Chapter Sixteen
Shinji found a quiet spot by standing up at break and heading for the roof. Not so surprisingly, nobody followed him.
He reached for the rooftop and closed the door behind him, before hugging himself and sitting down, his back against the wall.
"You couldn't have known," I began, but he shook his head.
"What I said before," he said, "I'm feeling sick just remembering it."
"What? Taking a stand?"
"I just...I felt so angry," Shinji mumbled. "I should have said something else."
"Probably," I shrugged. "But what could you have said?"
"I don't know...but I told them something like 'You owe me your lives!'"
"That's not a lie," I pointed out. "Everyone on this world owes his life to you."
Shinji shook his head. "But I'm just a boy. It's the Eva who..."
"An Eva only you can pilot makes you a fundamental part of it."
Shinji slowly unpacked his lunch. "I'm not hungry."
"Well, I'm never hungry, but I eat in order to remember the tastes," I said, and 'pulled' the lunch over. "Still, don't beat yourself up over something you had no control over."
Shinji tried a weak nod, but otherwise remained huddled in his corner.
"How was it meant to go?" Shinji asked.
"The Angel would have attacked you, you would have gone down. Then, the Eva would have woken up and proceeded to kill the Angel...I think it was when you were thrown against the buildings, maybe the debris that fell killed one on the spot and the other later...It would answer why there was a delay with the chain."
Shinji turned quiet.
"He would have become one of my friends?" Shinji asked.
"Yes, and then you would have fought and nearly killed him later on," I replied calmly. "After an Angel entered his Eva, forcing you to battle it."
Shinji gasped for air, and clenched the neck of his shirt. "Why?"
"Because one of the upcoming Angel would take possession of the Eva in question, that's why."
"Are more people going to die?"
"That is obvious," I replied calmly. "You know, up until now, I thought 'the people who aren't meant to die are not going to die before their time' but you see, it appears I was wrong. There's no hardcoded immortality. A butterfly can and will erase from the maps a city, apparently. So...nothing changes."
"How can you say that?" Shinji asked.
"If I hadn't been here...then yes, maybe Toji would still be alive...but would you have known it? Would you have known he wasn't meant to die? No. This feeling you're feeling right now is no different than what a you without me would feel. The difference is, we can still strive to make things better. Shinji, you're also a soldier. You're in a war against the Angels. So...you need to learn how to fight, and the weapons with which you're going to fight."
"I'm not a soldier," Shinji murmured. "I'm barely a hero."
"Oh well," I shrugged. "I think I have a song somewhere around here," I said offhandedly, going through my Ipod selection. "Ah, 'I'll make a man out of you ' from Disney's film Mulan sounds just..."
"How can you be fine about it?" Shinji asked abruptly.
"What do you mean?"
"Two people died, and you're...flipping through your music library!"
"I did say you can't change the past, right?" I replied softly.
"Still, you told me to fight!" Shinji said, "Shouldn't you feel some guilt over it?"
I sighed. "I apologize, but being an incorporeal entity, with a complete lack of chances of relations if not with the person whom I am chained to does not aid my fragile psychological state much."
Shinji frowned, not understanding what I was saying. I was being pretty vague myself.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Shinji...everything around you disappears, and you wake in a foreign land with the ability to talk only with another person, and to interact with objects but not with the rest of the world...I mean...you're my only contact with the rest of the world. Sure, you're a good kid and all...but I can't even surf the net, or watch a movie, or play a game, and what about my family, my friends, my life? Yanked away like this," I snapped my fingers, "So what if two persons died when they shouldn't have? Maybe you'll save someone destined to die now."
A light breeze ruffled Shinji's hair. I sighed and brought my hands crossed behind my head, letting my form float softly against the wall.
"You have it tough too," Shinji muttered after a while.
"Great Scott, indeed my friend," I drawled out. "You're Captain Obvious, aren't you?"
Shinji bristled, but I shrugged and smiled. "Take this as a joke, Shinji. I'm not insulting you. It's friendly banter. You know how it works?"
Shinji shook his head.
"Well," I said. "Friends say 'You shouldn't go this fast'. Best friends say something like 'You idiot! We're all going to die!' 'Don't sweat it! I've got this!'."
"Uhm..."
"Or, you know," I remarked. "Something like saying 'I'll take this in the name of the great nation of Shade!' rather than 'Mind if I borrow your eraser?' sort of thing."
Shinji chuckled. "The great nation of Shade?"
"The great Shade nation. Where everything is under a shade, and there are shades, nightshades, and everything shady is done under the shades."
"And what about the Shinji nation?" he asked.
"Well, if that's your nation, then you should think about what you want into it. I suggest you remember to feed your people. They get cranky if they're not fed."
Silence descended once more.
With Shinji, 'silence' was an actual mean of communication. Just as 'yelling' was Naruto's.
It became the routine.
Shinji wasn't bullied in class -frankly, being an Eva pilot actually gave him a sort of fan-base, even though nobody dared get close to him- but he didn't make friends, at all.
Kensuke kept his glare full on, and so did Shinji.
Two weeks passed with Shinji doing homework -and I helping when it came to Math or English...because Japanese History was definitely not my forte. And since I 'pulled' over the school books, which I could read even though they were in Japanese...probably, he had the aid of an always present 'Ghost-Speaker' when it came to answering questions in class.
The word-of-mouth gave thus the vision of Shinji Ikari as a smart young boy with a prideful streak in his defense of Japan while piloting the Eva.
It couldn't have been more far from the Canon-Shinji, but it was good to see a positive change for one.
Even if the Class-Rep every now and then glared at him from behind his back.
I sighed. There was a sort of 'romance' going on between her and Toji, wasn't it?
Still...two weeks.
And finally, Rei Ayanami entered the classroom bandaged heavily.
Shinji didn't gasp or stare at her.
Well, he did stare a bit, but not much.
"Welcome back Ayanami," the teacher said with a kind voice, as the girl merely ignored her and sat down at her seat.
Shinji didn't turn, but scribbled down on his notebook.
'What's her story?'
I took a deep breath.
"That's a very, very, very long story...potentially, a mind-breaking one."
Shinji grimaced.
I had told him that Gendo Ikari had designed various levels of 'Screwing Up Shinji' in his plan.
'What can you tell me?'
"She's the pilot of the Eva zero-zero," I said. "If you hadn't sortied immediately, she would have gone in your place...or at least, your father would have ordered her to pilot, and then you would have stepped in to stop her and go."
I turned thoughtful.
"She's wounded like that because her unit went berserk when she tried to synchronize with it, in case you're curious. And she lives alone, can't take care of herself, and has no knowledge of what 'emotions' are or how to act. There's a good reason for it, but basically...consider her an emotionally stunted newborn who barely knows how to function."
Shinji gave me a stiff nod.
On the rooftop during break, I quietly floated down to be at Shinji's seated level as he took a chessboard.
"So, ready to get schooled once more, Shinji?" I asked with a light grin.
"We're five to eight, Shade," he replied calmly.
"That's just because you're lucky, that's what," I remarked.
"You keep on saying that, but chess isn't about luck," Shinji said, and made his first move.
"I think you misplace my own pawns willingly, that's what," I grumbled, and gestured for the horse to go on the offense. "Blitzkrieg! I call blitzkrieg!"
"It doesn't mean anything what you're saying."
"It doesn't have to," I sighed. "I declare the horses go first as a blitzkrieg. They will sacrifice themselves to soften the blows of the incoming peon armada."
Shinji chuckled nervously. "That's not how you play chess."
"I know, but playing 'simply' chess is boring. And you know," I waved my hand around. "There's the 'symbolism' of chess being a similar thing to war while in fact it's utter bollocks."
He moved another pawn, and I had him move my second horse. "You see, you don't wait for the enemy's turn in the war. You should take the advantage, strike at them and relentlessly pursue. Playing the waiting game is stupid, because it's filled with unknown variables. At least, when you attack, you know that you're attacking, and you know with what forces...sure you don't know the defenses, but..."
I hummed. "Usually, you mount the attack because you know what's waiting for you, and you think you're going to win...but the most important thing is that during the attack..."
I moved a pawn to free the road for my rook.
"Is to have the first line know they're going to die, and have them accept it and charge forward all the same."
I gently tapped the horse, even though my finger went through it. "If this were real life, the horse would refuse to move. 'Why Should I go to my death? Why don't you go?' and the answer's obvious. 'Because I'm the King. Because I'm the one who guides you.' But even that has its limits. The end of the line is..."
I gestured at the king. "Because there is something you must protect."
"You mean, like how I protect the world by piloting the Eva, right?" Shinji asked.
"Well, that too," I nodded. "Just remember, no matter what, protect. That will be enough. Even without the Eva," I added softly. "It is not the Eva that defines you, but you who define the Eva. Keep that in mind when you meet Asuka, in case I won't be there."
Shinji nodded.
The door of the rooftop opened suddenly.
"Pilot Ikari," Rei Ayanami stood by the doorway, heavily bandaged.
Shinji frowned. "Ayanami?"
"Why are you here?"
Shinji shrugged. "I'm playing chess."
Rei inclined her head to the side.
"Alone?"
"Try to smile without looking creepy Shinji," I said with a knowing nod. "Come on Romeo! Deliver upon us in the crowd a macho line! 'I was waiting for a beauty such as yourself to near me!' or go Emo and go with 'Alone is all the company I need!' get it going, Shinji!"
Shinji spluttered and I laughed.
As Rei didn't move, in wait for an answer, Shinji smiled softly. "I was playing with a good friend."
"Aw...that's so unfair," I said with another chuckle. "She can't see me."
Rei predictably frowned. "There is no one else on the rooftop, Pilot Ikari."
"Just because you can't see him, doesn't mean he's not real," Shinji replied with a shrug.
"Ask her if she wants to play chess," I said. "And while you're at it, add the cheesy line by excellence 'Do you wanna be my friend, pwetty please?'."
Shinji turned an embarrassingly red color, and I laughed a bit harder at that.
Suddenly, I felt my stomach twist in a type of pain that made my face blanch and my eyes widen.
I had forgotten what pain felt like.
Shinji was looking at Rei, and didn't notice.
I clenched my stomach, my heart, my chest, the pain seemed to be all-encompassing.
It was like feeling your very own innards revolt and twist and brutally try to murder each other.
I floated below the level of the ground and literally barfed and spewed out everything I had eaten -which was nothing. There was nothing I was spewing out if not a thick, crimson liquid that eerily reminded me of blood.
I gasped for air as the spewing ended, and my body trembled a bit more. I breathed, deeply, the taste of blood still thick on my mouth.
Quietly, I extracted my bloc notes.
With a shaky breath and a half-steady handwriting, I scribbled down one more point on my 'rules'.
9) There is a time limit. The penalty is pain...or death?
// Despair will (not) end. Angst will (not) fall. Plot Twist will (not) Twist.