First Frame: Contact
If someone had asked to Seymour Parrish weeks ago where he thought he would be in the near future, Sy would have replied with the most polite tone he could muster that 'he planned to be where he had been in the last twelve years'.
The Evants County, where Los Angeles SavMart was sited and… where he had nurtured a grand renovation of his life. The pain of the past, coupled with the loneliness of being… left forgotten had left him a shell of what he would then become.
An expert of Photo, a good technician and… a guardian.
Nine years of watching as the Yorkin family showed him a grandiose path of true affection that not even his wildest dreams could even dare to gaze at. Such a magnificent sight that keep him going for years, giving him a direction and a goal.
A selfish goal, he would easily admit to anyone that asked about it, but one that for some reason pushed him to achieve beyond what his expectations of life where.
Dark thoughts were meek compared to the bright light that ushered him toward the pleasant warmth. It was so pretty, it was so unique.
But it ended up being all a lie.
Another stab to his soul, one that pictures failed to notice and… he was left broken once more. Will Yorkin, a man so lucky to have a beautiful wife and child… cheating so eagerly with a co-worker.
Disgust and bile had reached his throat the moment the realization struck his mind. That someone would be throwing so many beautiful things, so many lucks, for the sake of selfish desires…
it reminded him of his father.
Something
snapped within his core and soon a new motivation rose from within his simple morals. Punishment had to be dispensed… but how?
In his depression, caused by the loss of his work at SavMart, his thoughts trailed back to his childhood.
A lone child, a chubby one that would easily be targeted by bullies. Those minor things faded before the cruelty of his paternal figure. Photos that were tainted by the vile actions of a greedy man, one that betrayed the trust of his family for the sake of money and depravity.
A plan formed and he executed it swiftly.
Few hours later, as he finished the interrogation with Detective Van Der Zee, Seymour watched one last time the results of his act. Photos of a sink, of a bathtub and of curtains. While he was sure that the Yorkin family hated him for the terrible deeds he had committed, in his heart he was proud of the aftermath.
The family will learn to heal and reach that unity he had only seen through the pictures he had from them.
It should have ended here, the life of Seymour Parrish, the 'crazy' stalker from the SavMart.
And yet it wasn't.
The first hint that something was wrong was the moment the light illuminating the room stopped working, darkness engulfing the pristine place and leaving Sy in the shadows.
Panic surged, but his composed mindset deterred him from getting up from his seat. Maybe it was a common blackout, it was quite usual in that part of the world, or maybe it was a… test?
Still he kept put as he waited for something to happen. Anything.
His mind suggesting him images he hardly wished to remember and…
he fell.
Trash bags cushioned his fall, but he had to wait few moments to recollect his thoughts at this… development. Wobbling, he stood up while cleaning his glasses, dirtied by the garbage now beneath him.
As the lenses returned to help his sight, his eyes widened astronomically at his new whereabouts.
He was no more in the local police department, the interrogation room, but in an unfamiliar alley. It was night.
Thinking back to few moments earlier, Sy was sure it had been morning when the interrogation had began and the entire event lasted about 2 hours at best.
There was no way that-
The man stopped, crouching as he spotted the newspaper on the floor. There wasn't even a single English word on it.
The symbols, his mind reminded him of when his assistant Yoshi Akira had shown him a letter from his parents in Japan. It was… Kanji?
He might be clueless about the alphabet and, if it had been an actual Japanese person, Seymour would have managed fine with a normal conversation to find some help. His former assistant had been very 'eloquent' when he would fail to complete a task, using his native language to curse foul words without warranting his attention.
Of course the older man picked up that something was off and decided to learn some words of Japanese. His accent was atrocious, but this new addition to his ever-expanding knowledge did work perfectly to catch the youth using crass words in the workplace.
He cracked a smile as he remembered the surprised expression on the young Asian man's face as his foul word was met with a lecture in Japanese. He
might have messed up some words along the long-winded speech but… the message reached the former assistant, Yoshi actually accepting the rule of keeping a good attitude at work.
With the newspaper in his hands, Sy sighed as he felt the sudden development fully sinking in his brain.
He wasn't in America. Japan sounded the closest to the nation he was currently in and… how did that happen?
Confusion, surprise and- panic! The Yorkin family still kept a special spot in his heart and, with him going missing the pieces he had connected would… fade away. Undone by fate and-
I-It was because he had overstepped his boundaries? Trying to make himself happy by… helping them?
His mind quivered in pain, too many frames appearing all at once and wobbling towards the exit of the alley, he tripped.
Thud
The pain rising from the fall wasn't terrible and it was soothed by the sight before him. In front of him, broken apart, was a small camera. The damage didn't look particularly horrible and… it looked different than any he had seen in his entire career as technician.
"
I-I am sorry, I wasn't looking and-" But Seymour didn't listen, getting up while holding the pieces of the device as he slowly started to assemble it back together. It was different than a Kodak and… it barely resembled a Canon in terms of bulkiness, there was the space for a roll film too.
"
T-That is..." The young Asian man blinked. "
S-Sir, may I know who you are?"
The basic question finally struck within the American-born technician and Sy answered curtly, trying to keep himself from showing his disastrous accent. "Parrish Seymour."
The man blinked and nodded quickly. "Y-You are American, right?"
Seymour looked surprised for a moment. "Yes and... your accent is actually very good."
"Too kind, Seymour-senpai."
A perplexed brow rose in the blond man's face. "Wait, senpai?"
"You repaired my invention without hesitation and- You are older and more experienced than me, Seymour-senpai."
The passionate tone further surprised the foreigner. "I-I am-
was a photo technician. N-Nothing that special-"
"With all the respect I can muster, Sir. You are brilliant." He took the camera in his hands. "That piece is one of the most sophisticated devices I have developed and-"
The stranger paused, looking left and right, before coming a little closer to whisper to Seymour.
"I know of a bar. We can talk more about this and… I have a proposal."
Sy blinked, his mind weighing out the options he was given in that particular situation.
While the young man sounded oddly 'endearing' with his way with words and his amiable personality, a personality Seymour surprisingly found well to interact with, it was also true that he was not home and that the Yorkin family-
Are probably going to keep away from breaking apart once more, as he had wished for.
The pressuring thought pushed him deep in the opportunity presented to him. A new job? After the Yorkins… he needed something to do. Something about photographs and… start a brand new life.
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That night was one of major discoveries for the poor nobody that was Seymour Parrish.
This wasn't… a world he knew of. This Second Impact, the genocidal aftermath and NERV.
So much information and so little time to fully absorb it all. Yet the night was also the cornerstone for his life, the blond man striking a deal with the young Teru Nakajima, a pioneer of the business of Cameras and Movies.
With the disasters that had happened merely years ago, people started to think less of getting Cameras to frame the chaos unfolding before them. Something that Seymour saw as reasonable as
photos are meant to represent happy moments, never sad ones.
With the rise of NERV and the normalization from the madness of the Post-Impact period saw a renaissance of that branch of the business and… Teru had struck gold with his idea.
Compared to any of the available devices to record images and sounds currently existing, what the young man planned to introduce was innovative for this world.
And it was something Sy knew how to use, produce and keep in a reliable condition, which weighted a lot in the youth's judgment of his character.
The contract was quite fair compared to the miser one he had been forced to sign twelve years earlier, the rewards being more than ten-times bigger than the ones SavMart had given to him.
A 40% cut of the profits from the new patent? It was going to set him for life.
The ownership of the big shop in the city, Tokyo-3? It was ironic how he had ended up having his own clients, and not just those from SavMart.
But beyond the gifts that fate had bestowed him, a grand cost had to be paid.
Two weeks passed quickly, Seymour gaining some good hold over the frenetic rhythms of the city and the people buying things from the shop.
But every time he was at his new flat, his stare would bore dully on the empty white wall in his living room. Sadness filled his heart, the pictures that had for so long motivated him to go forward… weren't here.
It felt… odd.
He
knew that anger was meant to spark from this terrible fact but… there was none within him. The ideal world, the one he had built from the copies of the frames he had collected for nine, long years had been left behind, together with his former life and… them.
A heavy loss, one that will forever stain his soul to the end of time… but he will go forward. Because now… now some rest with his passion was in order.
A guardian angel he might be, but Seymour was still mortal.
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Seymour sighed as another large crowd of people went through the line to get some photos prepared for them. The process was eased by the presence of five assistants on the workplace, but the long time spent there was much more stressful than when he worked for SavMart.
The paperwork was also there to drain whatever energy was left after the closure of the shop, something that the man had hardly faced with so much frequency in his entire career.
Once again, another eight hour flied quickly as he went through the job he loved to the core. Pictures of cats, of babies, of birthday parties and weddings. Events of joy, reminders of those moments that people enjoy and wish to keep forever in their memories.
It was getting late and Seymour was alone in his thoughts as he finished calibrating the last printer used that day. It was a task he would find pleasant to commit before finally calling a day and go back to his home.
But this time-
Tap-tap
-Things were going to be different than the usual.
His eyes raised at the familiar noise of fingers tapping at glass, meeting up with a young girl waiting patiently by the closed doors.
She was fairly short, possibly a high-schooler by her familiar uniform. Piercing red eyes that showed no emotion in the immediate and short, light-blue hair.
Sy blinked in surprise at the sight but quickly understood that the girl was calling his attention with the tapping. Walking over to the closed glass doors he opened a little. "Yes?"
The girl stood quiet for a moment, the politely replied. "I would like to buy a camera."
The man frowned. "Miss, the shop is closed."
Something stirred within her, something that only her eyes betrayed as she looked briefly at the large tag with the opening hours. Her head tilted by the side, a light scowl in her face and… Sy sighed.
"Do you truly need one?"
Her eyes returned back at his face, she nodded curtly as he hummed quietly, opening the door fully as he invited her in.
The girl didn't need to be told twice, entering the building as she started to browse the various devices Teru had developed just last week.
Finally the teen paused in front of one of the cheapest model, but also one of the easiest to use around by amateurs. Taking it in her hands, she walked by the counter putting it on the desk as Sy reached for the cash register.
"Why did you do that?"
The question interrupted the man as he finished placing the correct amount of money inside the machine, his blue eyes darting at the young girl as he considered the question. He smiled.
"I think pictures are something beautiful." He stated calmly. "Everyone should be able to afford to enjoy this gift and find happiness with it."
"But what and who is worth a picture?" She continued seemingly unfazed.
Now that was an interesting question. One that Sy knew the answers perfectly after so many years repeating this mantra inside his head.
"I think many things and people are entitled to a picture. I think that no one takes photographs of things they want to forget."
"So… it is at the leisure of the photographer?"
The man nodded, still smiling and-
Click – He found himself flashed by a familiar bright light.
The girl looked down at the device and then back at the surprised man. "I think I understand now."
Seymour didn't reply, his mind rebooting at the sudden action that he hardly registered the girl leaving the shop. Alone in his thoughts, something sparked within him.
Something… new.
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AN
I am genuinely surprised by the lack of xovers between the two things. While people might be disillusioned by the mere idea of using the 'Angel figure' as a connection for the movie to Eva, I think many overlook the fact that Sy and Rei have a very similar personality.
They both lack self-worth, inherently crave affection and are incapable of connecting with others. While this might sound little, it takes this much for two individuals to find common ground.
About Seymour Parrish: This fic will not defend nor condone the actions he committed in the movie. He was a stalker, he went full Yandere and he ended up in prison for those things. This could be considered an attempt to… redeem is character. Without the Yorkins being his constant fixation, he is practically aimless as of now.
Will he get obsessed with Rei? No. Sy's obsession stem from the fact he 'wish' to be part of the perfect family. Rei is a single individual, lacks in social skills and will now put on fact the words of the kind man that had helped her when she needed some.
Will she be obsessed with someone? No. No yandere Rei in this story, my apologies.
But what this will be? A pilot for something. I don't even know if I will continue it, but I will consider words and feedback. Maybe improve the current chapter's grammar where people notice errors and mistakes, maybe even think of co-write this with someone from my trusted circles.
Without further ado, I let you enjoy another day pleasantly in the magical world of FFN.