, and months at the earliest when Unit 01 could be made operational once again.
[Oi…Rei, you okay?] Shinji asked over the radio, his voice rough and tightly controlled.
[I…will be well. You?]
Shinji grunted. [I’m good, it’s just a scratch.]
“His wounds are quite severe ma’am.” Maya said. “Permission to expedite his retrieval.”
Misato didn’t need to spend any time thinking on it. “Permission granted. Expedite Rei’s first, knowing him, he will refuse exfil until he knows she is secure.”
Aoba turned to Misato. “Long-range communication is back online. Incoming transmission from Director Ikari.”
Misato pushed herself to stand to attention before saying. “Patch him through.”
The moment the screen in front of her said the Director had been connected, she spoke. “My apologies, sir. My decisions resulted in damage to all three Evas, and the injuries of two Pilots. I take full responsibility for this operation, sir.”
[No matter, that is a small price to pay. The important thing is you defeated the Angel.] The Director said.
[Agreed, you performed excellently, Major Katsuragi.] The Deputy Director piped in.
“Thank you, sir.” Misato said, her shoulders unclenching.
[Patch me through to the Pilot of Unit 01.]
Misato blinked. She didn’t think that a good idea but had no choice in the matter as she motioned for Aoba to patch the call through.
[You did well. Good work, Shinji.] The Director said, giving the once-in-a-blue-moon bit of praise that precious few in NERV had ever received.
[I didn’t do it for you.] Shinji answered, his voice so cold and calm that Misato could perfectly picture his snarl as he spoke. [Never for you.]
There was a long pause before the Director spoke again, sounding almost wistful. [I understand. Nonetheless, you have my thanks. Major Katsuragi, I will leave you to handle the rest.]
“Yes sir!” She answered, and the Director cut communications. She went on about her duties, overseeing the retrieval.
After a few minutes, she snorted and turned to Hyuga. “Hey, go to the supermarket and buy the whole meat isle. I have enough authority to put that as an expense for this operation.”
Her words got another cheer from the NERV staff.
Thankfully, Misato didn’t need to cook during the cookout, she couldn’t cook anything that didn’t come out of a microwave.
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Kaiju Slaying For Death and Profit Ch 14

Wowee. Sorry for the late post. Was busy all of Saturday.
Good news! Unlike last week where I worked five twelve hour shifts. This past week I only worked three twelve hour shifts! The other two were nine hours! So I was able to make use of the saved brainpower to write this chapter.
I will admit, this chapter fought me. It didn't want to get written, but I persevered. I thank you for your patience.
That said, hope you like this chapter. let me know if you do in a comment.
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Fuyutsuki Kouzou strained to hear himself shout past the ringing in his ears. “Who discharged their weapon in the control room!?”
But as the useless question left his lips, his brain had already moved to the important detail. That had been three shots.
One may be a negligent discharge, but three in rapid succession? None of the technicians working in the Control Room were issued fully automatic weapons, meaning an idiot managed to get past the nearly obscene amount of screening, or far simpler and more likely, it was deliberate.
Judging by the lack of further gunshots and the sounds of the growing riot on the lower level, the issue had been handled one way or the other.
“Fuyutsuki, investigate.” Gendo demanded, making him withhold a sigh.
Without a word, he made his way downstairs and saw that just about every man and woman in the control room had piled on one of the technicians and were in the process of beating him to death, at first, he’d expected the security officers to take control of the situation, except they instead joined in on the beating. “Enough! What the hell is going on here!?”
It was then that he spotted it, Ikari Shinji, kneeling on the ground, a technician knelt next to him with an open first aid kit, pressing a gauze sodden with blood tightly to his side.
“Ika-Shinji, report!” He barked.
The young man smiled. “Exactly what it looks like, a schoolyard scuffle.” He coughed and a not insignificant amount of blood ended up on the floor in front of him. He looked dispassionately down at it and took a deep breath that audibly gurgled in his chest. “Oh, I’m pretty sure that’s bad. I should have shot myself with smaller caliber bullets, you know? Build up my immunity.”
“Can you be serious for two minutes!?” Kouzou demanded.
“Oh, you don’t want that.” Shinji said with a blood speckled grin. “After those two minutes are up, I’ll never be serious again. I’ll have to pick and choose the best time for serious now, maybe do it in two to five second increments, really be miserly with it, it’s gotta last me for the rest of my life.”
“Takeru walked up to Shinji, pointed his side arm, shouted ‘God is great’ and shot him.” The technician, Kaede if he recalled her name correctly, said. “Shinji reacted in time to knock the barrel down so the bullet hit him on the torso instead of his head. Takeru managed to pull the trigger two more times before Shinji hit him across the jaw and sent him to the floor, everyone else jumped Takeru before he could get up. Shinji has been shot three times, I do not see an exit wound, I believe his lung may be punctured, I’ve already called for a medic.”
“You talk very fast, and has anyone told you you’re very pretty? You’ve got that ‘girl next door’ look going, it really works well for you. How do you manage to make your bangs curve forward like that? It’s really unique.” Shinji said with a slight slurring to his words, and only now did Kouzou realize his pupils were heavily dilated.
“I gave him something for the pain.” Kaede said. “It seems to have made him rather…loose lipped.”
“I’d ask you out, but I’m pretty sure I have a girlfriend, and I’m not sure if she’s bisexual enough yet to join me in seducing you.”
Kouzou left the two behind, turned and shouted. “Stop! I need him alive!”
Unfortunately, by the time the mob calmed down enough to listen, the assailant had very literally been trampled to death.
=][=
Ritsuko tried not to fidget as Director Ikari glared around the table.
“How did we miss this?” Director Ikari demanded. “Our power compromised, one of our pilots nearly assassinated, and the lower levels-!” He cut himself off and grit his teeth.
Someone had done the impossible, someone had exfiltrated NERV HQ with a hoard of semi-sapient clones of Rei, in complete stealth. Not only was Pilot 00 no longer disposable, the Dummy Plug system project was dead in the water mere days before completion of the manufacturing pipeline. They currently only had two of the machines ready, and seeing as to they were one-use devises and prototypes at that, their existence was a cold comfort.
Vice Director Fuyutsuki sighed and asked. “What’s the condition of the pilot?”
Ritsuko stood and answered. “Shinji’s surgery went well, the lung had collapsed by the time the surgery team began treatment, but once drained and sown it reinflated without issue. The three bullets were lodged in his ribs, two of them on the front, breaking two ribs and causing sympathetic fractures elsewhere in his thoracic cage, and one in the back. We are lucky that only one slipped between his ribs to damage his organs and that it missed the heart entirely, were it not for his tricho-dento-osseous syndrome he’d have been shot in the heart. Of note, he was much less resistant to opioids compared to last time we had to medicate him, its my current hypothesis that a recent high synchronization with an Eva boosts the body’s resilience against toxins…somehow. He’s expected to make a full recovery, I’m told he’s already ambulatory and, for once, politely complaining about hospital food. He should be counted as walking wounded and should be well enough to resume synchronization tests in a month. I expect he will be back to full functionality in six to eight weeks.”
Vice Director Fuyutsuki nodded. “Good.”
Gendo leaned forward. “Can anything be done to speed Pilot 01’s recovery?”
Ritsuko suppressed her surprise. “There are some experimental treatments bu—”
“Do it. We need him back to fighting fit before the next Angel arrives.” Gendo demanded.
“Sir, I must protest! The potential long-term effects—”
Gendo cut her off with a slashing motion. “Are inconsequential if our endeavor fails in the short term. Do it.”
“Yes sir.”
Vice Director Fuyutsuki piped in again. “Were the Magi damaged by the power outage?”
Ritsuko tramped down her anger and flipped to a different page on her clipboard. “The Magi themselves are in good condition thanks to all available power being redirected to them. After I was flown back to base, I was able to run decoy programs on the Magi, hopefully at least somewhat obfuscating the order in which our systems came back online.”
She answered more technical questions, giving her findings on the specific form the sabotage had taken, before the topic shifted to what she considered to be the Progress Meeting’s most worrisome topic.
Misato stood. “After this incident we conducted an investigation into NERV’s ranks, as of last count we have six missing personnel, one dead, three who were battered and left unconscious with enough anesthetic in their system to keep them down for a few hours, but largely unharmed. The only link we could find between five of the missing personnel and Hayashi Takeru, was that they were members of the religious organization called ‘Seekers of Revelation’ best known for their humanitarian works and, more recently, relief efforts for those affected by Angel attacks. We are beginning an investigation into their activities. Sato Momoe worked as a nurse in the lab, she has gone missing, but I have my doubts as to her involvement, she was last seen heading to the office of Watanabe Kenzo, where we found signs of a struggle and some blood.
“It seems likely that the five missing NERV employees were religious extremists and launched this attack to take advantage of the chaos after an Angel attack to achieve whichever goal they had, with Hayashi Takeru attacking Shinji as a target of opportunity. Sato Momoe is either involved or ran afoul of this group. She is missing, presumed dead. The three battered technicians have already recovered and are back to their duties, we have them under observation in case their seeming innocence is a ruse.”
“This is utterly unacceptable.” Gendo snarled. “Major, you are to work with the Intelligence Division, do whatever you need, requisition whatever you require, find the ones responsible and eliminate them.”
“Yes sir.”
“To think NERV is brought low for the first time, not by the monsters seeking to end humanity, but by our fellow Man.” Vice Director Fuyutsuki said with a wry grin. “It would be funny if it weren’t so tragic…Doctor Akagi, what is the status of the Evas after our last operation?”
Ritsuko sighed and flipped to the correct page on her clipboard. “Unit 02 suffered some damage, and the localized Type-D gear needed to be scrapped, but thanks to Rei’s unprompted actions we were able to recover Unit 02, Unit 01 suffered some damage as a result but…”
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Asuka Langley Soryu walked through NERV HQ with her head held high.
She’d done it, she’d proven herself.
She was now the Pilot with the second most Angel kills in the world, her record currently sitting at 1.5, one of only two people in the world with a solo kill.
Asuka had redeemed herself. In her own eyes as well as the eyes of NERV!
Sure, she hadn’t quite managed to stick the landing, needing the First…needing Rei to save her.
But that didn’t matter cause it had nothing to do with the Angel kill.
And now, now she was going to the Third, and she would force him to recognize her greatness!
He got lucky! Did he fight a fish Angel a kilometer deep in magma? No! He’d had it easy!
That big nepo baby got to fight on firm ground! With a whole city full of defenses to back him up!
He was weak and he knew it! He ‘killed’ the twin Angel? No, Rei killed the twin Angel! He was only involved!
He wasn’t all that! He’d had no right to mock her for what she thought were going to be her defiant last words! And now he’d gone and got himself shot!
Which was bad, if only for Rei’s sake. If Mr. Kaji got shot, Asuka would be…distraught. And she’d do her best to nurse him back to health.
Now, Asuka was going to go see him, hurt as he was, and her superior presence and immaculate genes, could only serve to speed up his healing.
She would also wish him a speedy recovery. Maybe get him a bottle of water.
Because she was magnanimous like that.
And for no other reason.
She prepared to announce herself, taking a deep breath as was right and proper before any loud declarations. Only to pause as she heard voices inside.
The door to the Third’s room was slightly ajar, allowing for hints of a conversation to float out and Asuka to peek in.
She could see the big oaf laying on his hospital bed, the room full of flowers, chocolates, sodas, and other get-well gifts, but what surprised her most was the head of blue hair resting on his chest as Rei lay next to him, on the side opposite where he got shot. His arm wrapped casually around her waist.
“Don’t care.” Rei murmured petulantly, hunching more tightly against the big oaf’s side.
The Third sighed exaggeratedly. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Hold me.” Rei demanded calmly.
“Besides the obvious, dummy.” Shinji said with a fond chuckle.
Asuka felt her face burn bright red. Which was patently ridiculous! She’d gotten a front-row seat to people fucking since she was five! They were cuddling! And it wasn’t even after a steamy make out session, he was too hurt from getting shot and might pop his stitches!
This was completely tame cuddling!
But if so…why did it make her chest hurt to see it? Why was her mouth suddenly dry? Why was she clenching her hands so hard so she wouldn’t reach out to grasp this thing she so desperately wanted?
Asuka turned around and stalked away, biting her lip hard enough to distract herself. Maybe she’d see what Misato was up to.
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Some part of her understood that she was different.
Not just different from other people. She’d known and felt that all along. No. She was different from before Shinji came into her life.
He was involved in many of her ‘firsts.’
The first time she felt the warmth of another.
The first time she consumed something other than vitamins and hyper-condensed caloric capsules.
The first time she ate something warm.
The first time she drank a soda, it had foreign letters. She had, through some effort, learned her new favorite drink was called ‘sunny little apple.’
The first time someone risked life and limb, so she would not be the one to face such a danger.
The first time she felt joy, and pride, and happiness, and more, after being praised for a job well done. When she gave him the small piece of the Angel she’d been able to smuggle away from NERV.
The first time the fog in her mind lifted.
Considering she was still medicated, that she could feel her medications trying to turn her back into the placid little doll that Director Ikari and Doctor Akagi had, over time, turned her into. This was a more overt change, one she appreciated, but struggled to understand.
She wasn’t his doll. Nor anymore. She could choose whose doll she was, and she was not Director Ikari’s.
She could choose whose doll she was, and she had chosen Director Ikari’s far worthier son.
Director Ikari could debate, he could cajole, he could make the truth sound like a lie, and the most terrible lie ring like indisputable, self-evident truth.
Shinji was not as good with words as his father was.
He could be.
He had the same capacity to lie with the truth. To lead another by the nose until they arrived at the conclusion that served Shinji the best, and he’d make them think all the while that it was their idea.
But Shinji chose not to do that, not for anything he considered important. For those he considered important, he let his actions speak for him.
And now…now she’d almost lost him. Someone had nearly torn him away from her forever. And for both his safety and her own, she could not afford to show him that she was his.
Shinji’s father had taken an osprey to the grave of his dead wife, on the anniversary of her death.
Shinji had come too.
Shinji hurt.
He hid it well, but Rei could tell that he hurt. In the furrow of his brow, in the downward curl of his lip. He obfuscated his hurt with anger, anger he directed at his father.
They said things to each other, standing over that empty marker that pretended to be a grave.
Angry things. Hurtful things.
The son shouted them, the father murmured them.
Both of them meant the things they said.
Both of them lied.
Both of them hurt each other because they had forgotten any other way to interact.
Or, perhaps, they never learned any other way.
They parted in bad terms.
Shinji’s anger quelling for a moment as he spotted her through the canopy of the Osprey.
Director Ikari climbed onto the vehicle and instructed the pilot to leave before he was seated. He sat next to her, close enough to make her uncomfortable. Mere months ago, such proximity would have felt natural to her. A fact of life. Nothing of consequence. Unworthy of mention.
It was only until Shinji did it, that she’d finally understood what that proximity was meant to be, until he filled a yawning void that she’d been unaware of she carried within her.
Director Ikari composed himself, turned to her and with a very natural smile asked. “So, how is it going, Rei? How do you feel?”
Rei wanted to tell him to stop talking to her. To let her leave, to walk with his son so she could bask in his warmth. Revel in the touch of his callused hand. To lose herself in the baritone of his voice.
To once again feel complete, and warm, and safe.
But she couldn’t. Not without letting Director Ikari know she was no longer his doll. She could only afford short indulgences, only when going without was too painful to bear.
“No problems.” She answered, hiding the anger, the resentment, the betrayal. Hiding everything she felt. Because to do otherwise would only result in him taking a firmer stance against Shinji. “I’m going to see Doctor Akagi tomorrow, and I’ll go to school the day after that.”
“Good.”
They continued conversing, about work, about meaningless things. He in reminiscence of someone he had long ago lost. Speaking at her, not with her.
Her?
She made him think she was still his.
Because that is what was best for her Shinji.
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