Rei stood in Misato's kitchen, the General having insisted that she have breakfast with them before school.
It was just the two of them now, and Pen-Pen. Asuka and Shinji were getting ready for school. Misato wasn't entirely sure how to treat the First Child. She wasn't one of her charges, one of her kids. She knew quite a bit about her, the Rei of this world that was. But this was an entirely different Rei, one even Ristuko didn't understand.
"I have a question, General," Rei said as she sat at the table.
Misato took a seat across the table, coffee in hand. "What about?"
"Asuka and Shinji, why don't they like their other selves?"
It was surreal how strange questions like that could become so normal.
"Asuka dislikes what the Sub-Director has become. And Shinji… he's upset over what his older self told him about what happened towards the end of the war," Misato tried to explain.
"But you're not. You know what he did, and you do not judge him," Rei observed.
Misato had been tempted at time. All the suffering she had to go through, the the chaos that engulfed the world in the early days... Blaming Shinji for it would been so easy. And yet, anytime where she felt like she was about to, she realized she could have prevented it. She had more power to stop Third Impact than Shinji ever did. She could have been a better guardian, she could been there for both of them, she could have gotten them therapy or something. There were so many thing she could have done, and one thing she really should not have but did. She had failed, utterly, and Third Impact could in part be laid at her feet for that.
Shinji had forgiven her, so she forgave him.
"Shinji wasn't in control of the situation, so I can't blame him for what happened," Misato replied weakly.
"I feel the same," Rei nodded.
Misato wondered how much Rei knew. If she was anything like the Rei of their world, she was in part... that thing. But considering how different this Rei had been so far, it was very possible she was simply just some clone that NERV had used to pilot Unit-00. Either way, Misato did her level best to treat her fairly.
"It's just..." Rei went on, "wouldn't they be happier if they got along?"
"Well, yes. But it's not that simple," Misato explained. "Ria's trying to smooth things over, though even for her that's going to take a while."
Ayanami frowned for some reason. A knock came at the door before Misato could ask why.
Misato opened to see the older Shinji, Asuka, and Ria standing at the door, unhappy expressions on their faces.
"We need to talk," Asuka said solemnly.
/
Both sets of Pilots, Misato, Ria, and Ayanami were gathered around Misato's kitchen table. Ria and Ayanami mostly stayed in the back towards the wall. Once or twice the younger Asuka noticed the wary look Rei gave her other self's daughter. But what was being discussed proved far too important for Asuka to give it much thought
"You can't possibly be considering this deal," Misato said, disgusted by the very notion being discussed.
"She came to us. If she wanted us dead we probably would be," Shinji pointed out. "And it involves a great deal more risk for them then it does for us."
"You don't even trust it," Misato countered.
"She knows more than she's letting on about the pilots being here," Asuka admitted. "But the deal... I don't see what they could gain by lying about it. If they prove false we risk little. But if they're telling the truth we could cut our enemies in half and have a source on what Ramiel is doing."
"How many Angels want peace?" Rei asked.
"According to Leliel, Matarael, Gaghiel, Sandalphon, Armisael, Arael maybe, and Zeruel for certain," Sub-Commander Soryu listed off.
Misato's anger grew tenfold at the name of the last Angel.
"You expected me to make peace with that monster?" Misato barked.
The older Shinji flinched.
"It hurt you, it hurt Rei! It directly tried to kill me!" Misato exclaimed. "It was moments away from doing so, in fact! Had Shinji arrived two seconds later it would have!"
"I know what they did," the older Soryu said firmly, staring directly at Misato. "I also remember what Arael did. Do you think you suffered more from Zeruel then I did with Arael?"
"Of course I don't," Misato sighed.
"I'm willing to make peace with that bastard," Sub-Commander Soryu spat, her words dripping with venom. "And believe me, I really would prefer that thing dead. But if its survival means peace, I'm willing to accept that. You should consider the same for Zeruel."
The younger Asuka found herself both terrified and curious as to what this Arael could have done to her other self to earn such hatred. That was probably a question best left unanswered.
The older Shinji stepped in again. "We have bigger problems. What Leliel told us fit Okito's actions. He had something to hide. They have plan, one that apparently involves humans. This isn't instinct for them, or just some mindless revenge. The Angels involved made a decision to do this, a decision that not all of them might have agreed to."
"She could be lying about that," Misato replied, clearly not wanting to believe humans could be involved.
"What do they have to gain?" The older Soryu questioned. "If they're lying to us we're going to find out sooner or later and then we have the name and face of Matarael. They'd be selling out one of their own."
"Assuming they don't send an imposter." Misato paused. "But that would just mean they are working with people. Godamnit."
"I wouldn't put it past the old bastard to do something like that," the younger Asuka dryly noted.
Hearing that her father was apparently involved with the Angels was depressingly not shocking to her in the slightest.
"What does he even do these days?" she asked.
"Retired due to a war injury," her older self said. "I really don't pay attention to him. Frankly I'm confused what he could get out of an alliance with the Angels, or what they could get out of him."
"If, IF I accept this deal from the Angels," Misato said hesitantly. "How can we guarantee they won't try something, twenty, fifty years from now?"
The older Asuka sighed. "Because they will all have to give us their identities. They're not getting a peace treaty unless we know who they are. We'll make a record of it. If they start something we'll have every means to track him."
"Every Angel?" Rei questioned.
She nodded. "Every Angel that wants to live."
Misato clearly hated every bit of the idea, but she seemed to actually be considering it.
"They're not asking for amnesty for any of the Angels who have attacked since this all began," Ria spoke up, her voice sounding surprisingly small. "Okito is still going to die."
That wasn't in question. Asuka was looking forward to the day she could wring that monster's neck.
"And what about everything they did before? They killed thousands, and would have wiped us out if they could. We're suppose to just let them off the hook for that?!" Misato snapped.
"They died, they all died for what they did…" Shinji began.
"And they should have stayed dead!"
Asuka recoiled slightly, Misato's rage twisting her face in ways the Second Child had never seen. It was frightening. Her counterpart and the older Shinji looked increasingly unhappy.
"Their existence mocks everything we struggled for!" Misato ranted. "Everyone we lost, everything we suffered! It threatens everything you've tried to give Ria!"
"And how much more is at threat if we add Six plus Angels to the fight?" the older Asuka countered. "If we don't make this deal, every Angel that would have made peace is either going to fight us or do their level best to hide and then we're looking at a war that will last for years, if not decades. Is that what you want? To be seventy years old and spending every night worrying what tomorrow will hold because you haven't been able to find one or two of them?"
The room went silent for a minute, Misato brewing over her options.
Asuka thought about it. She wanted to kill the Angels, sure. That was what she did, that was what she was. She was an Eva Pilot and a warrior. She had trained her entire life to kill Angels. But the idea of fighting an Angel that didn't want to fight, that had begged for peace... there was something unsettling about that idea.
Looking at Shinji, she could tell he felt much the same way. They were defenders, not aggressors.
To her surprise, Misato relented. "Fine. I despise doing this, but if they want peace I'm willing to come to the table. But I'm keeping security on high alert when this Matararel comes. If I think even for a moment that it's about to pull something, it's dead."
Asuka nodded. "Fair enough."
"And thank you," Misato added. "For telling me about this. I know it couldn't have been easy considering how much it put the plan you made with... that thing at risk. But I really appreciate the honesty."
For some reason the older Shinji only looked more upset at Misato's words.
/
Part of Ria wanted to punch the next person who made it clear just how much they trusted her. A strange feeling to be sure, particularly for Ria, who normally quite appreciated the trust and familiarity. But the trust Misato and the Pilots gave her recently was only causing her more and more guilt.
Their faith in her was not ill-placed. Even if the worst had unfolded, and Ria had to fight against them simply to survive, Ria didn't think she could ever physically hurt any of them. But if they knew the truth, they wouldn't trust her at all. They might hate her, despise her, think she had used them or worse.
But if this peace were to work, she would have to tell them, or they would never stop hunting for Zeruel. Peace would be great. It would mean she wouldn't have to live in fear anymore. She could be herself. Her parents, Misato, the Pilots, Mari, Kodama they would all be safe. But how much would she lose when the truth came out?
And if the peace failed. Misato would never give any Angel another chance. Ria would never be safe. At best she would spend the rest of her life in fear. Assuming Ayanami held her tongue for that long.
Regardless of what happened, she knew she would have her parents. But would that be enough if she lost everyone else? It would be so terribly lonely.
Ria sat at her desk, her hand resting against her hand as she looked out the classroom window. It was overcast today, the skies grey and dreary. The storms were suppose to blanket Kyoto for most of the week.
Homeroom was still pretty empty, save for Rei, Shinji, Asuka, and herself.
"Ikari, I have a question. Do you cook?" Rei asked suddenly.
"Um, yeah?" Shinji replied.
"Kind of have to when you live with Misato," Asuka snarked.
"Do you need me to bring you lunch or something?" he added.
Rei blushed. "I wasn't going to ask, but thank you."
Asuka frowned but said nothing.
Kensuke Aida walked in, books in hand.
For a second he and Rei looked at each other.
"Hello, Aida. It is good to see you again." Rei said evenly.
He nodded. "Thanks, uhh same to you? I wasn't actually sure if you would recognize me considering, you know."
"You appear identical to the Kensuke Aida of my universe," Rei explained.
"Oh," Kensuke replied awkwardly. "Well... that's neat."
Shortly behind him was Kodama, who looked much the same as she had since Okito attacked; absolutely miserable.
She stared at Shinji, who returned it awkwardly. They both knew what her brother had done, and what would more than likely happen in the future. Either Shinji would kill her brother, or be killed by him. Kodama wanted him dead, but even now, no matter how much she hated him, it was clear either option would only hurt her even more.
Ria sank further into depression. She didn't know how to help Kodama, and even if she did, what good would it do once Kodama knew the truth? She would hate her as much as she hated her brother, or even worse. After all, she had kept the deception up long after Okito revealed himself.
Kodama glared at Ayanami, saying nothing but clearly distrusting her.
The First Child looked back in confusion.
"Do you have an issue with me?" she asked quietly.
"Your eyes," Kodama growled. "They're the same as his."
"An unfortunate coincidence," Rei replied.
"And you're in his spot," Kodama added.
"This is the seat I was assigned," Ayanami explained.
Kodama huffed and took her seat.
"Freak," she muttered hatefully under her breath.
Asuka glared hard at her.
"Thin ice," she warned.
"You know, we were happy before you came here," Kodama snapped. "We had a nice, normal life. Evas and Angels were ancient history. And the biggest thing we had to worry about was school. But then you had to show up and drag all your past problems with you and create a bunch of new ones for us. The city's in ruins, my parents no longer trust me because they're scared I'm a monster and the news talks about my brother the terrorist."
"Because clearly that's my fault," Asuka deadpanned.
"Kodama, please calm down," Ria urged.
Kodama pivoted towards Ria.
"How?!" she begged. "How the fuck are you even remotely calm? For all you know one of the other students, even your girlfriend, might be one of those things and try and kill your parents! And you're just sitting here like it's a normal day! The Pilots aren't strong enough to stop them!"
Asuka glared angrily at Suzuhara.
Oh, if only you knew, Ria thought sadly.
"I'm as scared as you are, Kodama," she tried to comfort her. "But you need to have faith things will get better."
"How can you say that?!" Kodama was bewildered.
"It's classified," Ayanami spoke up. "But possibly significant progress was made this morning."
Kodama was more confused than relieved.
"Did you really just accuse me of being one of them?" Mari said as she stood by the door.
"I am so glad the rest of the class isn't here yet," Shinji muttered.
In truth there probably won't be many more students today. The school was only open due to sheer stubbornness and luck. Despite that though, many students couldn't get to school due to the damage to the city, while others were starting to move away.
"You know what? Yeah, I did," Kodama said, clearly in a mood to fight with everyone today.
"No," Ria said, harshly. As sympathetic as she was to Kodama she had her limits.
"It's fine," Mari insisted. "I'd probably be a wreck if I went through half the stuff she did."
She approached Ria's desk nervously, much to the annoyance of Kodama.
"So um... I know this is a bad time..." Mari said, ignoring Suzuhara's glare, "but can I talk to you, in private?"
"Uhh, sure?" Ria replied.
/
Ria followed Mari to the closest Girl's Restroom. Which briefly made Ria concerned that Mari wanted to do something that Ria wasn't quite ready for, and really didn't want to do in a bathroom. But Mari's nervous demeanor eventually made it clear that wasn't her intention.
Mari checked to make sure the restroom was completely clear.
"Is everything alright?" Ria asked, concerned.
"Oh it's fine, fine...at least I hope it's fine," Mari said nervously.
She scratched her head. "So... you know the other night, when we were at the clothing store?"
Ria did not like where this was going.
"Did I come across as too forward?" Mari asked.
Ria blinked in surprise.
"Uhh, a little, but it's fine. You were just stressed out," Ria assured her.
"Oh, good," Mari replied. "It's just... I was thinking about it and I realized what I said kind of sounded I wanted to elope or something and that's way way too soon. I just don't want to seem like I'm trying to rush or pressure you."
"It's fine," Ria insisted. Putting her hand on Mari's shoulder. "Honestly the way things are, moving to New England sounds like a pretty good idea right now."
Mari was surprised. "Really? What about your parents?"
"I'm not going to abandon them," Ria insisted. "I just…once things are settled down, I think I should leave. Find a new place to call home"
"Why?"
Ria was silent. Unable to give any sort of real answer.
"You would tell me if you could, right?" Mari asked cautiously.
"Of course," Ria replied.
"Well then, make sure to bring me with you when you decide to go," Mari said cheerfully.
"Really?" Ria couldn't hide her shock.
Mari shrugged. "Why not? We're both young, stupid, and incredibly hormonal. Might as well be those things together."
Ria leaned down and grabbed Mari in a passionate kiss, fear, lust, and joy overwhelming her. More than anyone, she feared losing Mari the most.
Mari wrapped her arms around Ria, grabbing her tightly.
"You mean so much to me," Ria breathless said after they finally broke apart. "Whatever happens, remember that."
"I know," Mari replied.
They looked at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"Uhh, I need to powder my nose," Mari said nervously. "You should go back ahead of me."
Ria nodded and left.
Mari was all alone, joy filling her. Though she found herself doubting, worried. Her girlfriend's actions brought fears she had tried to repress back to the surface.
"What are you, Ria?" she asked quietly. "What are you really?"