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Of course i know it but i just want to see Post 3.3 Rebuild cast get sent to BW verse.
Broken Wings [NGE]
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Of course i know it but i just want to see Post 3.3 Rebuild cast get sent to BW verse.
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You know there are a few fan fics that I would like to see crossover to the BW Wings verse:
One Mistake By birthofthecool
A few decisions change everything and Third impact never happens. Asuka and Shinji grow closer until one day a past mistake threatens both. Is happiness possible for the two of them?
Cosmonaut by shelter (I actually feel sorry for Gendo here
)
30 years after Third Impact, Rei watches over an immobile Gendo Ikari as he enters into his last days, while trying to make sense of her place in a world that has moved on.
Broken Home By FreckledBitches(better yet known as Reality Ensues)
Time heals all wounds... Yeah, right.
Scenario no Yui By GuppyLips
What if Gendo Ikari had went into Unit 01 instead of Yui? we wiil find out what the ramifications such an action has for the Eva universe. (I really want to see BW Wing Risukto meet SNYNaoko Akagi:lol)
Winding Road by YoungBoch
Set a few years after the last angel falls. (BW Wings Asuka and Ria are going to be SHOCKED when they find out what happed to WR!Asuka when she left NERV)
One Mistake By birthofthecool
A few decisions change everything and Third impact never happens. Asuka and Shinji grow closer until one day a past mistake threatens both. Is happiness possible for the two of them?
Cosmonaut by shelter (I actually feel sorry for Gendo here
)30 years after Third Impact, Rei watches over an immobile Gendo Ikari as he enters into his last days, while trying to make sense of her place in a world that has moved on.
Broken Home By FreckledBitches(better yet known as Reality Ensues)
Time heals all wounds... Yeah, right.
Scenario no Yui By GuppyLips
What if Gendo Ikari had went into Unit 01 instead of Yui? we wiil find out what the ramifications such an action has for the Eva universe. (I really want to see BW Wing Risukto meet SNYNaoko Akagi:lol)
Winding Road by YoungBoch
Set a few years after the last angel falls. (BW Wings Asuka and Ria are going to be SHOCKED when they find out what happed to WR!Asuka when she left NERV
)
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Don't forget about this for crossover BW or rebuild
NGE: Walking in the Shadow of Dreams Chapter 3: Man I used to Be, an evangelion fanfic | FanFiction ( for something funny , make Ria meet Ariel , Rebuild cast meet NGE : SoD cast )
NGE: Walking in the Shadow of Dreams Chapter 3: Man I used to Be, an evangelion fanfic | FanFiction ( for something funny , make Ria meet Ariel , Rebuild cast meet NGE : SoD cast )
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You know I'm okay with people making crossover omakes if they want.
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So I just found out about something that makes Rebuild Misato more of a jerkass
This is concept art of Mari and Asuka casually skating on one of dishes of the Wunder. Now take a good long look on what is on their neck... yep your eyes do not deceived you those are DSS chokers on their necks.
Maybe they too are wearing the chokers in the movie? It would partially explain why Asuka is calling Shinji brat instead of the usual stupid.
This is concept art of Mari and Asuka casually skating on one of dishes of the Wunder. Now take a good long look on what is on their neck... yep your eyes do not deceived you those are DSS chokers on their necks.
Maybe they too are wearing the chokers in the movie? It would partially explain why Asuka is calling Shinji brat instead of the usual stupid.
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I'm becoming more and more convinced that Ria's internal reaction to Shikinami and Mari will be "What the fuck is that, kill it with fire". Because a bomb collar on Shinji is a sign of a lack of trust, a bomb collar on Mari and Shikinami is a sign there is something going on with both pilots that they can't control and Misato is scared ofSo I just found out about something that makes Rebuild Misato more of a jerkass
This is concept art of Mari and Asuka casually skating on one of dishes of the Wunder. Now take a good long look on what is on their neck... yep your eyes do not deceived you those are DSS chokers on their necks.
Maybe they too are wearing the chokers in the movie? It would partially explain why Asuka is calling Shinji brat instead of the usual stupid.
Anyways, I've had a busy couple of weeks at work but I'm hoping to have the final part of chapter 7 within the next few days.
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Going by how Ria has acted so far, especially regarding how she feels about her family, seeing the rebuild pilots and Misato may bring out Zeruel a bit, especially if it's post Okita revelation.
Chapter 7 Part 5
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Touji thought he'd feel somewhat better with Kodama out of interrogation, but he didn't. Seeing her sleeping by Hikari and Kenny, exhaustion finally having beaten their grief, only reminded him that until tonight, he had always thought of Okito as the good kid.
He didn't have favorites. At least, he hoped he didn't. But Okito had always been much better behaved. He got into trouble and had a stubborn streak, sure, but compared to Kodama…
Willful was a kind way of describing her. She had always resented Hikari's more conservative ways and was prone to needless poking and prodding of other people. Always trying to get a rise out of others.
He loved her, nothing could change that. But she was a handful. Okito had curbed the worst of her behavior. Without him around, Touji wasn't sure what she would do.
He had betrayed all of them from the moment he was born. Touji had been sleeping meters away from a monster for over a decade and never suspected a thing.
Worst part of it was he could never fully trust Kodama or Kenny ever again. While if either of them were like Okito they almost certainly would have revealed themselves then, there was still this lingering kernel of doubt in the back of his mind. Okito had been putting on an act for sixteen years without once giving either Touji or Hikari reason to doubt him. If one Angel could pull that off, who knows what any of them were really capable of.
His phone started to vibrate silently in his pocket. He hesitated. The last phone call he received had torn his family apart.
Reluctantly, he answered it.
"Hello?" he said, exhausted.
"...Hi," a voice said hesitantly.
Touji's heart skipped a beat.
"Kensuke?" he said breathlessly.
"Touji?" Kensuke Aida replied. "You...you sound different."
He had almost completely forgotten that Kensuke had returned in the madness of the past few hours. Hearing his voice again after twenty years made Touji collapse into a chair.
This wasn't the day for this. He wasn't ready for this conversation.
"Sorry man, I got old," Touji replied.
"...Is this a bad time? You sound distracted," Kensuke asked.
For a brief moment, Touji pushed yesterday out of his mind.
"No, no it's fine. How are you doing?"
/
"How...How did you know?" Shinji asked.
His deepest regret had been laid bare to her all these years and yet Ria didn't seem to hold any scorn or blame for him. How? How could anyone look at what he did and just forgive?
Then again, he had just more or less forgiven Ria for what she had done, so fair is fair.
"Death for an Angel is... well, was rather complicated." Ria struggled to find the proper words. "I don't quite remember everything, but I saw flashes of the battles after mine. Arael, Tabris. Emotions more than real images. But I can picture Third Impact, parts of it anyways. Like I was there, watching from above. I saw and heard what you did... you can't blame yourself for that for the rest of your life."
"Millions have died because of me," Shinji argued.
"And how many would have died if I'd won?" Ria countered. "How many would have died if SEELE won? You were broken, pushed to the edge of madness by what you had witnessed and suffered. You made a mistake, true. But you were a child given power no one, not even a mentally healthy adult should have. And you tried to undo it. If you had the power you would undo it completely. You're willing to overlook what I did, which was done with far worse intent and would have wiped out everyone. If you're willing to overlook that, you should be willing to forgive yourself."
He wished it was that easy.
Asuka entered, looking like she had maybe ten minutes of sleep since the attack.
"Everything alright?" she asked.
"Not great," Shinji admitted, "but better than expected."
"Are we going to have that conversation now?" Ria asked.
"Conversation?" he questioned.
"The conversation where you both ask me about what it's like to be a big giant monster in a teenage girl meat-suit."
Oh, lovely.
"Though come to think of it," Ria rambled on, "I'm pretty sure that Okito just created that Sachiel form around himself and was controlling it from the inside. Wasn't even aware we could do that.I mean that's physically producing tons of mass in a matter of moments-"
"Focus, Ria," Asuka said.
"Right, right. Sorry."
Asuka sighed, she didn't want this conversation anymore than Shinji did.
"What happened last night, it changed things. I wish it didn't but it did," Asuka admitted.
"I know," Ria said solemnly.
Asuka went on. "Yesterday was not your fault. We were all deceived. All things considered, you did the best you could."
Ria nodded
"But what we saw, it-" Asuka grew hesitant and uneasy. "It changed how we see you."
"We still love you, though, that hasn't changed," Shinji insisted.
"I know, you've both done a good job of making that clear," Ria answered. "And thank you."
Good, the worst thing right now would be Ria feeling like she's been abandoned.
"What I saw last night frightened me," Asuka admitted. "And if that affects how I act towards you, I am sorry."
Ria leaned back her seat, gazing up at the ceiling. "It can't be helped."
"I have quite a lot of questions, about what you are," Asuka explained. "If it's too personal you don't have to answer, but otherwise please try to explain to us as best I can."
Ria nodded. "I'll try. Keep in mind though, Okito is the only other Angel I've spoken to or had any sort of interaction with. So whatever they're planning beyond murdering the Pilots I'm completely in the dark about."
"So Kodama and Mari are both human?" Shinji asked.
Ria nodded in affirmation.
That was a relief. A shame they couldn't prove it to anyone, not even Touji, but it brought a small measure of comfort.
"Why did you only interact with Okito?" Asuka questioned. "I mean, if you have a secret that big, wouldn't it have been better to talk to more than one person about it?"
Ria shrugged. "Didn't see the need. Before Okito and I realized what the other was, I thought I was alone in the world. That frightened me, when I realized I wasn't alone, I was happy, but I realized I didn't really need anything beyond that. Okito was my friend, the others... I didn't care one way or another about them. We weren't exactly a family. We were each our own nation, sovereign and independent of each other. We fought alone and we died alone. They aren't my family and it's baffling to me that Okito treats them as such."
She buried her head in her hands.
"Everything Okito has done since this started baffles me. It can't just be fear of being exposed. He's the one who revealed us to the world. If he had just stayed put and listened to what I was telling him, they would have left without any of us being caught. Okito's an idiot but he's not brain dead. I would have noticed if he was. There has to be something more going on."
Shinji had suspected as much.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Don't know," Ria said. "A Fourth Impact is impossible. It would probably be just as deadly to us even if it was. So it's probably smaller scale than that."
"So," Asuka said, briefly looking down at a notepad, "Moving on to the biggest question I can think of: What exactly are you? Are you the soul of an Angel that somehow was changed into looking human, are you human but you have a second soul that's an Angel, or is it more like possession or something parasitic?"
Shinji glared at Asuka with annoyance.
"Don't call our daughter a parasite," he scolded.
"I'm not calling her a parasite!" Asuka said defensively.
"I don't actually know," Ria admitted.
Shinji and Asuka stared at her.
"I mean I think I'm the first one, probably," Ria went on. "Never had any other voice in here but myself, though my thoughts have been a bit scattered since last night. I mean, I suppose I could be any of them. Pretty sure I didn't take over this body, then again memories are kind of foggy for anything before I was two, but that could just be the brain. Memories are a fickle thing."
She stared up at the ceiling contemplatively.
"Let's just move on," Shinji suggested.
"Yeah I'm starting to have a mild existential crisis here," Ria agreed.
It didn't really make a difference to Shinji, though possession would make an already awkward situation that much more uncomfortable.
Though her lack of answer didn't make the search any easier.
"I have a question," he said. "That thing you did last night, what was it? How did you do it?"
Her eyes had turned black, she'd grown muscle and bone, and all sorts of general horror. Yet as quickly as it appeared, it melted away.
"Okito called it Awakening," Ria explained. "It's hard to explain. I don't really know the mechanics of it. I just try to force myself back into being Zeruel, recapture a tiny bit of the rage that defined me. Then whatever part of me is still Zeruel forces my body to change. Not exactly a pleasant process. Every part of me hurts when I'm doing it and I feel like I'm going to starve to death afterwards. Nearly passed out first time I did it."
"First time?" Asuka questioned. "You've done it before?"
"Uh, yeah," Ria said sheepishly. "When I was twelve. Me and Okito slipped into the forest. Actually transformed quite a bit more that time. From the head up I had my old face, plus a papery black mane. My ribs burst from my chest and I looked really freaking pale. Should have pushed myself harder. I would have been able to snap Okito in half and throw him to Misato."
That was surprising, most seemed to only transform their limbs. That they could do more than that with enough effort was troubling.
"You can't beat yourself over Okito." Asuka tried to reassure her. "He took us all by surprise."
"Never liked the lying," Ria admitted, her eyes now on the floor. "Felt like shit for lying to both of you for so long. Now I feel worse because Okito had been the only person I was completely honest with until now. Not Kodama, not any of the girls, not you two or Misato. I trusted him with my secrets, my life. I always thought he was doing the same."
Pain filled her face.
"When I first saw Sachel appear, I knew, I knew from the moment I saw it, that it was Okito. I didn't know how he did it, but I knew it was him. And still I accepted his stupid story. It was a bold-faced lie, but I took at face value. Why wouldn't I? Okito had never lied to me before. "
He understood that pain well. Though she'd known Okito for far longer, and Kaworu physically couldn't resist the Call.
"Okito isn't all of them," Asuka said reassuringly. "You're proof of that. Do you think any of the others might be willing to help us?"
Ria's face turned sour.
"At this point I'm mostly inclined to agree with Misato when it comes to the other Angels. If this war ends and I'm the only one of my kind left standing, then at least I know I'll sleep easier at night."
Asuka and Shinji looked at each other. That had not been the answer they were expecting.
"You realize Misato would kill you too, if she knew," Shinji said.
"I know," Ria sighed. "But if Okito could turn out to be a black-hearted idiot, who can we trust? At least I know where I stand. A soon as we're out of here I'm tracking that bastard down and feeding him his own spine."
"No, you will not," Asuka said firmly.
"What?! But why?" Ria stood up. "I have the strength, I have the means."
Asuka stop up and cupped her hand around Ria's head, looking her in the eyes.
"There's a lot of things I could tell you right now. I could tell you it's because I saw something in you last night that frightened me on a level I did not think possible, and I worry what more fighting will turn you into. I could say it's because I'm worried Misato will find out and it will destroy her. Both are true. But more than that, you're my daughter. Your safety and survival means far more to me than anything else, even my own safety. If an Angel attacks us, I won't stop you from protecting us, but I do not want you fighting our wars for us. Do you understand?"
Ria nodded.
"Good."
He didn't have favorites. At least, he hoped he didn't. But Okito had always been much better behaved. He got into trouble and had a stubborn streak, sure, but compared to Kodama…
Willful was a kind way of describing her. She had always resented Hikari's more conservative ways and was prone to needless poking and prodding of other people. Always trying to get a rise out of others.
He loved her, nothing could change that. But she was a handful. Okito had curbed the worst of her behavior. Without him around, Touji wasn't sure what she would do.
He had betrayed all of them from the moment he was born. Touji had been sleeping meters away from a monster for over a decade and never suspected a thing.
Worst part of it was he could never fully trust Kodama or Kenny ever again. While if either of them were like Okito they almost certainly would have revealed themselves then, there was still this lingering kernel of doubt in the back of his mind. Okito had been putting on an act for sixteen years without once giving either Touji or Hikari reason to doubt him. If one Angel could pull that off, who knows what any of them were really capable of.
His phone started to vibrate silently in his pocket. He hesitated. The last phone call he received had torn his family apart.
Reluctantly, he answered it.
"Hello?" he said, exhausted.
"...Hi," a voice said hesitantly.
Touji's heart skipped a beat.
"Kensuke?" he said breathlessly.
"Touji?" Kensuke Aida replied. "You...you sound different."
He had almost completely forgotten that Kensuke had returned in the madness of the past few hours. Hearing his voice again after twenty years made Touji collapse into a chair.
This wasn't the day for this. He wasn't ready for this conversation.
"Sorry man, I got old," Touji replied.
"...Is this a bad time? You sound distracted," Kensuke asked.
For a brief moment, Touji pushed yesterday out of his mind.
"No, no it's fine. How are you doing?"
/
"How...How did you know?" Shinji asked.
His deepest regret had been laid bare to her all these years and yet Ria didn't seem to hold any scorn or blame for him. How? How could anyone look at what he did and just forgive?
Then again, he had just more or less forgiven Ria for what she had done, so fair is fair.
"Death for an Angel is... well, was rather complicated." Ria struggled to find the proper words. "I don't quite remember everything, but I saw flashes of the battles after mine. Arael, Tabris. Emotions more than real images. But I can picture Third Impact, parts of it anyways. Like I was there, watching from above. I saw and heard what you did... you can't blame yourself for that for the rest of your life."
"Millions have died because of me," Shinji argued.
"And how many would have died if I'd won?" Ria countered. "How many would have died if SEELE won? You were broken, pushed to the edge of madness by what you had witnessed and suffered. You made a mistake, true. But you were a child given power no one, not even a mentally healthy adult should have. And you tried to undo it. If you had the power you would undo it completely. You're willing to overlook what I did, which was done with far worse intent and would have wiped out everyone. If you're willing to overlook that, you should be willing to forgive yourself."
He wished it was that easy.
Asuka entered, looking like she had maybe ten minutes of sleep since the attack.
"Everything alright?" she asked.
"Not great," Shinji admitted, "but better than expected."
"Are we going to have that conversation now?" Ria asked.
"Conversation?" he questioned.
"The conversation where you both ask me about what it's like to be a big giant monster in a teenage girl meat-suit."
Oh, lovely.
"Though come to think of it," Ria rambled on, "I'm pretty sure that Okito just created that Sachiel form around himself and was controlling it from the inside. Wasn't even aware we could do that.I mean that's physically producing tons of mass in a matter of moments-"
"Focus, Ria," Asuka said.
"Right, right. Sorry."
Asuka sighed, she didn't want this conversation anymore than Shinji did.
"What happened last night, it changed things. I wish it didn't but it did," Asuka admitted.
"I know," Ria said solemnly.
Asuka went on. "Yesterday was not your fault. We were all deceived. All things considered, you did the best you could."
Ria nodded
"But what we saw, it-" Asuka grew hesitant and uneasy. "It changed how we see you."
"We still love you, though, that hasn't changed," Shinji insisted.
"I know, you've both done a good job of making that clear," Ria answered. "And thank you."
Good, the worst thing right now would be Ria feeling like she's been abandoned.
"What I saw last night frightened me," Asuka admitted. "And if that affects how I act towards you, I am sorry."
Ria leaned back her seat, gazing up at the ceiling. "It can't be helped."
"I have quite a lot of questions, about what you are," Asuka explained. "If it's too personal you don't have to answer, but otherwise please try to explain to us as best I can."
Ria nodded. "I'll try. Keep in mind though, Okito is the only other Angel I've spoken to or had any sort of interaction with. So whatever they're planning beyond murdering the Pilots I'm completely in the dark about."
"So Kodama and Mari are both human?" Shinji asked.
Ria nodded in affirmation.
That was a relief. A shame they couldn't prove it to anyone, not even Touji, but it brought a small measure of comfort.
"Why did you only interact with Okito?" Asuka questioned. "I mean, if you have a secret that big, wouldn't it have been better to talk to more than one person about it?"
Ria shrugged. "Didn't see the need. Before Okito and I realized what the other was, I thought I was alone in the world. That frightened me, when I realized I wasn't alone, I was happy, but I realized I didn't really need anything beyond that. Okito was my friend, the others... I didn't care one way or another about them. We weren't exactly a family. We were each our own nation, sovereign and independent of each other. We fought alone and we died alone. They aren't my family and it's baffling to me that Okito treats them as such."
She buried her head in her hands.
"Everything Okito has done since this started baffles me. It can't just be fear of being exposed. He's the one who revealed us to the world. If he had just stayed put and listened to what I was telling him, they would have left without any of us being caught. Okito's an idiot but he's not brain dead. I would have noticed if he was. There has to be something more going on."
Shinji had suspected as much.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Don't know," Ria said. "A Fourth Impact is impossible. It would probably be just as deadly to us even if it was. So it's probably smaller scale than that."
"So," Asuka said, briefly looking down at a notepad, "Moving on to the biggest question I can think of: What exactly are you? Are you the soul of an Angel that somehow was changed into looking human, are you human but you have a second soul that's an Angel, or is it more like possession or something parasitic?"
Shinji glared at Asuka with annoyance.
"Don't call our daughter a parasite," he scolded.
"I'm not calling her a parasite!" Asuka said defensively.
"I don't actually know," Ria admitted.
Shinji and Asuka stared at her.
"I mean I think I'm the first one, probably," Ria went on. "Never had any other voice in here but myself, though my thoughts have been a bit scattered since last night. I mean, I suppose I could be any of them. Pretty sure I didn't take over this body, then again memories are kind of foggy for anything before I was two, but that could just be the brain. Memories are a fickle thing."
She stared up at the ceiling contemplatively.
"Let's just move on," Shinji suggested.
"Yeah I'm starting to have a mild existential crisis here," Ria agreed.
It didn't really make a difference to Shinji, though possession would make an already awkward situation that much more uncomfortable.
Though her lack of answer didn't make the search any easier.
"I have a question," he said. "That thing you did last night, what was it? How did you do it?"
Her eyes had turned black, she'd grown muscle and bone, and all sorts of general horror. Yet as quickly as it appeared, it melted away.
"Okito called it Awakening," Ria explained. "It's hard to explain. I don't really know the mechanics of it. I just try to force myself back into being Zeruel, recapture a tiny bit of the rage that defined me. Then whatever part of me is still Zeruel forces my body to change. Not exactly a pleasant process. Every part of me hurts when I'm doing it and I feel like I'm going to starve to death afterwards. Nearly passed out first time I did it."
"First time?" Asuka questioned. "You've done it before?"
"Uh, yeah," Ria said sheepishly. "When I was twelve. Me and Okito slipped into the forest. Actually transformed quite a bit more that time. From the head up I had my old face, plus a papery black mane. My ribs burst from my chest and I looked really freaking pale. Should have pushed myself harder. I would have been able to snap Okito in half and throw him to Misato."
That was surprising, most seemed to only transform their limbs. That they could do more than that with enough effort was troubling.
"You can't beat yourself over Okito." Asuka tried to reassure her. "He took us all by surprise."
"Never liked the lying," Ria admitted, her eyes now on the floor. "Felt like shit for lying to both of you for so long. Now I feel worse because Okito had been the only person I was completely honest with until now. Not Kodama, not any of the girls, not you two or Misato. I trusted him with my secrets, my life. I always thought he was doing the same."
Pain filled her face.
"When I first saw Sachel appear, I knew, I knew from the moment I saw it, that it was Okito. I didn't know how he did it, but I knew it was him. And still I accepted his stupid story. It was a bold-faced lie, but I took at face value. Why wouldn't I? Okito had never lied to me before. "
He understood that pain well. Though she'd known Okito for far longer, and Kaworu physically couldn't resist the Call.
"Okito isn't all of them," Asuka said reassuringly. "You're proof of that. Do you think any of the others might be willing to help us?"
Ria's face turned sour.
"At this point I'm mostly inclined to agree with Misato when it comes to the other Angels. If this war ends and I'm the only one of my kind left standing, then at least I know I'll sleep easier at night."
Asuka and Shinji looked at each other. That had not been the answer they were expecting.
"You realize Misato would kill you too, if she knew," Shinji said.
"I know," Ria sighed. "But if Okito could turn out to be a black-hearted idiot, who can we trust? At least I know where I stand. A soon as we're out of here I'm tracking that bastard down and feeding him his own spine."
"No, you will not," Asuka said firmly.
"What?! But why?" Ria stood up. "I have the strength, I have the means."
Asuka stop up and cupped her hand around Ria's head, looking her in the eyes.
"There's a lot of things I could tell you right now. I could tell you it's because I saw something in you last night that frightened me on a level I did not think possible, and I worry what more fighting will turn you into. I could say it's because I'm worried Misato will find out and it will destroy her. Both are true. But more than that, you're my daughter. Your safety and survival means far more to me than anything else, even my own safety. If an Angel attacks us, I won't stop you from protecting us, but I do not want you fighting our wars for us. Do you understand?"
Ria nodded.
"Good."
I would guess that the Sachiel bio-mecha or whatever it was, was the result of Okito taking "Awakening" farther than Ria ever did. He probably went all Tokyo Ghoul afterward because of the exponential energy deficit that resulted.
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Well I wouldn't say Asuka is broken anymore.
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Ah no matter how much time has pass between the two, the bromance of Kensuke/Toji will never end.
I am pretty sure that Ireul is going to be a non-combative give that his true from is actually a collection of microscopic-sized organisms which act in concert to form a living biological computer circuit, not a giant kaiju size monster.
imagined if this was the only Angel that was willing to help the three.
fly Arael, fly away from the Tsundere.:lol
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Professor Kokonoe
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imagined if this was the only Angel that was willing to help the three.
fly Arael, fly away from the Tsundere.:lol
Ironically Arael may be especially empathic to the plights of humans at this point?
Edit: Like, Arael, unfortunately by absolutely horrific force, basically got the whole picture of Asuka's mind right?
I kind of imagine the other angels talking shit about the pilots and when Asuka comes up Arael might actually be at her defense or at least explains if not defends because they actually understand. Given they might of pseudo experienced her life they might even have developed similar emotional issues, biases, and conceptions of various individuals.
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By the same token, though, Asuka might just flat out veto working with a being that (even if accidentally) pretty much raped her, broke her ability to Pilot, robbed her of her will to live, and drove her first into a passive suicide attempt, and then a catatonic coma.
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Professor Kokonoe
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- she/her
Very true.
Edit: It is interesting though to wonder what kind of people the angels have become based on what happened to them as angels.
Like, Israfel is dressed to dance these days right? Did they take getting served to death in stride and actually got into dance to meet the challenge again some day or something? Is it just an inclination they had, or did getting beat in sort of a dance battle make them want to actually work towards developing those skills legitimately, or is it just bitterness?
Did Iruel get into human electronics and games(if that one angel was Iruel) because after what happened human machinery and computers actually fascinated them?
Does Sandalphon even think of itself as ever having really been an angel since it only was such and aware for moments before its death? Is it just effectively a weird nightmare to an otherwise fairly normal kid?
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Timerider
That guy who really should get out more.
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That would be an interesting conversation to say the least.
Wonder what Ria would have to say about that?
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Hard to say. Shinji's a more forgiving person period, and felt both parental bond with Ria and gratitude over how she both knew about his Third Impact actions but held her silence, and how she forgave him for her own first death at his hands. Asuka has none of these things in play vis a vis Arael. So forgiveness would be a lot more difficult.
trob030490
Professor Kokonoe
- Pronouns
- she/her
Hmm. So, a lot of angels are in town, but not necessarily all of them. Shamshel was an American right?
I wonder about that. Are they born close to/drawn to the pilots or was there just a high concentration of them in this area and the other ones are at random spots around the globe with a few making the trip over for personal reasons?
Hmm. Haven't heard from or seen Yamagishi in a while either. I wonder which one she is.
I wonder about that. Are they born close to/drawn to the pilots or was there just a high concentration of them in this area and the other ones are at random spots around the globe with a few making the trip over for personal reasons?
Hmm. Haven't heard from or seen Yamagishi in a while either. I wonder which one she is.
- Location
- Altamonte Springs, FL
Maybe they'll end up like Gimli and Legolas at the end of the battles?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(I used to watch Jeremy Kyle here in the US, so.... )
- Pronouns
- He/Him
There's a reason I ultimately decided hard against Ria being Arael. Arael is, baring something really extreme, pretty much beyond forgiveness for Asuka. The fact that Arael probably didn't fully understand what it was doing ultimately doesn't change what it did was incredibly awful.
Ria's at the point where she's pretty much "kill on sight" with the other angels, and Arael hurt her mother deeply. So anything she has to say will probably be loud.
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Timerider
That guy who really should get out more.
- Location
- The End of the World.
Doppelgänger shenanigans for days.
- Location
- supernatural
Hey Teen Spirit Talking about your Rebuild Wings fic, what do you think would happen if Arael looked inside Mari mind and how you think it would affect her?
Chapter 8 Part 1
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Chapter 8: Things We Lost in the Fire.
It wasn't a complete loss. The entrance, kitchen and master bedroom were largely intact, save for smoke damage.
The rest of it though... most of it was ash or blackened ruins.
Ria stood in the ruins of her room, gazing at what remained of her things.
It was just things, most of which were easily replaced. They could actually probably replace 80% of what they lost in a few hours of shopping.
Come to think of it, how much of it really mattered?
She wouldn't miss most of the clothes. She liked them, sure, but she had no real attachment to them.
The beret, the styles, it wasn't because she particularly liked them. It was something she did out of fear. Fear of being exposed.
She wasn't sure how different she was mentally from Lilim. Similar to a large degree sure, but interacting with them always felt like there was some script that everyone else in the world had access to, except her and Okito.
They had worried they wouldn't seem human enough to the others, that the whole ruse would fall apart and everyone would see what they really are. Her taste in clothing was an act, an act she admittedly lost herself in sometimes.
The only thing she actually mourned were the books. She liked books. They provided insight into the minds of people she would never know, told her of people she could never meet. It helped her feel connected in a way that actually interacting with many of them didn't.
She didn't understand how people tolerated dealing with millions of others. Even after all these years the strain of having to deal with so many people was at times overwhelming.
She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she came to Mari.
There were some advantages to having so many people around, she had to admit.
The phone rang twice.
"Hey." Mari's voice was awkward but sympathetic.
"Hi," Ria replied.
"Um, so my mother. She told me the whole truth about what happened, with the Angels."
"...How does she know?" Ria questioned.
"She's been reactivated," Mari explained. "I don't know anything more than that. Pretty sure I'm not really supposed to tell you that."
That raised a great number of questions in Ria's mind. Questions she wasn't prepared to deal with.
"So that means Okito was one of….them." Mari said hesitantly.
"Yeah," Ria sighed, "An idiot and a monster."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She did, there was quite a lot she wanted to say. Opening up to her parents had been painful, but it had also lifted a great deal of weight off of her. It was liberating. She wanted to be that honest with Mari. She wanted a lot of things with Mari.
But she hadn't know Mari as long as she knew her parents. Mari almost certainly didn't trust her as much as they did. She almost certainly wouldn't understand.
She might though, there was a non-zero chance of that, certainly a better chance then Misato understanding, or Kodama. Okito had almost certainly burned that bridge.
She was tempted, so incredibly tempted to tell her. To have someone else she could be completely honest with.
"I...no, not right now," Ria said reluctantly, scared and ashamed of herself. "I just want to get my mind off things. Sorry."
She was sick of the lying, but the thought of losing anymore people was too much right now.
"Don't apologize. I shouldn't have asked in the first place," Mari replied.
"It's fine, it's fine," Ria insisted. "Hey, um. I know this is strange timing but would you want to go out the day after tomorrow? We could do well, anything, your choice."
Her parents would both be at NERV for a briefing so they would be safe.
"You sure. I mean I know I'm not one of those things but I have to imagine suspicion is pretty high right now. Would your parents be okay with us going out?"
Despite the situation, Ria smirked a little.
"I'm pretty sure Misato won't let you within a kilometer of my parents but other than that, yeah it will be fine."
/
"Okay, extend your fingers," the nurse said.
The slightly off-color fingers moved in synch with the rest of his hand.
"Good, good, now grab this ball," the nurse said after he flexed his hand a few dozen times.
Shinji grabbed the pale blue rubber ball in his hand, his grip was firm, he could even somehow faintly feel the rubber beneath his new fingers.
"Good, very good." The nurse smiled when he mentioned it. "The surgery took."
It would be weeks, months even before his hand would fully recover. And even then, most of it looked like it belonged to a mannequin.
It was strange, none of the injuries he suffered when he actually piloted left lingering physical scars. Huge amount of mental scars that would last until the day he died, sure, and a few of the fights left him hospitalized. But they never left any lasting physical damage until now.
He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.
Misato entered, her expression twisting at the sight of his hand.
A wave of guilt hit Shinji. He did his best to ignore it. Lying to her was the only move that didn't make things a thousand times worse right now.
"So we've gone over your apartment." Misato's face twisted with pain. "We found traces similar to that of the eleventh angel in the electrical lines, the phone lines, even some of the plumbing. They've probably been watching you since you moved in."
Well, wasn't that lovely?
"Anything here?" Shinji asked.
Misato shook her head. "So far no traces. But Ristuko's going to have every wire in the place checked."
Some relief there, and if the other Angels had any intention of blackmailing Ria over her status, they probably would have done so by now. Not that it would have worked. Okito could have emailed those cell phone conversations directly to Misato and she would dismiss them out of hand.
Oh, good, now he felt even guiltier.
"There's an apartment building not too far from here under construction. Through a dummy corporation I had the thing bought out. When it's finished it will probably be the safest place in Kyoto. I'm increasing the size of our security threefold. There will be no repeats of Sachel's attack," Misato explained.
"Are we supposed to stay here until then?" Shinji asked.
Misato shook her head. "We have to keep up appearances. To the world, that was just the act of an unstable kid. If you and the others hide for months, people will know and talk. I'm putting Asuka, Ria, and you up in a hotel, I've made it as secure as possible."
The doubt and uncertainty in her words was painful to listen to.
"What about the other two?" Shinji asked.
"They're staying with me," Misato stated. "It's safer for everyone that way."
Shinji was surprised.
"I thought you said you couldn't handle them?" he questioned.
"The only thing I can't handle right now is losing any of you."
/
Her mother watched on from the living room with concern but said nothing, grief distracting her.
The patio was empty and barren, a concrete slab overlooking the city. Only thing on it was a metal trash can, and her.
Kodama had been thinking about this all the way home, planning in the silent car.
In the can where his clothes and any photo she could find of him. She had wanted to stuff everything of his into the can but even now, even as angry as Kodama was, she knew that would end poorly.
On top was a shirt, a shirt she gave him on his 13th birthday. She had saved up her allowance for a month to buy that overpriced bit of tat. He had been so grateful, so happy when he opened it. Of course the happiness was an act, everything he did was an act.
The contents of the can were soaked in lighter fluid.
Kodama struck a match, staring at the small fire it produced until the match nearly burned down to her fingertips. Then she threw it into the can.
It took a moment for the fire to start, but soon it took hold. The photos curling and turning brown, then black. Smoke rising from the can as the clothes burnt away.
Kodama stood there and watched the flames. She watched until the fire turned to smoke, and the only thing left in the can were grey ash and cinders.
It didn't dull the pain, it didn't wipe away, but seeing so much Okito's stuff go up in flames alongside every picture they had of her brother, she couldn't deny how good it felt.
She vowed in that moment to never let herself be fooled again. No Angel would hurt her like Okito had.
/
The train doors closed, the last of the passengers took their seats, and the train moved on towards Kyoto.
Only five more stops and Kensuke Aida would be there.
The train was half full, mostly businessmen and women making their way to work. There was one other kid his age, physical age at least. Sitting across from him, her head hidden behind a book.
The past couple of days had been a whirlwind for Kensuke, one he still hadn't recovered from.
He still had echoes of instrumentality in his head, whispers of million souls at the edge of his hearing. He did his best to ignore it, focusing instead on the rather bizarre situation he found himself in.
The Angels were back, after they had all died, after he had left Tokyo-3 because of all the damage they had inflicted.
Going to Kyoto now, after the Angels had already attacked there once, and mad cults were attacking his friends, seemed crazy.
"So what brings you to Kyoto?"
Kensuke looked up to see the girl sitting across the train car, staring at him. She had brown eyes, long raven hair, and was wearing glasses that were rather similar to his own.
She smiled at him, with left him rather confused.
"You're asking me?" he said nervously.
She pointed to the small blue luggage bag next to him "My Aunt was given the same bag when she washed up out of the sea."
"Right, right," he said sheepishly, "I just...didn't really have anywhere else to go."
She winced. "Oh, sorry."
"It's fine," Kensuke said dismissively.
His family was gone. Either still in the sea or fallen off the face of the Earth in the years since Third impact. Touji was the only person he had left, and frankly it was shocking he had him at all. They were friends over a lifetime ago, good friends to be sure. But Kensuke was surprised Touji put himself on the list of people to call when he was found.
Twenty years had passed. That was hard to get a grip on. A span of time equal to his entire life plus six years. Touji was old enough to have a kid his age.
Shinji was an adult as well. So was Asuka.
Kensuke shuddered at the thought. Asuka at thirteen was hard enough to deal with.
Of course that led him into the strangest part of all this.
"So are there actually two other pilots?" Kensuke asked.
He'd heard a lot since he was washed on shore but some of what he heard just didn't seem possible.
"Oh the time-travelers?" the girl replied. "Yeah, that happened a few months ago. Only reason we're still alive. The Angel probably would have killed us all if they weren't around."
The idea of time travel actually being a real thing struck him as absurd, like something out of a science fiction story. Though the same could be said of everything about Tokyo-3.
So well at least with having a younger Shinji around things would be somewhat normal, as normal as things got with giant monsters around. But still, that wasn't too bad. Shinji was probably almost as lost as he was, Kensuke wasn't that far removed from time travel himself when he thought about it.
"Heard the two actually had to go to school with their future selves' daughter. That's gotta be awkward." The girl went on.
"Wait, who's daughter?" Kensuke asked, trying to process what he just heard.
"Ikari and Soryu. I take you haven't seen the news, they were attacked two nights by some fanatic nutjob," the girl explained.
Kensuke had heard about the attack, though Touji had been incredibly cryptic about and had hinted there was more going on that would be explained when he got there. Shinji and Asuka having a kid somehow slipped through the cracks of their conversation.
Kensuke's mind struggled to process the news. It wasn't impossible, he supposed. Asuka and Shinji had at times given off the same vibe Touji and Hikari had. But he'd seen how nasty Asuka was, even at the best of times she was unpleasant, but towards the end she was just outright hostile and bitter.
How the heck could those two have a kid together?
"I take it you know them?" the girl asked. "Or are you one of those weird people who ship people in real life?"
"Err, what?" Kensuke was baffled.
"Internet thing, just ignore it," the girl replied. "But you looked like someone punched you in the face when I mentioned the kid."
"I...uh, went to school with them," Kensuke admitted. "Kind of sorta actually was in an Eva, once."
After nearly being smashed flat because of his own stupidity. But that wasn't something he was going to admit to anyone, let alone a cute girl.
"No foolin'?" the girl asked, looking more than a little surprised.
"Yeah," Kensuke said nervously, rubbing his neck.
"So this is pretty much out of the frying pan, into the... slightly different frying pan for you." she said awkwardly.
"Pretty much."
She smiled. "Well best of luck to you. Mr…"
"Aida, Kensuke Aida," he introduced himself.
"Well Mr. Aida, it was nice to meet you," she replied. "My name is Tsukiko Yamagishi"
It wasn't a complete loss. The entrance, kitchen and master bedroom were largely intact, save for smoke damage.
The rest of it though... most of it was ash or blackened ruins.
Ria stood in the ruins of her room, gazing at what remained of her things.
It was just things, most of which were easily replaced. They could actually probably replace 80% of what they lost in a few hours of shopping.
Come to think of it, how much of it really mattered?
She wouldn't miss most of the clothes. She liked them, sure, but she had no real attachment to them.
The beret, the styles, it wasn't because she particularly liked them. It was something she did out of fear. Fear of being exposed.
She wasn't sure how different she was mentally from Lilim. Similar to a large degree sure, but interacting with them always felt like there was some script that everyone else in the world had access to, except her and Okito.
They had worried they wouldn't seem human enough to the others, that the whole ruse would fall apart and everyone would see what they really are. Her taste in clothing was an act, an act she admittedly lost herself in sometimes.
The only thing she actually mourned were the books. She liked books. They provided insight into the minds of people she would never know, told her of people she could never meet. It helped her feel connected in a way that actually interacting with many of them didn't.
She didn't understand how people tolerated dealing with millions of others. Even after all these years the strain of having to deal with so many people was at times overwhelming.
She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she came to Mari.
There were some advantages to having so many people around, she had to admit.
The phone rang twice.
"Hey." Mari's voice was awkward but sympathetic.
"Hi," Ria replied.
"Um, so my mother. She told me the whole truth about what happened, with the Angels."
"...How does she know?" Ria questioned.
"She's been reactivated," Mari explained. "I don't know anything more than that. Pretty sure I'm not really supposed to tell you that."
That raised a great number of questions in Ria's mind. Questions she wasn't prepared to deal with.
"So that means Okito was one of….them." Mari said hesitantly.
"Yeah," Ria sighed, "An idiot and a monster."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She did, there was quite a lot she wanted to say. Opening up to her parents had been painful, but it had also lifted a great deal of weight off of her. It was liberating. She wanted to be that honest with Mari. She wanted a lot of things with Mari.
But she hadn't know Mari as long as she knew her parents. Mari almost certainly didn't trust her as much as they did. She almost certainly wouldn't understand.
She might though, there was a non-zero chance of that, certainly a better chance then Misato understanding, or Kodama. Okito had almost certainly burned that bridge.
She was tempted, so incredibly tempted to tell her. To have someone else she could be completely honest with.
"I...no, not right now," Ria said reluctantly, scared and ashamed of herself. "I just want to get my mind off things. Sorry."
She was sick of the lying, but the thought of losing anymore people was too much right now.
"Don't apologize. I shouldn't have asked in the first place," Mari replied.
"It's fine, it's fine," Ria insisted. "Hey, um. I know this is strange timing but would you want to go out the day after tomorrow? We could do well, anything, your choice."
Her parents would both be at NERV for a briefing so they would be safe.
"You sure. I mean I know I'm not one of those things but I have to imagine suspicion is pretty high right now. Would your parents be okay with us going out?"
Despite the situation, Ria smirked a little.
"I'm pretty sure Misato won't let you within a kilometer of my parents but other than that, yeah it will be fine."
/
"Okay, extend your fingers," the nurse said.
The slightly off-color fingers moved in synch with the rest of his hand.
"Good, good, now grab this ball," the nurse said after he flexed his hand a few dozen times.
Shinji grabbed the pale blue rubber ball in his hand, his grip was firm, he could even somehow faintly feel the rubber beneath his new fingers.
"Good, very good." The nurse smiled when he mentioned it. "The surgery took."
It would be weeks, months even before his hand would fully recover. And even then, most of it looked like it belonged to a mannequin.
It was strange, none of the injuries he suffered when he actually piloted left lingering physical scars. Huge amount of mental scars that would last until the day he died, sure, and a few of the fights left him hospitalized. But they never left any lasting physical damage until now.
He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.
Misato entered, her expression twisting at the sight of his hand.
A wave of guilt hit Shinji. He did his best to ignore it. Lying to her was the only move that didn't make things a thousand times worse right now.
"So we've gone over your apartment." Misato's face twisted with pain. "We found traces similar to that of the eleventh angel in the electrical lines, the phone lines, even some of the plumbing. They've probably been watching you since you moved in."
Well, wasn't that lovely?
"Anything here?" Shinji asked.
Misato shook her head. "So far no traces. But Ristuko's going to have every wire in the place checked."
Some relief there, and if the other Angels had any intention of blackmailing Ria over her status, they probably would have done so by now. Not that it would have worked. Okito could have emailed those cell phone conversations directly to Misato and she would dismiss them out of hand.
Oh, good, now he felt even guiltier.
"There's an apartment building not too far from here under construction. Through a dummy corporation I had the thing bought out. When it's finished it will probably be the safest place in Kyoto. I'm increasing the size of our security threefold. There will be no repeats of Sachel's attack," Misato explained.
"Are we supposed to stay here until then?" Shinji asked.
Misato shook her head. "We have to keep up appearances. To the world, that was just the act of an unstable kid. If you and the others hide for months, people will know and talk. I'm putting Asuka, Ria, and you up in a hotel, I've made it as secure as possible."
The doubt and uncertainty in her words was painful to listen to.
"What about the other two?" Shinji asked.
"They're staying with me," Misato stated. "It's safer for everyone that way."
Shinji was surprised.
"I thought you said you couldn't handle them?" he questioned.
"The only thing I can't handle right now is losing any of you."
/
Her mother watched on from the living room with concern but said nothing, grief distracting her.
The patio was empty and barren, a concrete slab overlooking the city. Only thing on it was a metal trash can, and her.
Kodama had been thinking about this all the way home, planning in the silent car.
In the can where his clothes and any photo she could find of him. She had wanted to stuff everything of his into the can but even now, even as angry as Kodama was, she knew that would end poorly.
On top was a shirt, a shirt she gave him on his 13th birthday. She had saved up her allowance for a month to buy that overpriced bit of tat. He had been so grateful, so happy when he opened it. Of course the happiness was an act, everything he did was an act.
The contents of the can were soaked in lighter fluid.
Kodama struck a match, staring at the small fire it produced until the match nearly burned down to her fingertips. Then she threw it into the can.
It took a moment for the fire to start, but soon it took hold. The photos curling and turning brown, then black. Smoke rising from the can as the clothes burnt away.
Kodama stood there and watched the flames. She watched until the fire turned to smoke, and the only thing left in the can were grey ash and cinders.
It didn't dull the pain, it didn't wipe away, but seeing so much Okito's stuff go up in flames alongside every picture they had of her brother, she couldn't deny how good it felt.
She vowed in that moment to never let herself be fooled again. No Angel would hurt her like Okito had.
/
The train doors closed, the last of the passengers took their seats, and the train moved on towards Kyoto.
Only five more stops and Kensuke Aida would be there.
The train was half full, mostly businessmen and women making their way to work. There was one other kid his age, physical age at least. Sitting across from him, her head hidden behind a book.
The past couple of days had been a whirlwind for Kensuke, one he still hadn't recovered from.
He still had echoes of instrumentality in his head, whispers of million souls at the edge of his hearing. He did his best to ignore it, focusing instead on the rather bizarre situation he found himself in.
The Angels were back, after they had all died, after he had left Tokyo-3 because of all the damage they had inflicted.
Going to Kyoto now, after the Angels had already attacked there once, and mad cults were attacking his friends, seemed crazy.
"So what brings you to Kyoto?"
Kensuke looked up to see the girl sitting across the train car, staring at him. She had brown eyes, long raven hair, and was wearing glasses that were rather similar to his own.
She smiled at him, with left him rather confused.
"You're asking me?" he said nervously.
She pointed to the small blue luggage bag next to him "My Aunt was given the same bag when she washed up out of the sea."
"Right, right," he said sheepishly, "I just...didn't really have anywhere else to go."
She winced. "Oh, sorry."
"It's fine," Kensuke said dismissively.
His family was gone. Either still in the sea or fallen off the face of the Earth in the years since Third impact. Touji was the only person he had left, and frankly it was shocking he had him at all. They were friends over a lifetime ago, good friends to be sure. But Kensuke was surprised Touji put himself on the list of people to call when he was found.
Twenty years had passed. That was hard to get a grip on. A span of time equal to his entire life plus six years. Touji was old enough to have a kid his age.
Shinji was an adult as well. So was Asuka.
Kensuke shuddered at the thought. Asuka at thirteen was hard enough to deal with.
Of course that led him into the strangest part of all this.
"So are there actually two other pilots?" Kensuke asked.
He'd heard a lot since he was washed on shore but some of what he heard just didn't seem possible.
"Oh the time-travelers?" the girl replied. "Yeah, that happened a few months ago. Only reason we're still alive. The Angel probably would have killed us all if they weren't around."
The idea of time travel actually being a real thing struck him as absurd, like something out of a science fiction story. Though the same could be said of everything about Tokyo-3.
So well at least with having a younger Shinji around things would be somewhat normal, as normal as things got with giant monsters around. But still, that wasn't too bad. Shinji was probably almost as lost as he was, Kensuke wasn't that far removed from time travel himself when he thought about it.
"Heard the two actually had to go to school with their future selves' daughter. That's gotta be awkward." The girl went on.
"Wait, who's daughter?" Kensuke asked, trying to process what he just heard.
"Ikari and Soryu. I take you haven't seen the news, they were attacked two nights by some fanatic nutjob," the girl explained.
Kensuke had heard about the attack, though Touji had been incredibly cryptic about and had hinted there was more going on that would be explained when he got there. Shinji and Asuka having a kid somehow slipped through the cracks of their conversation.
Kensuke's mind struggled to process the news. It wasn't impossible, he supposed. Asuka and Shinji had at times given off the same vibe Touji and Hikari had. But he'd seen how nasty Asuka was, even at the best of times she was unpleasant, but towards the end she was just outright hostile and bitter.
How the heck could those two have a kid together?
"I take it you know them?" the girl asked. "Or are you one of those weird people who ship people in real life?"
"Err, what?" Kensuke was baffled.
"Internet thing, just ignore it," the girl replied. "But you looked like someone punched you in the face when I mentioned the kid."
"I...uh, went to school with them," Kensuke admitted. "Kind of sorta actually was in an Eva, once."
After nearly being smashed flat because of his own stupidity. But that wasn't something he was going to admit to anyone, let alone a cute girl.
"No foolin'?" the girl asked, looking more than a little surprised.
"Yeah," Kensuke said nervously, rubbing his neck.
"So this is pretty much out of the frying pan, into the... slightly different frying pan for you." she said awkwardly.
"Pretty much."
She smiled. "Well best of luck to you. Mr…"
"Aida, Kensuke Aida," he introduced himself.
"Well Mr. Aida, it was nice to meet you," she replied. "My name is Tsukiko Yamagishi"
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