Chapter 21: Gimu
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
"We all know our duty to the Crown, but we don't put our children in redcoats at school, be it Grammar, Trade, or otherwise. The Japanese…they just see them as a bunch of potential reservists for a future war against China or us." British Ambassador to Japan Sir Lloyd-James to Lord Chancellor Cromford.
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XXI
Shinji thrust as best he could. The stick that stood in for a rifle struck the straw dummy with a light thud. The strike was entirely off centre, sticking the would-be Chinese soldier in his shoulder instead of his heart.
Shinji's eardrums exploded a split second later.
"What the fuck was that!?" Sergeant Saito stood so close that his breath filled Shinji's nostrils.
"I-I tried-" He winced as Saito's cane nastily prodded him in the gut.
"Tried isn't good enough. That fucker is here to kill you and all your friends. So when you stick him, stick him in the fucking heart. Now get to the back of the line, and Gods help you if you fuck up again, Cadet Ikari."
Shinji did as he was told and walked as quickly as he could, fighting off the urge to break into a run. Saito in his estimation was like any predatory animal: if he smelt fear, he'd go in for the kill.
Like the Seraph…
Some of the other boys laughed at him. Their curiosity was already turning into contempt. The girls meanwhile raised their noses in amusement and faint disgust, although Hikari flashed him a sympathetic look.
One of the boys, only a little shorter than Toji and about as muscled, folded his arms and smirked.
"At least we all know who the meat shield is."
At that the two boys closest to him sniggered.
Oh shit.
Shinji knew who he was. His name was Taro Seki, their resident school bully and one of the primary competitors for dominance in the classroom. And, like Saito, he'd just smelled weakness.
Can I please stop walking into trouble for one day?
Shinji resolutely refused to meet his gaze and continued to the back of the line. As if some divine entity had heard his plea and decided to punish him for it, he found himself next to Toji. Fortunately, the ordered chaos and cacophony of camp Tsuyama managed to fend off any real conversation.
Nestled in the hills of Hakone, it was a two square mile slab of concrete and tarmac, ringed in by a cruel barbed wire fence. According to Saito there could be two or three full divisions worth of "you shits" there at any time and Shinji believed him. Formation of Nakisawame's children, ranging from platoons to battalions, marched or jogged past them. In their khaki trainee uniforms they were taught the bare basics of warfare: to march and to kill. It was a scene repeated across the Home Islands as a new generation of the Emperor's warriors were raised into his service. Despite the whine of Manmitsu engines as tanks and trucks drove by, or the scream of VTOLs overhead, Shinji could still make out the sounds of thousands of boots tramping in unison.
Hearing such a tramping, his eyes drifted over to a company of older students from Sengokuhara High. Unlike their juniors they wore the army's navy blue and marched with the same precision Shinji had seen the marines parade with at Kure. With Arisaka rail rifles over their shoulders, their bayonets glinted in the summer sun. They were truly striking.
I wonder if I'll ever get to wear a uniform like that? He hid a humourless chuckle. No. I'm pretty obviously not cut out to be a soldier, let alone a sailor. Besides, the Navy's uniforms don't look much like that.
"Quite something aren't they?" Toji followed his gaze.
"…yeah…" Shinji murmured then realised who he was talking to. Immediately, he forced some jumbled words out to suppress any mention or thought of Sakura Suzuhara. "You…er…want to be a soldier?"
"Me? No." Toji laughed humourlessly. "I don't have the time."
"Right."
Shinji turned his mind back to the matter at hand, of "sticking" a straw Chinese soldier, praying their conversation ended there. He was unlucky, of course.
"How are you holding up from earlier?" Toji said.
"What? Oh, that." Shinji winced over his sudden disappearance and the suspicion it aroused. "I'm fine."
"You didn't look it, buddy."
"A bit of my sandwich disagreed with me."
"Must have been one hell of a sandwich. If anything, you seemed kinda upset about what happened to my sister."
Shinji felt his heart pound in his throat.
He's suspicious. Shit, shit, shit.
"It-it…it's a terrible thing to happen. M-my condolences."
Toji frowned. "Well thanks, I guess…" He suddenly looked up, like a fox smelling danger in the wind. "Quiet now. Saito will cut our tongues out if he hears us speaking out of turn."
"Mm." Shinji nodded at that without a hint of disagreement. Despite it being a welcome distraction, he would have liked a distraction less vicious than Sergeant Saito.
Their turn approached, and he got another good luck at their drill sergeant. Built like a gorilla with a face that looked as if it had been squashed by a frying pan, Saito had beady brown eyes that maliciously peered out at everyone around him. They were all insults to his army, and it was his mission in life to turn the insults into soldiers or grind them into paste.
The worst part was, in a way, he was right. The hideous scar that ran from chin to forehead told Shinji enough about his experience. In a way it complemented his greying brown, military cut hair and stubble. He had the look of a veteran, one who'd killed many, many times.
I wonder where he fought? For a moment, Shinji pondered whether or not this man had fought in the Siege of Tsuyama, the famous battle for which this camp was named.
Shinji's turn came.
After Toji had finished jabbing the dummy straight in its heart, Shinji marched up and thrust again. Meeting no further luck, bouncing off its "stomach", he sagged and sighed.
"Oh, what's the use?" He muttered under his breath.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been quiet enough.
"What's the use!?" Saito's voice went off like an artillery barrage in his ear. Shinji's teeth nearly chattered. Almost immediately, his stick was snatched from his hands and he was hoisted one hundred and eighty degrees to look his classmates in the face. Saito stood at his side. He dwarfed him in both width and height.
"Cadet Ikari here is wondering what the point of this is." Saito's snarled.
"I-I-I didn't mean-" Shinji winced as Saito struck him in the arm.
"He probably thinks that war is a range game now. That knife work is beneath a technologically advanced military. No doubt some of you maggots think the same." The sergeant began to pace.
"You are thinking wrong. At some point, you will face someone eye to eye who wants to kill you. He will take his 'primitive' weapon and cut your fucking throat out with it! Do you understand me!?"
"Yes, sergeant!" Twenty fearful teenagers shouted.
"Uh-huh, I bet you do. Right now none of you would survive a fight with the most basic Chinese conscript, let alone a redcoat." At that he rounded on Shinji.
"Does that explain what's the use to you, Cadet Ikari."
"Y-yes, sir."
Saito glowered, but his fury seemed to have abated.
"Carry on." He turned and strode away, muttering to himself. "To think this had to happen to me…in my fucking army…"
Shinji breathed deeply for a few moments, wanting to curl into a ball and hide. But they all looked. Some shook their heads and others laughed. All had a caution to them. Every platoon had a bad apple, one who constantly got everyone else in trouble. It would seem he was the rotten fruit in question.
"Get out of the way, cunt." Mary growled, pushing him aside less forcefully than she could have, and advanced on the dummy. Her thrust was nearly perfect as well, although Shinji reckoned she wasn't imagining a "Chinese" soldier there.
Teaching a provincial how to kill? That might be a worse idea than training me.
Making his way to the back of the line, Shinji wondered if he should disappear among the various cabins and barracks of camp Tsuyama. He'd done it before and could do it again, a lifetime of dodging the Kenpeitai teaching him well in that regard.
"Ikari." Said a whisper of a voice.
Shinji shut his eyes. Fuck.
His day had just become worse.
Rei stood next to him. Her red eyes slowly appraised his tired body in their mechanical war, almost a welcome difference to the scorn of everyone else.
Almost.
Shinji itched to stick that dummy again. Anything that got him away from her was worth it.
"Permission to ask a question?" Rei said in her usual tone but made no attempt to hush it.
"Later." Shinji growled.
"When?"
Shinji blinked. "What?"
"You said later. When would that be?"
"I have absolutely no idea. Now shut up before-"
"Cadets Ikari and Ayanami!"
Shinji fixed Rei with a glare.
I hate you. I hate you with all my heart.
Saito had found prey and he pounced. "Speaking without permission. Not in my Army. You both. With me. Now." He beckoned for them to follow.
Obediently, the two jogged after him. Some students stifled a snigger at the class's two loners getting it in the neck, but Shinji didn't have long to hear them. Saito lead them through the labyrinth of Tsuyama, until they reached an empty barrack just off the main vehicle depo.
"Inside." He growled. The two teenagers walked in and he followed, slamming the door behind him. Sunlight trickled through the small windows and onto the concrete floor. Saito's black boots echoed throughout the building, cane held behind his back and eyes narrowed into slits.
"I've been made aware that you are both on Gendo Ikari's payroll."
Silence hung like a steel blanket.
"Now, because you're Nerv's pets, I have to go easy on you. Marshal's orders and all that. But that does not mean you shit stains are exempt from rules." His cane began to bend to a frightening degree. "Probably not a single fighting man among those fucking civvies. Who've they got training you?"
Shinji nervously licked his lips, not daring to answer. He was about to punished, he'd no doubts there, but at the same time had no desire to make it worse. Once, when teacher was angry, he'd dared to talk back and to look him in the eye.
That had been a hard lesson.
Keep your mouth shut. Let him talk and this will be over all the quicker. He grimaced. If you'd kept your mouth shut in the first place, you wouldn't be in this mess.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Rei's stonelike expression had remained unchanged. His heart began to beat that bit more angrily. This mess? I wouldn't be here in the first place if it weren't for you.
Saito sighed. "Permission to speak, granted."
Shinji shifted from the discomfort of his sticky with sweat tunic. He had to give an answer, and better he than Rei who might open her mouth and get them into more trouble.
"We have two, sir. One's an ex-army surgeon. He's our doctor. The other fought in America's civil war. He's our combat instructor." He said.
"Hmph. That's a surprise. One or two know what they're doing then. They've clearly failed to knock discipline into you though." Saito turned and advanced on them. "Truth is, I couldn't give less of a shit about you two. I don't care about how important you are to Nerv. In this camp you are cannon fodder of the Imperial Army. You are all equally worthless. You are not better than your fellow cadets."
"S-sir, I-" Shinji tried to explain to no avail.
"You are not exempt from the rules. Speaking without permission is a breach of discipline." His eyes narrowed into slits at Shinji. "As is sneaking off when you think we aren't looking."
Oh shit. Shinji stared straight into his shoes.
Saito stepped back, quickly casting a glance at Rei. "As this is your first infraction, we'll let you off lightly. But as for you…"
The cane crashed into Shinji's cheek. Pain exploded throughout his jaw but he stayed resolutely at his spot. Compared to a fist, the cane stung a good deal more.
"I've got my eye on you." The drill sergeant hissed directly into his face. "Dismissed."
Without another word, he ushered them out of the hut. He didn't beckon them to follow, indeed it were as if they didn't exist for the moment, but Saito clearly trusted them to know what would happen if they didn't follow quickly.
I cannot wait to go home. Just a few more weeks. Shinji inhaled and exhaled deeply, fist clenching and unclenching.
"Ikari." Rei said.
"What?" He almost shuddered with rage.
"Is later now?"
Something in Shinji snapped. This thing, this desecration of his kind and beautiful mother, had not only got him into trouble in the first place, but now she dared to mock him. It was the reason he was in this city at all, and he was the reason it was still alive.
His fist cracked into the clone's jaw. Rei toppled over into the mud, her eyes having flown open in shock. Shinji had a second to feel amused at the breaking computer before Saito's cane descended on him.
The sergeant didn't say anything this time. He just made sure he battered Shinji into the ground, then aimed a savage kick at his ribs. Finished, Saito then helped Rei to her feet and brushed some mud off her.
The favourite as always…Shinji spat blood out. I should have let that Seraph kill you.
The moment the thought came, he felt his stomach turn inside out. And soon the sickness intertwined with shame, as Rei's usually placid red gaze held a twinge of fear. He'd attacked a girl, and now she was frightened of him.
Now matter hard he tried, he couldn't stop disappointing Yui Ikari's memory.
Nothing to be done about it now. He forced himself to his feet. It's for the best. At least she'll stay away from me now-
A pair of brown eyes in the corner of his vision caused chills to roll up Shinji's spine. In the shadow of the hut, doubtlessly soon to be disciplined for leaving the platoon without permission, was Toji.
He'd followed.
From the look on his face, Shinji guessed he hadn't liked what he heard.
For a moment the anger and shame dissipated, as Shinji's heart sank into his shoes. Now Toji knew for certain he worked for Nerv. And on the very same day he'd arrived, little Sakura Suzuhara had been near crushed to death by Evangelium Unit 01. A subject which he'd been extraordinarily incompetent at hiding his guilt over.
In his position, even Shinji could put two and two together.
He knows…He knows…
Author's note.
I make absolutely no excuses for this absurdly long wait. I think my original idea had been to type up a bunch of chapters then post them all at once, but due to my horrible attention span and constantly being distracted by the internet, this didn't happen. Add the ever-increasing embarrassment over the widening gap between updates, and I found myself evasive of writing. Even worse, I was gripped by the mindset of "just a bit longer and I'll get it perfect!"
It's very silly, I know.
But I seem to be getting back into the swing of things. I have managed to cobble together a bunch of chapters that only need a few more tweaks. My update schedule should be a bit busier now!
Until next time, my dear readers.