Chapter Thirty-Eight: "a caelo usque ad centrum"
It wasn't that Shinji had never shared an apartment with someone. He had gone to University after all, and shared the rooms offered to the students with other classmates, and more than once found something horrible going on in the kitchen sink that pleaded death, more so with his biology classmates than not. He had memories of fungi, fungi growing where no fungi should ever grow, but since they were fungi, they didn't care about the common perception that no, the dish rag was not the appropriate place for them to grow.
He had seen sponges return to their animal-like carnivorous selves worthy of a prehistoric environment, and had battled the dirt and the grime that could infest only the corners of rooms that had never seen the light of a cleaning for a whole year. He had survived. He had grown strong. He had written more than a couple of thesis on new species of fungi.
Even so, sharing an apartment with a trio of females wasn't doing wonders for his sanity.
He'd survive though, even if finding a moment for himself was starting to get harder and harder with each passing day. The next Angel attack hadn't yet been detected by the Magi, and thus the days followed one after the other in a routine made of training, acknowledging of limits and hard-fought battles against empty beer bottles and penguins.
Pen-Pen squawked indignantly as he flapped his penguin wings, gazing up at Shinji. The professor of biology looked down at him, and then sighed. "What happened, Pen-Pen?" why was he talking to the penguin? Ah, yes, because the penguin was one of the few people in Shinji's life that made some sort of sense out of everyone around him.
Pen-Pen pointed his wing at the fridge, and opened it up to reveal the absence of any form of canned sardines. Shinji sighed, and brought out his bloc notes. "I'll add them to the shopping list." Pen-Pen nodded, happily warking as he hopped off with a beer held by his two penguin arms while Shinji scribbled down the rest of the stuff he had to buy.
"You'd be a fine house-husband," Rei said offhandedly, arms crossed in front of her chest as her back was against the kitchen's wall.
"I'd be a horrible house-husband," Shinji replied. "About..." he said nervously, "My father and I, we had a talk and...I don't know. I think you're your own person, Rei," he said in the end. "That's...not really the big speech I had planned on self-determination and finding out one's true self but..." he awkwardly coughed, "I just wanted you to know that nothing has to change between us."
Rei raised an eyebrow. "So the fact that my face is a perfect replica of your mother would not impede the realization of every single Oedipus-suffering man's dream of sleeping with their mother?"
Shinji choked on his spit, "That's—I don't plan on sleeping with you! N—Not that you're not someone I wouldn't sleep with if I wanted to, but I don't want to, because—well, regulations! I'm sure there are regulations about it." He gasped for air, his face red and his hands grasping at invisible straws in front of him.
"Yes, of course," Rei said. "Perhaps you should have a night out at a bar," she continued. "I would have to be present, but I am sure you could find a one night stand if you applied yourself."
Shinji did not immediately answer, and in the end, decided not to answer to begin with. As he pocketed his shopping list and made to leave, his cellphone and that of Rei both rang as the door of their apartment opened up to reveal section two agents ready to escort them down to the high speed train that would lead them directly into Nerv's hangar bays. Shinji had barely the time to flip his phone open and push his ear against it before he was roughly escorted out, the voice over the phone that of Misato explaining the situation.
"We have a problem," she spoke through the phone as Shinji ended up sitting on one of the train's seats, two pairs of belts crossed over his chest. He had an inkling that he wouldn't like the speed at which the train was going, nor Misato's next words, but he didn't need to ponder about it for long.
The train accelerated at a speed more similar to a rail-gun firing a bullet than a train actually increasing in speed, and just as quickly as it had begun, it abruptly ended in turn. His cellphone flew in the air, his grip on it slipping, and shattered against the floor in a hundred pieces. He belatedly managed to pry himself out of the seat belts and stumble through the open doors, Rei following him quickly and silently.
"The Magi are detecting a fast-descending object that pings the pattern Blue," Misato spoke from the train platform, giving a curt nod to two agents by her side. "We have two minutes."
"Wait. Two minutes for—" Shinji didn't even get to finish his sentence, because he was hastily stripped -more like, his clothes were ripped out from him as he was slammed on a trolley and pushed up the ramp to the Evangelion's entrance cockpit. "W—Wait!" he shrieked. "What is going on!? What—What's happening!?" his screams weren't met with answers, but as he was literally dunked into the entry plug, he gasped at the LCL already half-filling the seats. By the time he actually understood what was going on, his Evangelion had been hastily ejected out of the ramp and onto the still chaotic streets of Tokyo Three. Even though the buildings had begun to collapse, it was clear that the casualties would be high, even without an Angel's appearance.
Shinji could see the tiny shapes of humans running away, and while he couldn't hear their screams, he was sure that this sudden, abrupt ejection of the Evangelion had crashed a couple of buildings along the way. Whatever was going on, they were pressed for time.
"One minute and fifteen seconds! Rush North-West on the double, forget the battery life and everything on your path!" Misato yelled, "Hurry, or we're all going to die!" to that order, it wasn't like Shinji could stop and think, and so he rushed forward. He nimbly jumped, trying his hardest to keep himself from crushing the people down below, some too scared to even move.
There was no time, but even he had no idea what they were running up against. "Misato-there's nothing in that direction!" Shinji yelled as he ended up by the outskirts of the city, his eyes wide. "There's nothing around us!"
"Major, there is nothing here," Rei said too, Shinji's eyes doing their hardest not to look at her image in the video feed. While it cut off before reaching any unsavory bit, it was still a bit too much to look at, especially when they were currently busy trying to understand what was going on.
"It should be there!" Misato snapped, "The Magi are showing us—send them the satellite video feed, Ibuki!"
"Yes ma'am," Maya said crisply through the audio feed, and suddenly a bird view of the world appeared in front of Shinji's screen, revealing a descending mass of light and brilliant orange colors and flames, twisting as hexagon-shaped AT-Fields seemed to encompass its being, increasing its speed.
"You need to find that Angel and stop him using your combined AT-Field! And you need to be quick about it, because it's coming down—"
"But there's nothing out here," Shinji stressed, looking around. "An object at that speed-"
"Thirty seconds to impact!" Misato barked, "Find it, now!"
His eyes moved to the ground, and then around it. His eyes widened. "It's not North West! It's South East!" he yelled as he suddenly lunged in that direction, the clouds having parted away abruptly, even though nothing appeared in Shinji's visor. "The feeds are all wrong!" he roared, "They're all wrong!"
"What? Shinji—" the Major began to say, only for Rei's voice to cut in.
"Shinji is right, I'm looking at the Angel right now," she added, her appearance in the video feed of her entry plug empty.
"Rei, get back into your entry plug!" Misato's voice didn't reach Shinji's ears as he pumped everything he had into his legs, screaming hoarsely as he suddenly slid against the ground and thrust his arms upwards, a shrill scream leaving his lips as what felt like a miniature sun, with all of its mass and not just its heat, abruptly materialized over his crackling video sensors. The giant eye of the Angel stared deep into Shinji's own crying ones. The LCL evaporated as the impact shattered and pulverized Shinji's—the Eva's arms, the AT-Field collapsing like a castle of folded cards, the pressure so great it sent the Eva to plummet down below.
Twin robotic feet slammed home into the side of the miniature sun just at the right time. A second too late, and the Angel would have continued down its path, shattering the Evangelion's core and the entry plug. Instead it diverted its course just that tiny amount that it took away the lower body of the Eva, making Shinji's body convulse from the sudden sensation of having his lower legs ripped out from him by what fell like a road roller.
Waves of heat vaporized the grass, the landscape turning into a molten mixture of slag and glass which shattered thoroughly as the Angel abruptly flapped its twin-eyed wings of flesh and twisted into non-Euclidean geometries, reappearing as if by magic a few hundred kilometers over their heads.
"It..." Rei whispered, "It folded space."
"The Magi are not responding—" Misato said, only for static to take over her video feed, static which was soon replaced by a strange creature without a head, in shape similar to a human torso with dark red blotches over its skin and wires emerging from both its upper and lower parts.
"No..." Rei said, her eyes wide as her breathing hitched. She grabbed on to Shinji's half-torn Evangelion, hoisting the Eva up with her arms. There were two Angels, not one, and one had managed to infiltrate deep within the Geofront to the point of interfacing with the Magi system. One was high in the sky, the other deep below ground and-and she had to deal with them, because if she didn't, then...
Then Shinji would die.
In the right corner of her video feed, the clock of her battery life kept ticking.
Only, abruptly, rather than tick down from one minute to fifty-nine seconds...
...it began to tick upwards.