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Breathe in...breathe out

The neon ignition and vibrant lights came alive, signalling the activation of the mechanical heartbeat.

"Diagnostics running." ; "Operating system functional." ; "Limb-linkage successful."

Within the Mecha's cockpit – dubbed the entry plug - sat the pilot, Mana Kirishima.

"Initiate the activation sequence." a voice instructed.

Red lights flickered inside the plug, soon overtaken by shimmering blues and finally transforming into pure fluorescent whites. Outside, the Mecha's lights illuminated, and its limbs began to stir.

"Alright, today the J.S.D.F and U.N will be observing you." A voice spoke through the communications system. "Show em the fruits of our labour."

Mana propelled the Mecha forward, triggering the activation of the back thrusters, causing the legs to fold. The thunderous crackling roar of hot exhaust mixed with cooler air reverberated throughout the station and launchpad.

"T•RIDEN•T Land Cruiser, LAUNCH!" With unwavering determination, she pushed the gears forward, and the mech glided through a tunnel, greeted by strobe lights as it emerged out into the open. Mana felt a slight tremor, aware that the military commanders were watching. Despite her nerves, she persisted, pushing the Mecha to the point of breaking the sound barrier.

"What is the pilot's condition?"

"She remains stable, although her heart rate has increased. It is likely she will take damage but it will be minimal."

"Mana, can you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," she responded promptly. "Prepare to take the T•RIDEN•T underwater. We are gearing up for a naval and aquatic battle." Following orders, Mana adjusted the gears and activated the naval system, causing the Land Cruiser to submerge itself into the water, leaving behind a trail of glistening particles.

"Now, attack!" She activated the weapons system, illuminating the submerged landmines through her visor. With a press of a button, the Land Cruiser unleashed its firepower, hitting all the designated targets as Mana swiftly maneuvered across them. An aquatic submarine fired at her, but she narrowly evaded the attack.

"What is this? what's going on? That wasn't part of the simulation!"

"The J.S.D.F wanted to ensure that she was prepared for all possible situations."

"They could have killed her, damn it," she muttered under her breath.

The submarines unleashed a volley of fire simultaneously, leaving Mana with little room to dodge. She bravely attempted to evade as many projectiles as possible, but some managed to land, causing her body to tremble. Determined and resolute, she shook her head to regain her focus.

"Alright," she grunted, mustering her strength. "Let's go." With precision, she targeted both the mines and submarines, unleashing a torrent of ranged firepower at the mines while engaging the submarines in close combat, employing the T•RIDEN•T's powerful limbs to take them down.

"She's pushing herself and the Land Cruiser," Kaede remarked, acknowledging the strain on Mana.

"They're not exactly giving her a choice," Satsuki replied, a tinge of frustration in her voice.

"Are those all of them?" Mana asked, her breathing heavy.

"No, there are more," Aoi responded, indicating the presence of additional threats on her radar.

To her surprise, seven more submarines emerged from behind.

"What in the world is going on?" Satsuki exclaimed, disbelief evident in her tone.

"They're testing her," Kaede stated with contempt.

This time, the submarines executed a synchronized clockwise rotation, launching attacks from different angles, disorienting Mana and making it challenging for her to defend herself.

"Tell them to stop or she'll sink!" Satsuki shouted at her commander-in-chief, who silently observed the intense trial.

"Dammit!" Satsuki yelled, frustration taking hold as she looked at the screen. Mana paused briefly to catch her breath, while the T•RIDEN•T continued its descent into the depths.

"Is it over?" Aoi cautiously inquired.

"No," the commander replied firmly. "Give her a chance."

Mana took a moment to steady herself, focusing on her breathing.

Despite enduring some damage, the T•RIDEN•T stood strong, refusing to be toppled. Mana reignited the neon engines, reactivating the systems with determination in her eyes. Looking upward, she noticed the presence of the remaining submarines. Calculating her moves, she targeted all possible threats from beneath, firing her remaining torpedoes as she ascended. Emerging from the water in a graceful motion, the T•RIDEN•T left behind a trail of misty fumes, soaring into the open air.

"That's my girl!" Satsuki exclaimed proudly.

The thunderous roar of jet engines filled the sky, indicating that the battle was far from over. Mana gathered herself once more, taking deep breaths as she prepared for what lay ahead.

"Come on, Mana. You can do this," Satsuki encouraged her unwaveringly.

Meanwhile, Mana struggled to catch her breath, panting heavily. "The pilot's status is critical," Aoi expressed with concern.

"The T•RIDEN•T has sustained significant damage. It can't continue on like this," Kaede added, emphasizing the need for caution.

minimal damage huh? Satsuki scoffed

"Not yet," the commander declared confidently. "She can still overcome this."

Mana turned her gaze, gliding backward while manually engaging the incoming fighter jets. She managed to bring down a few adversaries, but the remaining jets retaliated, bombarding the T•RIDEN•T with their missiles.

"Come on," Mana grunted, pushing herself beyond her limits. "Just a few more," she repeated to herself, firing relentlessly. However, her ammunition eventually ran out, leaving two—no, three fighter jets circling around her.

"Damn it!" she exclaimed, refusing to back down. Without redirecting her thrusters,

she charged forward, determined to face the challenge head-on.

"What is she doing?" Aoi asked, concern evident in her voice. "She's being reckless," Kaede frustratingly expressed.

Mana fearlessly charged headlong, colliding with the fighter jets, expertly maneuvering around them, tirelessly pursuing each one until they were all vanquished. The T•RIDEN•T then descended into the waters, floating serenely on the surface as Mana summoned her last ounce of strength to maintain its balance. Exhausted, she slumped in the entry plug, drained by the intense battle.

"The T•RIDEN•T wasn't designed for high altitudes," Kaede angrily reiterated.

"And the extent of damage she sustained surpasses our initial calculations," Aoi added, the weight of the situation evident in her words.

"That's going to have consequences," Satsuki sighed, recognizing the implications. "Pull her back and return to the launch area."

Once their mission was accomplished and the JSDF, accompanied by the U.N., had witnessed everything they had come to see, the Trident was carefully maneuvered back into the tunnel, and the towering Mech landed gracefully on the launchpad.

With a sense of urgency, they swiftly extracted Mana from the entry plug, her motionless, pale form resembling that of a lifeless doll. Alarmed by her condition, they wasted no time in rushing her to the hospital, urgency evident in their every move.

Meanwhile, Satsuki, Kaede, and Aoi gathered in a private meeting with their commander in chief. The room buzzed with tension as they exchanged concerned glances.

"Sir, she barely made it out of there alive. Were you intentionally putting our pilot's life at stake?" Satsuki's voice carried a mix of anger and disbelief, her frustration palpable in the air.

The commander in chief met her gaze with a stoic expression, his eyes revealing the weight of his responsibilities. "Watch your tone, Colonel," He retorted firmly. "Pilot Kirishima is just one among many. Sacrifices must be made."

Aoi interjected, her voice laced with conviction. "But sir, she possesses unparalleled expertise. Years of rigorous training and experience have shaped her into the irreplaceable asset she is today. We cannot simply discard her like a disposable tool."

The commander in chief considered their words, his brows furrowing in contemplation. "What about Keita and Musashi Lee?" he inquired, seeking an alternative.

"They lack the efficiency and sheer talent displayed by Kirishima Mana," Aoi responded, her voice unwavering. "She is truly exceptional, sir."

Understanding their concerns, the commander sighed, his frustration evident. "I acknowledge the risks involved," he admitted. "However, the J.S.D.F and U.N. demand swift results. Time is a luxury we cannot afford."

Kaede, her voice filled with desperation, pleaded, "Sir, sacrificing our pilot will not expedite the process. We implore you to negotiate for more time."

The room fell into a tense silence as the commander clenched his fist, battling the weight of his decision. "I will discuss the matter with them," he finally conceded. "But be aware, our focus is shifting towards the human articulation system. It is a necessary step, regardless of the challenges it presents."

Satsuki frowned, struggling to contain her concerns. "Sir, we are barely managing with the T•RIDEN•T's mechanical engine system. Transitioning to nerve links and connections requires significant time and resources-"

His gaze unwavering, the commander interrupted her, his tone resolute. "I understand the difficulties, Colonel. I realize the burden I am placing upon all of you. But our current path is no longer viable, and the risks extend beyond the pilot. I have already informed Koji Katori and Mitsuru Watatake about the impending changes."

Kaede was about to interject once more, her lips parting with words left unsaid, but the commander's stern gaze silenced her. "You don't have to like each other," he stated firmly. "You just have to work together. That is the only expectation I have."

Reluctantly, the trio nodded in agreement, their reservations evident in their eyes. "Yes, sir," they replied in unison, their voices tinged with reluctance.

"Very well. You are dismissed," the commander said, rising from his chair and exiting the room, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with apprehension.

As they filed out of the command centre, making their way toward their respective offices, they encountered a peculiar brunette dressed in a pink jacket and black trousers.

"Interesting...machine, you're working on here." The brunette said

Curiosity piqued, Satsuki couldn't help but inquire "And who are you?"

With an air of enigmatic confidence, the stranger introduced herself, "Mari. Mari illustrious Makinami." She extended her hand, a warm smile gracing her lips. One by one, they exchanged handshakes, a brief connection in this moment of intrigue.

Aoi, ever inquisitive, probed further, "Are you new here? What department do you hail from?"

Chuckling lightly, Mari's response held a hint of mystery, "Don't you worry about that. Although, I have a feeling our paths will cross frequently from now on." Her words hung in the air as she resumed her stride, eyes still avidly scanning the contents of the file.

Perplexed by the encounter, the trio watched as Mari faded into the distance, a lingering sense of peculiarity lingering in the air.

"That woman was... strange," Satsuki finally voiced her bewilderment.

Kaede nodded in agreement, a bemused expression etching her features. "Yeah, definitely... strange."

Leaving the encounter behind, they resumed their journey to their respective offices, their thoughts tinged with intrigue and a touch of uncertainty about the enigmatic Mari and her role in their future endeavours.

The alarm clock pierced through the silence at precisely 5:00 am, abruptly jolting Shinji Ikari from his peaceful slumber. With a surge of adrenaline, he leaped out of bed, his heart pounding in synchrony with the blaring sound. The urgency of the morning embraced him, pushing him into a whirlwind of activity.

In a blur of motion, Shinji propelled himself into the day. Time was of the essence, and he wasted none of it. Amidst the racing beat of his pulse, he devoured his breakfast, relishing each bite as if fuelling his very soul. The shower offered a brief respite, the cascading water invigorating his senses and washing away any remnants of drowsiness. With swift strokes of his toothbrush, he scrubbed away any lingering fatigue, a symbol of readiness for the challenges that lay ahead.

The suit, meticulously prepared the night before, awaited his touch. As he slipped into its embrace, a transformation occurred. The fabric melded to his frame, conferring a sense of purpose and professionalism. Every button fastened, every crease smoothed, he emerged a transformed individual—a man poised to conquer the world.

With a swift stride, Shinji ventured out into the waking world. The city, still drenched in the soft hues of dawn, pulsed with the energy of a new day. The streets, usually teeming with life, were slowly stirring, and Shinji became a part of this rhythm. His footsteps echoed with purpose, each one propelling him closer to his destination—the concert hall that held both his dreams and responsibilities.

As the clock neared 6:00 am, Shinji stepped through the grand entrance of the hall, greeted by the melodic hum of anticipation. The air crackled with the collective dedication of the musicians, their instruments resonating in harmony. The orchestra, a symphony of talent and passion, awaited his presence. This was his stage, his canvas, where he would pour his heart and soul into his art.

Hours stretched before him—a canvas waiting to be painted. With each note played, each chord mastered, the intensity mounted. The symphony enveloped him, sweeping him away into a world of melodic fervour. Time blurred, boundaries faded, and Shinji found solace in the crescendos and decrescendos that swirled around him.

The morning unfolded with relentless intensity. The hours flew by in a frenetic dance of practice, rehearsal, and honing his craft. The sheer devotion etched onto his face, his fingers danced across the instrument, each movement a testament to years of discipline and dedication.

In this ceaseless rhythm, Shinji found purpose. The music, an extension of his being, coursed through his veins, filling every fibre of his being. The morning routine, a frenzy of action and passion, propelled him towards the heights of his artistry.

And amidst the whirlwind of his routine, Shinji felt alive. The rush of the morning, the symphony of existence, became a symphony of his own making.

But on this particular Monday, a rare day off - graced Shinji's schedule. Having concluded his dedicated practice and rehearsals, he found himself in a moment of respite, sinking into the comfort of his couch, his attention captivated by the glow of the television screen. The tranquillity was broken as Mari, a presence from his past, emerged from her slumber and stepped into the room, stirring a mix of emotions within him.

"Morning," Shinji murmured, his voice carrying a husky undertone.

"Good morning," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of sleepiness. "You're up early. Did you finish practicing?" Her gaze lingered on him, admiring the tousled strands of his hair.

He nodded, a satisfied grin stretching across his face as he savoured his breakfast. "Yep, all done. I'll be conducting in just a year's time."

"How sweet," she cooed, her arms encircling his waist from behind. The warmth of her body pressed against his back, their connection a tantalizing blend of comfort and desire.

His hands instinctively found hers, holding them firmly, relishing in the sensation of her touch. Eventually, she released her hold and gracefully glided toward the kitchen, her movements a mesmerizing dance that captivated his attention.

As she settled down next to him, their bodies close but not touching, she leaned in, her voice low and seductive. "Have you heard about the T•RIDEN•T Land Cruiser?" Her lips brushed against his ear, sending shivers cascading down his spine.

His focus shifted, his gaze meeting hers, their eyes locked in an intimate exchange. "The government's Mech, right?" he responded, his voice filled with intrigue.

"Yes," she confirmed, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "What do you make of it?"

A contemplative expression settled on his face as he pondered the question. "Honestly, I don't think they'll get it to work," he admitted, his voice tinged with skepticism. "Our past was rooted in the intricacies of the human body, the essence of human articulation. And now, with the absence of Adams and Lilith, it seems unlikely."

A nod of agreement passed between them, their shared knowledge forging a connection that transcended words. "It's almost as if it was all just a distant dream," he mused, his gaze searching hers for affirmation.

She chuckled softly, a melodic sound that resonated with affection. "Remembering two timelines is a rare gift," she whispered, her breath mingling with his. "But I must admit, these past five years with you have been extraordinary."

His smile deepened, radiating genuine joy. "I feel the same way," he confessed, leaning into her touch as she nestled against his shoulder. Together, they basked in the warmth of their shared memories, a testament to the bond they had forged amidst the complexities of their intertwined destinies.

They sat there in comfortable silence, their attention half-heartedly focused on the television screen. The ambient glow illuminated their features, casting soft shadows that danced across the room. Minutes turned into moments, and the weight of anticipation hung in the air.

Breaking the tranquil stillness, Mari's voice pierced through the quietude. "I still think you should come with me tomorrow," she proposed, her eyes sparkling with an irresistible invitation. With a graceful gesture, she extended a small piece of paper, an entrance ticket that held promises of wonder and excitement.

Shinji's eyebrows lifted in curiosity as he accepted the ticket, his gaze fixated on Mari. "They're treating it like some sort of show?" he inquired, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and skepticism.

A mischievous smile played on Mari's lips as she leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper. "It's like witnessing the moon landing," she explained, her eyes shining with fervour. "To them, it's not merely a weapon, but a ground-breaking research tool."

A flicker of doubt crossed Shinji's expression as he contemplated the hidden truth veiled behind their elaborate facade. "But what is the truth?" he questioned, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "I believe you and I both know... along with the conspiracy nuts."

A gentle laughter escaped from his lips, the sound a symphony of familiarity between them. "Fine," he relented, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "I'll come and see, but I'm willing to bet that it's not going to work."

Mari responded with a playful roll of her eyes, her lips curving into a tender smile. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, the warmth of her touch leaving a lingering trail of desire. "Yeah, yeah," she murmured, her voice a tender caress against his skin, an unspoken promise of their shared adventure.

In that fleeting moment, as their lips brushed and their hearts intertwined, the world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating allure of their connection. Time stood still as their souls danced in harmony, embracing the romantic and sensual essence of their shared journey.

On his much-anticipated day off, Shinji found himself drawn to witness the grand launch and test piloting of the T•RIDEN•T Land Cruiser. As he observed the impressive display before him, a sense of doubt crept into his mind. The safety of the machine seemed questionable, and the potential costs of repairing any flaws appeared exorbitant. Shinji's conviction grew stronger, solidifying his belief that this ambitious project was destined for failure.

Voicing his thoughts aloud, he muttered, "Yeah, this thing's definitely not going to work."

To his surprise, a voice responded to his proclamation. Turning around, he discovered the source of the inquiry to be none other than Asuka.

Shock and awe coursed through him, for he hadn't expected to see her there. Questions flooded his mind: Why was she here? Was she still the same Asuka he remembered?

"Asuka?" he said, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He studied her carefully, trying to discern any changes in her appearance or demeanour. The weight of their shared history loomed heavily in his thoughts, as he wondered what had brought her to this moment.

She stood before him, her presence commanding and her eyes holding a flicker of determination. It was the same Asuka, yet something seemed different.

"Have we met?" she asked, her gaze fixed upon him.

Asuka's question lingered in the air, its weight pressing against the fragile barrier of Shinji's memory. Had they met before? It seemed like an absurd notion, considering the tangled web of their intertwined lives. And yet, as he gazed into her eyes, uncertainty took hold, casting shadows upon their shared history.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Shinji mustered the courage to reintroduce himself, extending his hand toward her. "Hi... my name is Shinji, Shinji Ikari." he stated, his voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

Accepting his handshake, Asuka's eyes flickered with curiosity, the absence of her surname beckoning a silent question within Shinji. It was a reminder of the fragments that remained, the shattered remnants of their previous existence.

"It's nice to meet you, Asuka," Shinji responded, his voice resonating with a mix of sincerity and disbelief. The reality of her presence still seemed surreal, as if he were trapped within a lingering dream. Asuka raised an eyebrow, her expression a blend of concern and a hint of bewilderment. "Are you okay?" she inquired, her voice carrying genuine worry and a touch of skepticism.

"Yes," he answered, his voice quivering ever so slightly. "Yes..." The word trailed off, hanging in the air, laden with uncertainty. Asuka's return had unleashed a torrent of thoughts and emotions within him, a tempest that threatened to consume his fragile composure. Yet, he steeled himself, determined to navigate the complexities of their reunion.

In silence, they stood side by side, their gazes fixed upon the testing of the Trident Lancer. The machine surged forward with purpose. For Shinji, the sight of it evoked a whirlwind of memories, reminding him of the immense weight they had carried and the scars he still bore.

Inquisitive about Shinji's connection to the project, Asuka probed,

"So, who do you work for?"

Shinji chuckled, amused by the contrast between his humble occupation and the extraordinary event they were witnessing. "Actually, a friend of mine works here," He confessed. "I'm little more than a musician in the orchestra, really."

Asuka raised an eyebrow, her curiosity unabated. "Well, Mr. Musician, I don't know why your friend granted you S-Class clearance or how you managed to bypass security, but mark my words, this T•RIDEN•T Land Cruiser is only the beginning."

Perplexed by her cryptic statement, Shinji pressed for clarification. "What do you mean?" he inquired.

A hint of reservation coloured Asuka's response. "Nothing a civilian needs to know." she said, maintaining a guarded stance.

Disappointed yet accepting, Shinji shrugged, his words tinged with a hint of resignation. "Oh well, that's unfortunate," he sighed. "Guess it just can't be helped."

As the Land Cruiser demonstrated its capabilities with relative success, Shinji and Asuka remained transfixed, their gazes fixed on the awe-inspiring display. Lost in their own thoughts, they were interrupted by the arrival of Mari, who approached them from behind.

"Shinji," she called out, her voice infused with familiarity, "and hello to you too, princess."

Asuka's retort came swiftly, her words sharp yet playful. "Four-eyed crony," she quipped.

Observing their interaction, Shinji marvelled at the brief encounter between the two intriguing women. Breaking the silence, he asked, "So, you two have met?"

"Only briefly," Mari replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come on, I've got something to show both of you."

Intrigued and eager for what lay ahead, Shinji and Asuka followed Mari, their curiosity piqued by the promise of a new revelation awaiting them.

Mana stirred from her slumber, her senses gradually awakening to the sterile surroundings of the specialized hospital ward. Casting her gaze around the room, she noted the absence of any company. Resigned, she settled back onto the bed, preparing herself for whatever might come her way.

After a brief passage of time, Musashi Lee Strasberg entered the room, his presence signaling a welcome interruption to her solitude. Observing her wakefulness, he greeted her with genuine concern.

"Hey, Mana, you okay?" he inquired, his tone filled with genuine care.

Mana mustered a weak smile, her voice laden with weariness. "Well, I feel like a rag doll dragged across the ocean air and open skies, so..."

Musashi's expression softened, remorse washing over him. "Sorry," he muttered, his voice tinged with regret. "You always get the worst of it."

"It's okay," she reassured him, her words laced with resilience. "It's all part of the job."

"They don't pay you enough for it, though," he remarked, a hint of frustration slipping into his words.

Mana nodded in agreement, her eyes closing as if to shut out the weight of their circumstances. "I know, but it's just one more year, and then we can go back home."

Musashi sighed, a mix of longing and weariness in his voice. "Yeah, one more year."

In the midst of their conversation, the door swung open, and Satsuki entered the room with an air of urgency.

"Mana, I'm really sorry to have to do this to you, but we need you downstairs now," Satsuki explained, a sense of reluctance accompanying her words.

Mana's eyes flickered open, a determined resolve replacing her momentary reprieve. "Yeah, I know," she acknowledged, readying herself for the task ahead.

Guided by Satsuki, Mana rose from the bed, her injured limb and arm encased in a cast. Supporting herself with the aid of crutches, she followed Satsuki to an underground construction site, where a peculiar kind of Mech loomed before her. Suspended by numerous umbilical towers and cranes, the humanoid machine exuded an air of mystery.

Curiosity piqued, Mana turned to Satsuki, seeking answers. "What is it?" she inquired, her voice laced with intrigue.

Satsuki met her gaze, her voice carrying a hint of both wonder and frustration. "Artificial Human," she divulged. "It's a new type of Mecha design, based on human anatomy. However, we haven't been able to make it function properly."

Mana absorbed the information, her mind racing with questions. "How long have you all been working on this?" she probed, seeking to understand the extent of their endeavor.

Satsuki scoffed, a mix of resentment and realization coloring her tone. "Apparently, they've been building this in secret for quite some time now," she revealed. "I guess I know why we've been lacking in funds lately."

Faced with the enormity of the situation, Mana's thoughts turned inward. "And so what?" she queried, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "You want me to pilot it?"

"We want you to try," Satsuki responded, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Mana's brows furrowed, her eyes searching Satsuki's face for a hint of choice. "Do I even get a choice?" she questioned, her tone tinged with resignation.

But Satsuki remained silent, leaving Mana with a sinking feeling. "I'll take that as a 'no'," she muttered, her disappointment palpable.

Meanwhile...

Mari had guided Shinji and Asuka to the site, their eyes drawn to the colossal Mech before them. Just as Shinji began to voice his question, Mari interjected, cutting off his words.

"No, it isn't," Mari chuckled, shaking her head. "Not by a long shot. But it's similar."

Confusion etched across Asuka's face as she sought clarification. "Similar to what?" she pressed, her curiosity piqued.

Mari's response was cryptic, yet revealing. "Evangelion," she declared, the word hanging in the air.

Shinji acknowledged the visual similarities, but there was an undeniable difference that set it apart from an Eva. "There are some resemblances," he admitted, his words measured. "But it doesn't feel like an Eva."

Frustration laced Asuka's voice as she probed further. "What are you two talking about?" she demanded, her gaze shifting between Mari and Shinji.

Mari brushed off the inquiry, her tone casual. "Don't worry about it, princess. It's not important," she deflected, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

Asuka's intuition didn't waver as she confronted them. "I get the sense that you two are lying to me," she accused, her voice laced with suspicion.

Shinji attempted to interject, his desire for honesty prevailing. "We're not really," he started, his words trailing off as his attention was drawn to two women on one of the platforms, their gazes fixed upon the towering Mech.

Shinji's curiosity got the better of him as he turned to Mari for answers. "Who are they?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on the figures on the platform.

Asuka, ever quick to respond, took the opportunity to speak on Mari's behalf. "Probably the pilot and the colonel," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of certainty.

A mix of shock and concern washed over Shinji's face as he processed the situation. "They're gonna let her pilot it?" he questioned, a tinge of disbelief lacing his words.

Asuka's response held a hint of resignation. "Probably," she affirmed once more, her tone conveying that it was beyond their control.

"But she's not well," Shinji protested, his concern for the pilot evident. "In that state?"

Asuka's voice grew stern, a touch of irritation surfacing. "It's none of our business, Shinji," she declared, dismissing his worries.

Determined to help, Shinji refused to back down. "No, we've got to help her," he insisted, his resolve unwavering.

"What are you, stupid?" Asuka retorted sharply, attempting to pull him back. "We have no jurisdiction here. They'd only-" Her words fell on deaf ears as Shinji broke free from her grasp and approached the landing platform.

"Hey! Don't let her get in that thing!" he shouted at Satsuki from a distance, his voice filled with urgency and desperation. Asuka tried to intervene, but Mari intervened, her hand halting her.

"Let him do this," Mari advised calmly, her eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

Caught off guard by Shinji's determination, Satsuki found herself at a loss for words as he drew nearer, stepping onto the landing platform. Uncertainty clouded her expression as she finally spoke.

"Excuse me?" she began.

"I said, don't let her get into that thing." Shinji repeated, a statement which Satsuki took as a threat.

"And who are you?" she asked, her astonishment evident as she watched Shinji standing there, unfettered by any attempts to stop him from reaching this elevated space. The audacity of his intrusion left her bewildered, wondering how he had managed to bypass the usual security measures.

"He's with me," Kaworu declared, emerging from the shadows. His authoritative presence halted any further inquiries, assuring her that he had everything under control.

"Oh... Commander Nagisa, I..." she began, only to be interrupted by Kaworu's intervention.

"It's okay, Satsuki," he interjected, his voice soothing yet firm. "Make sure the pilot gets some rest. I'll take care of Shinji, my friend."

"Yes, sir," Satsuki acknowledged, her compliance swift as she escorted Mana away.

Left alone, Shinji and Kaworu stood face to face, their eyes locked in a moment of recognition. A familiar smile graced Kaworu's features, the enigmatic aura that always seemed to surround him shining through.

"Shinji Ikari," Kaworu greeted him with genuine enthusiasm. "It's been quite some time, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, Kaworu," Shinji replied, reaching out to shake his hand. The warmth of their connection brought back memories of their past encounters. "How have you been?"

"I'm doing well nowadays," Kaworu responded, his voice filled with a sense of contentment. "Thank you, sincerely. Perhaps we should continue this conversation outside?"

"Sure," Shinji agreed, his curiosity piqued. As they prepared to leave the current space, a lingering concern crossed his mind. "What about Asuka and Mari?"

"They will be fine," Kaworu reassured him. "As a matter of fact, I am currently collaborating with Mari here."

"Wow, that's impressive," Shinji remarked, his admiration for Mari's abilities evident. With a mixture of anticipation and intrigue, he followed Kaworu outside, eager to delve into the forthcoming discussion.

Kaworu's words carried a sense of reassurance, bolstering Shinji's wavering confidence. "Don't worry, Shinji," he began, his voice calm yet firm. "Evangelion is over. You'll never see another one of those things again."

The lingering uncertainty prompted Shinji to seek clarity. "Then what kind of mech are they building down there?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Kaworu's response aimed to differentiate the two concepts. "It's more of a pseudo mech imitating a human," he explained, his tone carrying a hint of knowledge.

Confusion clouded Shinji's mind, prompting him to seek further understanding. "But isn't that what Evangelion was?" he questioned, hoping for a clearer distinction.

A small smile played on Kaworu's lips as he provided a concise answer. "No, that was a pseudo-human imitating a mech," he clarified, his words carrying a sense of finality.

Though the explanation left Shinji somewhat bewildered, he chose to accept it, acknowledging the complexity of their past experiences. "Whatever you say, Kaworu," he conceded, a mix of relief and gratitude seeping into his voice. "I'm just glad they're gone for good."

Kaworu's response held a note of agreement. "Yes, it would be unfortunate if all your efforts were thrown into the bin," he concurred, acknowledging the significance of Shinji's past struggles.

Curiosity lingering, Shinji seized the opportunity to inquire further. "So why are you here?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers.

Kaworu's gaze met Shinji's, his expression filled with purpose. "I actually came here to shut this operation down," he revealed, his voice resolute. "I'm only one of many commanders. We're not specifically part of one organization."

As the pieces started to fall into place, Shinji's thoughts turned to Mari and her involvement. "And that's why Mari is working with you?" he probed, seeking confirmation.

Kaworu's response was accompanied by a nod of affirmation. "Yes, she works under me. I've only recently started to understand all of this myself," he admitted, a trace of contemplation in his voice.

Concern crept into Shinji's voice as he voiced his fears. "But they're not planning to do something bad, are they?" he asked, his worry etched on his face.

Kaworu's answer came with a touch of weariness. "No, it's just greedy old men with far too much power," he replied, his words tinged with a hint of disappointment. "You know, I would appreciate it if we could get your help too. After all, we might need all the hands we can get."

A moment of contemplation ensued as Shinji weighed his options, his gaze drifting towards his own path. "No, I'm..." he began, his voice trailing off. "I've got a career to think about. I'd rather not get into the military stuff once again."

Understanding and respect colored Kaworu's response. "And that would be fine as well," he acknowledged, his tone gentle. "But the offer is still on the table should you want it."

Gratitude welled up within Shinji as he accepted Kaworu's understanding. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with appreciation and a sense of relief.

As their conversation drew to a close, a sense of farewell filled the air. "Well, I should probably get going," she stated, her voice carrying a tinge of reluctance. "It's been nice talking to you, Shinji."

A flicker of enthusiasm sparked in Shinji's eyes as he responded, eager to maintain the connection they had forged. "Same here. We should definitely do this again sometime," he proposed, his words filled with genuine warmth.

A shared understanding passed between them, acknowledging the possibility of future encounters. "Indeed," he agreed, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Oh, and you should come see Rei sometime. I'm sure she'd be happy to see you," he suggested, extending an invitation to foster connections within their shared circle.

Later...

After spending some time waiting for Mari's arrival in the parking lot, Shinji found himself immersed in his own thoughts.

Suddenly, to his surprise, a strange figure approached him, It was Kirishima Mana.

"Oh, hello." Shinji greeted her, a sense of curiosity in his voice.

"Hi," Mana responded, her tone carrying a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. "I'm Mana Kirishima, the pilot of the T•RIDEN•T Land Cruiser."

Understanding her role now, Shinji nodded in acknowledgment. "I see," he said, his voice filled with a hint of empathy.

Mana mustered up the courage to express her gratitude. "I just wanted to say thanks for what you did for me back there...I appreciate it. I really do."

With a soft smile, Shinji reassured her, "Don't worry about it. You may not believe me, but I truly understand how it feels."

Surprised by his response, Mana sought confirmation. "Really?" she asked, her eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope.

Shinji's gaze shifted, his thoughts drifting to past experiences. "More than you could imagine," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of his own journey. "It's a really long story, but I wasn't going to let anyone else go through what I went through."

Touched by his words, Mana couldn't contain her emotions. With a surge of gratitude, she lunged forward, enveloping him in a heartfelt hug, despite her physical limitations. After a moment, Shinji gently helped her gather her crutches, and together they made their way back to the hospital ward.

Returning to the parking lot, Shinji was met by the presence of Asuka. Her tone carried a mixture of sarcasm and curiosity as she addressed him.

"Well, aren't you a real hero?" she quipped.

Slightly taken aback, Shinji fired back, "Why were you watching me?"

"Augh...Don't flatter yourself," she retorted. "Where do you live?"

Suspicion clouded Shinji's gaze as he replied, "That's a bit intrusive, don't you think?"

Frustration mingled with her genuine intentions, Asuka emphasized, "I'm trying to help you here. Your car is in for repairs, right?"

Realization dawned upon Shinji as he connected the dots. "Mari told you, I'm guessing?"

With a nod, Asuka confirmed his assumption. "Yes, so come on, let me take you home," she offered. Shinji's curiosity got the better of him as he inquired about Mari's whereabouts, but the answer was evident. "She's working today... duh," Asuka replied.

Appreciation coloured Shinji's response. "That's awfully kind of you, Asuka."

"Just get in," she commanded, her tone softened by his playful actions. "Mr. Ikari."

Bowing slightly in gratitude, Shinji responded, "My pleasure, Miss Shikinami." His attempt at familiarity hinted at a deeper connection, though he realized he may have been mistaken.

Curiosity flickered in Asuka's eyes as she questioned his knowledge. "Shikinami?" she repeated, suspicion lacing her voice.

Caught off guard, Shinji stumbled for an explanation. "Yeah, your surname, Asuka Langley Shikinami."

Perplexed, Asuka clarified, "I never told you my surname, and where in the hell did you get Shikinami from?"

Unsettled by her reaction, Shinji attempted to reconcile his error. "Well..."

"Soryu," Asuka responded, her tone slightly guarded. "It's Asuka Langley Soryu."

"Ah, okay," Shinji replied, accepting her correction as he climbed into the car. His mind buzzed with questions, pondering the significance of her actual surname—Soryu.

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Inside the vast and bustling military facility of Neo-Nerv, another day of innovation and scientific exploration unfolded. Satsuki, Aoi, and Kaede, a team of dedicated bio-mechanical scientists, each played their vital roles within this high-tech workspace. Together, they formed a formidable trio that brought their unique expertise to the forefront.

Satsuki, the lead engineer and scientist, possessed an air of authority and confidence as she commanded the intricate web of research and development. Her sharp intellect and unwavering determination drove the team forward. With her keen eye for detail and unwavering commitment to perfection, Satsuki was the guiding force behind the technological marvels that took shape within the facility.

Aoi, the doctor and medical officer, brought her extensive knowledge of anatomy and physiology to the forefront. Her meticulous nature and deep understanding of human biology ensured that the bio-mechanical creations were not only cutting-edge but also safe for the pilots who operated them. Aoi's nurturing presence provided a sense of comfort and security amidst the fast-paced and often perilous nature of their work.

Kaede, the engineer who specialized in biomedicals and electronics, brought a unique perspective and skill set to the team. Her passion for mechanical intricacies and problem-solving was unparalleled. With her expertise, Kaede bridged the gap between theoretical concepts and practical implementation, ensuring that their creations were not mere prototypes but functional marvels.

The workspace they inhabited was a symphony of technology and scientific instruments. Gleaming computer screens displayed complex algorithms, while holographic simulations brought their designs to life before their eyes. The air was filled with a faint hum of machinery, intermingled with the soft whispers of technical discussions and the occasional clatter of tools. It was a place where imagination met reality, where the boundaries of science were constantly pushed to new horizons.

But beyond the sterile environment and the state-of-the-art equipment, there was a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect that bound these individuals together. They were not just colleagues but friends who understood the weight of their responsibilities. They knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, and their interactions were filled with a blend of professionalism and familiarity.

Satsuki sat in her office, engrossed in the intricate blueprints spread out before her. The soft glow of the holographic display illuminated her determined expression as she meticulously fine-tuned the design of their latest creation. The hum of machinery outside provided a constant reminder of the bustling activity within the military facility.

Her focus, however, was abruptly interrupted by the urgent summons echoing through the facility. Satsuki's eyes narrowed as she recognized the unmistakable urgency in the message. With a determined stride, she left her office, her mind already racing through the possible scenarios that awaited her.

As she reached the launchpad, Satsuki's eyes fell upon the figures waiting for her. Kaede, her trusted ally, stood there with a determined expression, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Aoi, the ever-calm and composed medical officer, exuded an air of reassurance, her presence a soothing balm to the turbulent storm that threatened to brew.

But Satsuki's fleeting moment of relief quickly evaporated as she caught sight of the trio standing before her. Hajime Suruga, Koji Katori, and Mitsuru Wakatake—former insubordinates who seemed to revel in causing her frustration and aggravation. Their presence was like a cloud of negativity, threatening to dampen her spirits.

Hajime, true to his abrasive nature, wasted no time in making his presence felt. He sneered at Satsuki, his tone dripping with arrogance and disdain.

"So, you're in charge here," he remarked, his gaze fixed upon the imposing figure of the T•RIDEN•T Land Cruiser.

"It's impressive," Koji commented.

"Not that impressive," Hajime retorted with a sneer, dismissing any awe. "If we're here, it means you need help."

"I don't need your help," Satsuki shot back.

"Then why are we here?" Hajime almost chuckled, unmoved by her hollow threats. An all too familiar surge of annoyance coursed through Satsuki, yet she maintained her composure, refusing to let his rudeness undermine her authority.

"Because the commander wants you to be..." she retorted firmly. "Let's get one thing straight: you work for me. All three of you." Koji and Mitsuru reluctantly nodded their agreement, but Hajime remained smug.

"Yes, ma'am," he eventually conceded, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Kaede, show them to their quarters," Satsuki instructed. "I need a moment to wash my eyes."

As Kaede led the insubordinate trio away, Aoi glanced at her friend with concern. "Don't let them get to you."

"It's not me I'm worried about," Satsuki replied wearily. "It's everyone else..."

Aoi pondered the meaning behind Satsuki's words as she watched her friend retreat to her office, a weight of responsibility evident in her every step. The question lingered in her mind: What did Satsuki mean by "everyone else"?

Satsuki proceeded to the commander's office, determined to address the issue of the insubordinate trio and ensure they were kept under strict watch. However, as she entered the room, she was taken aback by an unexpected sight.

Commander Nagisa sat casually behind his desk, his legs stretched out upon it, engrossed in conversation with the enigmatic Mari Illustrious Makinami. And Beside them, a auburn-haired woman with a unique blend of German and Japanese features to completed the trio.

Satsuki's curiosity piqued as she took in the sight before her. She hadn't anticipated the presence of these mysterious newcomers, and her presence only added to the intrigue of the situation. With a composed demeanour, Satsuki approached the desk, keeping her focus on the matter at hand.

"Commander Nagisa," she greeted respectfully, her voice steady. "I apologize for the interruption, I came to discuss the situation with Hajime and the others."

Kaworu, his gaze calm and piercing, acknowledged her presence with a nod. "No need to apologize, Satsuki. We were just catching up and exchanging insights."

Mari, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and mischief, chimed in. "Looks like we have a new face joining the ranks. Quite the interesting addition, don't you think?"

Satsuki's eyes briefly flickered towards the auburn-haired woman, a sense of intrigue filling her. She nodded in acknowledgment, understanding that there was more to this meeting than initially met the eye.

"I see... Well, Commander, those three were insubordinates, and now they're within our ranks." Satsuki emphasized, her tone firm and resolute. "We must ensure discipline and order are maintained, lest everything we've built be lost."

Kaworu leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful yet serene. "Indeed, Satsuki...But getting rid of them may not be the best approach. You see I believe in fostering a balanced environment that harnesses individual strengths."

"But Commander Nagisa, the person in charge before you called them in...maybe you can..." Satsuki paused, realizing the weight of her words. The disappointment on Kaworu's face made her reconsider the suggestion. Somewhere deep down she knew he would have a different perspective, one that sought to unite and empower their team.

"My apologies commander, I was jumping to conclusions," Satsuki admitted, her voice reflecting her newfound understanding. "I trust your judgment. If you believe in their potential, then I will as well."

A soft smile graced Kaworu's face, reassured by Satsuki's willingness to adapt. "Thank you, Satsuki. Your leadership skills will be crucial in navigating these challenges. If anyone can bring out the best in them, it's you."

Satsuki's gratitude mingled with a sense of responsibility. She understood the significance of her role in shaping the team's dynamics and maximizing their collective potential. But before she could respond, Asuka, who had remained silent until now, interjected.

"I could take over if you want," Asuka offered, her voice holding a hint of determination.

Satsuki's gaze turned to Asuka, curiosity evident in her eyes. "Who are you?" she inquired, seeking to understand this newcomer.

Kaworu stepped in to answer, introducing Asuka. "That would be Asuka... Asuka Langley Soryu. And you've already met Mari... You'll be working closely together."

Fatigue mingled within Satsuki as she regarded Kaworu. She couldn't help but wonder about the intricacies of their team and the challenges that lay ahead. "Please," Kaworu requested with a gentle smile, conveying his confidence in Satsuki's abilities.

"Fine," Satsuki relented, her determination resurfacing.

"Good," Kaworu acknowledged, his faith in her unwavering. "Please show them around."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Satsuki prepared herself for the task ahead. She recognized that leading a team this diverse would require patience, adaptability, and a willingness to foster unity.

Taking a deep breath, Satsuki stepped forward. She took the initiative to show Asuka and Mari around the various departments of the Neo-Nerv facility. They began with Bio-science and engineering, a bustling area filled with scientists and technicians focused on advanced research and development.

As they entered the department, Mari's eyes lit up with familiarity as she spotted Kaede and Aoi. Excitement welled up within her, and she eagerly approached them, extending a warm greeting. "Kaede, Aoi, it's great to see you both again!"

Kaede and Aoi returned the friendly gesture, albeit somewhat awkwardly. They exchanged brief pleasantries, whilst Asuka, on the other hand, stood nearby, observing the interaction with a mixture of indifference and curiosity.

"I'm guessing this will be my station." Mari said, her gaze shifting towards a nearby office filled with workstations and equipment. She seemed comfortable and confident in this environment, as if she had found her rightful place among the scientific endeavours.

Kaede nodded, a sense of pride evident in her voice. "Yes, Mari. You'll be working closely with us here. We've made significant progress on several projects since we last met, and your expertise will undoubtedly contribute to our continued advancements. We'll also be getting another recruit soon, I'm guessing she'll be your assistant."

"Absolutely." Mari exclaimed with a hint of mischief in her voice. "I'm going to make wonders here, just you wait and see."

Aoi couldn't contain her curiosity any longer, her eyes filled with intrigue. "I don't mean to pry, but we haven't been told what it is exactly that you'll be doing here."

Mari paused for a moment, her face going momentarily blank before she refocused. "Don't worry, Doc. All in due time," she replied cryptically, playfully tapping Aoi's nose. Kaede observed the interaction with a puzzled expression, intrigued by Mari's enigmatic demeanour.

The doctors working under Aoi exchanged amused glances, appreciating the lively energy brought by the newcomers. "What a lovely bunch the new commander has brought in..."

Satsuki nodded, acknowledging their remarks. She maintained her professional demeanour, ready to lead the way and show Mari and Asuka more of the facility. "But there's still more to explore and discover. Let's continue our tour."

Mari and Asuka followed closely behind Satsuki, their curiosity piqued by what lay ahead. Mari turned back to the lab, waving a friendly goodbye to the staff, her enthusiasm shining through.

Satsuki led Mari and Asuka to the army barracks, situated just a few kilometres away from the Trident launchpad. As they approached, the rhythmic sounds of soldiers training, running, and engaging in drills filled the air. The disciplined atmosphere was palpable, showcasing the rigorous nature of military life.

"So these are your boys, huh?" Asuka remarked, her tone laced with a hint of admiration as she observed the soldiers in action.

Satsuki nodded, a sense of pride evident in her expression. "Yes, they are our dedicated soldiers, the backbone of our defence force. Trained to protect and uphold our mission."

As they made their way through the barracks, a lone soldier sprinted towards them, waving to catch Satsuki's attention. It was Major Kensuke Aida, his breath slightly laboured as he approached the group.

"Ah, yes. Meet Major Kensuke Aida," Satsuki introduced, acknowledging his presence.

"Hey there," Kensuke greeted, taking a moment to catch his breath. Mari and Asuka both returned the greeting.

Curiosity gleamed in Kensuke's eyes as he turned to Satsuki. "So, who's our new Colonel?"

"That would be me," Asuka replied with confidence. "I see they're working our boys until their faces turn blue."

Kensuke chuckled lightly. "You have no idea...I look forward to working with you Colonel... ."

Asuka nodded, extending her hand to shake his. "Asuka Langley Soryu. Nice to meet you."

Kensuke shook her hand warmly before resuming his jog. "It was nice meeting you all and see you later Colonel... Well, Satsuki." With a friendly wave, he continued his training routine, leaving the group to carry on with their exploration of the facility.

Satsuki and Asuka exchanged glances, "So you were Colonel before me?"

"I was only holding the position." Satsuki answered, "That would have been Colonel Katsuragi, She left us a few weeks back."

"I see..."Asuka replied, in a calm and understanding tone.

"Come on..." Satsuki said, they continued their journey through the facility, As they ventured deeper into the facility, Satsuki explained the importance of each department and the crucial role they played in the organization's mission. She shared insights into the cutting-edge research, technological advancements, and the collaborative efforts that drove their progress.

After a long tour through the Neo-Nerv facility, Satsuki led Asuka and Mari to their Final Destination: the sight of the Trident Land Cruiser. The enormous mech stood before them, its imposing presence casting a shadow over the group.

"So...this is it?" Asuka remarked, her gaze fixed upon the massive machine.

Mari, lost for words, simply nodded in agreement. The magnitude of the Trident left her feeling both awestruck and somewhat underwhelmed.

Satsuki, sensing their lack of enthusiasm, couldn't hide her annoyance. This project was her life's work, and their apparent lack of appreciation grated on her.

"You sound...unimpressed," Satsuki commented, her frustration veiled beneath her words.

"Well, I find it...lacking," Mari honestly expressed her opinion.

"Lacking?" Satsuki's patience wavered, her voice tinged with exasperation. "What are you talking about? There's nothing else like it."

Mari maintained her composure, trying to diffuse the tension. "No need to get angry. With a little teamwork and some innovation, we could transform this baby into something extraordinary."

Satsuki took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure. The clash of perspectives reminded her of the challenges she would face in uniting this team.

Asuka interjected, her curiosity piqued. "Where's the pilot?"

Satsuki, grateful for the distraction, replied, "She's currently hospitalized, but she'll be ready for the next test."

Asuka's concern became apparent. "That's problematic. When is the next test?"

"Several months from now, once the Trident is fully repaired," Satsuki informed them.

Mari's shock was palpable. "Months!?"

Satsuki sighed, realizing the limitations they faced. "Repairing a giant combat machine is a costly and time-consuming process. We have to ensure it's in optimal condition before the next test."

Mari's determination resurfaced. "Well...It looks like I'll need to work faster then."

"Faster? what are you-"

"What about the other two pilots? Are they still here?" Asuka interjected, commanding all her attentions.

"No, we've temporarily sent them away until everything here is in order," Satsuki answered.

Asuka frowned. "How am I supposed to work with these kids if I can't even see them?"

Satsuki assured her, "You'll have the opportunity to meet them soon enough. Now, Mari back to your..." Satsuki paused, eyes searching for Mari, but she was nowhere in sight.

"God dammit," Satsuki muttered, frustration evident in her voice. It seemed that even within their own team, challenges and unexpected obstacles lay ahead. With determination, Satsuki set out to find Mari and ensure they were all on the same page.

Shinji Ikari...

Stood on the stage of the theatre, surrounded by a small class of eager students, each clutching their favourite musical instrument. A sense of purpose and joy radiated from him as he embarked on his role as a music teacher.

"Alright, everyone, let's dive into some music theory today," Shinji began, his voice filled with warmth and enthusiasm. "Music is a language that allows us to express ourselves, to communicate emotions that sometimes even words cannot convey. Today, we're going to explore the magic behind those melodies and harmonies."

He paced across the stage, a natural teacher in his element. His eyes met the curious gazes of his students, and he couldn't help but smile, knowing the impact that music had on his own life.

"First... let's talk about rhythm," Shinji continued, his hands gesturing with grace and precision. "Rhythm is like the heartbeat of music. It gives it structure, a pulse that guides our movements. Let's tap our feet together, following the beat. One, two, three, four..."

The sound of synchronized foot tapping filled the theatre, the students eager to grasp the concept. Shinji's gentle guidance and patient explanations nurtured their understanding of this fundamental element.

"Now that we have a rhythm in place, let's add some melody," Shinji explained, picking up his own instrument, a cello, and bowing a few notes. "Melody is like a story, a series of musical notes that capture our imagination... Let's try playing a simple melody together."

One by one, the students followed Shinji's lead, their instruments blending harmoniously as they played the carefully composed piece. Shinji watched with pride as their confidence grew, knowing that he was fostering their love for music and empowering them to find their unique voices.

But amidst the group, there was one student who seemed a bit uncertain. Shinji noticed Mayumi, a shy, timid girl with glasses, struggling to keep up. Her fingers trembled as she tried to produce the right notes on her violin.

"Don't worry, Mayumi." He said gently. "Remember, it's okay to make mistakes. That's how we learn and grow. Let's try it again, and this time, I'll guide you."

With patience and encouragement, Shinji stood by Mayumi's side, his bow mirroring the delicate movements of her bow on the strings of her violin. The sound that emerged was hesitant at first, but as Shinji gently corrected her technique, Mayumi's playing grew more confident.

"That's it, Mayumi!" Shinji exclaimed, his voice laced with pride. "You're doing great! Keep practicing, and I promise you'll see improvement. Music is a journey, and we're here to support each other every step of the way."

As the class continued, the theatre stage transformed into a sanctuary of creativity and camaraderie. Shinji's passion for music radiated through his teaching, inspiring his students to explore their own musical potential. And in that moment, atop the stage where he would usually play or practice, Shinji found solace and fulfilment in sharing the gift of music with others, nurturing their talents and guiding them toward their own harmonious futures.

After class, Mayumi approached Shinji with a grateful smile on her face. Her voice trembled with a mix of shyness and appreciation as she expressed her gratitude for his guidance. Shinji's eyes softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You're welcome, Mayumi," he replied warmly. "Remember, music is something you carry within you. Keep practicing and let your passion guide you. I believe in you."

With those encouraging words, Mayumi nodded and made her way towards the exit, her steps filled with newfound confidence. Shinji watched her go, a sense of fulfillment washing over him.

Alone on the stage, Shinji took a moment to absorb the ethereal atmosphere. The bright lights cast a soft glow, illuminating the vast space before him. He carefully packed his cello and bow, their familiar weight in his hands comforting him.

As he secured the case, a voice interrupted his solitude. "So you're a music teacher huh?" Asuka's voice, distant at first, gradually grew closer as she approached the stage.

Shinji turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Are you stalking me now?" Shinji jested.

"Funny." Asuka chuckled, she sauntered closer, her posture radiating a mix of confidence and playfulness. "Oh no, I just thought I'd drop by and see what Mister Shinji Ikari was up to."

Shinji chuckled, a warmth spreading through his chest. "Well, music has always been a part of my life," he confessed. "Teaching these kids brings me joy and a sense of purpose."

Asuka leaned against the edge of the stage, her gaze sweeping across the theatre. "It suits you," she remarked, a rare softness in her voice. "Seeing you in your element, helping others find their passion..."

Shinji's cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he met her gaze. "Thank you, Asuka," he said sincerely. "That means a lot coming from you." That last line came out with emphasis, causing Asuka to raise her brow momentarily.

"It does huh?" Asuka's playful demeanour resurfaced as she took a step closer. "Well, don't let it get to your head," she teased, a smirk gracing her lips.

Shinji chuckled slightly, bringing their game to an end. "Alright... so why don't you tell me why you're really here?"

"You already know," Asuka replied, her tone filled with a mix of familiarity and a touch of mystery.

"Mari?" Shinji inquired, feeling a slight annoyance that she hadn't come in person.

"Come on, let's go," Asuka urged, leaning off the stage.

Reluctantly, Shinji picked up his cello and followed Asuka to her car. He opened the trunk and carefully placed his instrument inside. As he got into the car, he noticed a man in the back, sleeping with a cloth covering his face.

"Who is he?" Shinji asked, his curiosity piqued.

"He's my father," Asuka answered, her voice tinged with a hint of complexity and emotion. With that, she started the car and they drove off, leaving behind the lingering questions and a sense of intrigue.

The car ride was brief and filled with a tangible silence, but it wasn't unpleasant. Shinji couldn't help himself from stealing glances at Asuka, his eyes searching for traces of familiarity in her features. She had changed, and yet she had not - there were glimpses of the Asuka he once knew. The soft, golden rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow upon her auburn hair, accentuating her delicate features. It was undeniably beautiful, a scene that evoked a mixture of longing and apprehension within him.

But as quickly as he was captivated by her beauty, he also felt a strong sense of retreat, a recoil from the emotions and memories that flooded his mind. He had left everything behind, including her. The pain of that abandonment still lingered, reminding him of the heartache he caused.

The car continued to carry them forward, the passing scenery a blur outside the window. Shinji found solace in the silence, allowing his thoughts to wander and contemplate the complexities of their reunion.

Shinji and Mari's apartment came into view as Asuka pulled up, bringing their journey to an end. "Thanks for the ride," Shinji expressed, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"No problem," Asuka replied, a hint of determination in her voice. "Four-eyes just owes me now."

Shinji retrieved his cello from the trunk and headed inside the apartment, waving a farewell to Asuka.

Meanwhile...

Exactly thirty minutes later, Asuka skilfully maneuvered her car around a corner. The man in the backseat removed the cloth covering his face, revealing himself to be Ryoji Kaji.

"So...that was Shinji Ikari," Kaji commented, his voice tinged with intrigue.

"Yep," Asuka confirmed, glancing at her mirrors to ensure they weren't being followed.

"We're in the clear," Kaji reassured her. "Just keep driving straight past the circle."

Following his instructions, Asuka maintained her course, her eyes focused on the road ahead. Kaji turned his attention back to Asuka, seeking her insights.

"What do you make of him?" he inquired, curiosity lacing his words.

"Don't know yet," Asuka replied, her voice filled with uncertainty. "He's either a spy or a clueless idiot."

"And...?" Kaji pressed, awaiting her further analysis.

"I'd prefer the latter," she admitted with a hint of skepticism.

"Drop me off here," Kaji instructed, and Asuka complied, stopping near a local bar. "Remember, your mission is to infiltrate and gather informate."

"What?" Asuka questioned, momentarily puzzled by his remark.

"Just trying to rhyme," Kaji quipped, removing a USB stick from the car's radio. "Get closer to Commander Nagisa. We need more intel on him. Find out who Rei is and what her connection is to Shinji Ikari."

"And what about Mari?" Asuka inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"Wait for further orders," Kaji directed. "Focus on Nagisa, Ikari, and Rei."

With that their conversation concluded, Kaji exited the car and disappeared into the bar. Asuka drove away, parking her car in the nearest lot. Exiting the vehicle, she took a brief stroll before boarding a bus that would transport her to her own apartment building. There, she found Mari waiting in her car, ready to take action.

"What's going on?" Asuka questioned, a sense of urgency in her voice.

"Your location has been compromised. Get in," Mari responded swiftly, prompting Asuka to hastily enter the vehicle.

"But what about my belongings?" Asuka fretted.

"Got it covered," Mari assured her, pointing to the trunk. "They're in there."

With a sigh, Asuka contemplated their next move. "What now?" she asked, a tinge of frustration evident in her tone.

"Now, you stick with me," Mari declared, determination radiating from her as she drove away, embarking on their next mission.

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Amidst the bustling activities of the Neo-Nerv facility, Satsuki found herself locked in a heated debate with her new team, standing at a critical juncture regarding the necessary modifications for the Trident Land Cruiser.

"This is a completely different design." Kaede asserted, her gaze fixed on the files Koji had uploaded onto their tablets.

"Implanting a neural system and nerve connections into a machine of this magnitude?" Satsuki questioned, her voice laced with skepticism. "Is that even-"

"We didn't have a choice," Mitsuru interjected, cutting off her sentence. "The Commander pushed for this, defying even his fellow peers."

"The former commander may have spearheaded this initiative, but commander Nagisa would ne-" Satsuki's words were abruptly interrupted by Kaede's interjection.

"The neon engine isn't even compatible," Kaede countered, her tone filled with doubt.

"We'll find a way to make it compatible," Hajime insisted, his optimism and determination shining through.

"How?" Satsuki demanded, her confusion evident as she struggled to comprehend his unwavering confidence. Just then, a flustered woman burst into the room, gasping for breath as she entered.

"Hi, everyone," the woman greeted nervously.

"This is Hitomi Kaga," Hajime introduced. "She's a metaphysicist and biologist, and she just might have a solution to enhance your cockpit design and, possibly... the entire system."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Aoi inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Hitomi swiftly produced a USB stick and inserted it into the main computer. The screen illuminated with a projection revealing a radically different cockpit design—an enhanced version of their entry plug—accompanied by unfamiliar schematics.

"Currently, your pilot is situated in an exposed environment, burdened with an overwhelming number of controls and switches," Hitomi began her explanation. "Moreover, the neon engine is burdened with numerous tasks. Operating in such a manner, it's no surprise that its operational duration is limited."

Satsuki sought clarification. "What exactly are you proposing?"

"With this new entry plug system," Hitomi clarified, "Everything is centralized within the spinal column, specifically the cervical region, rather than at the forefront of the mech. It mimics the structure of the human body."

Kaede interjected, recognizing the similarity. "Almost like an imitation of the human anatomy."

"Indeed," Hitomi affirmed. "All neural connections and nerves will originate from and terminate at the entry plug. The pilot will be submerged in a protective fluid, akin to a viscous medium."

Mitsuru eagerly delved into theory. "So, in the event of the mech toppling over or requiring sudden movements..."

"The fluid's resistance to water molecules will absorb the kinetic energy, dampening any abrupt motions," Koji interjected, completing Mitsuru's thought.

Satsuki grasped the concept. "Similar to a bullet fired underwater."

"Precisely," they both affirmed in unison.

Aoi voiced her concerns, her dissatisfaction apparent. "But how will the pilot breathe in such a scenario?"

Hitomi responded promptly, addressing the issue. "The pilot will be equipped with a respirator mask linked to a full tank of oxygen, it should last for at least 30 minutes."

Satsuki, her tone filled with concern, challenged the proposal. "She's already risking her life, and now you're suggesting she takes on double that?"

Hitomi attempted to reassure Satsuki, addressing her concerns. "In the event that the tank is compromised, there is an emergency ejection system in place. The pilot will be safely ejected from within the mech."

Satsuki's questioning continued. "What about water temperatures?"

Hitomi responded confidently. "We have implemented an internal heating-cooling system that allows for temperature adjustments. The pilot will not suffer from exposure once outside the mech, nor will she experience overheating from within."

Before Aoi could interject with her own thoughts, the echoing sounds of footsteps reverberated through the hallway, drawing their attention. An agent entered the room, his voice cutting through the air. "You've initiated a new kind of arms race."

Curiosity piqued, Satsuki inquired, "And who might you be?"

"I am Kyoya Kenzaki," the agent introduced himself. "I am responsible for your intelligence and protection."

Satsuki gestured toward the tablet he placed on the table. "And what brings you here?"

Kyoya explained the urgency. "While you all continue to discuss the technicalities of this ground-breaking system, the Americans have already began building their own... and they have a pilot."

Satsuki's shock was evident. "Already!?"

"Yes, already," Kyoya confirmed, his voice steady and resolute.

Kaede's eyes scanned the intricate schematics, her expression filled with unease. "What we're engaging in here... it feels like sacrilege."

Aoi, visibly disturbed, slammed the tablet onto the table and abruptly exited the room, leaving behind an air of discontent.

Satsuki's gaze fixed upon the tablet, her eyes darting across the screen, absorbing the information. "What is the pilot's name?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity and concern.

"Maria Vincennes," Kyoya responded, his tone even. "I suggest you check your work emails. You should find all the details you're cleared to access."

Satsuki's fingers tapped on the tablet's surface as she delved deeper into the information. Another name crossed her mind. "And what about Mayumi Yamagishi?"

Kyoya's response was measured. "Mayumi Yamagishi is the daughter of a U.N. representative, specifically a council member. She possesses remarkable intelligence."

Satsuki's brows furrowed as she processed the implications. "And we are seriously considering her as a pilot?"

Kyoya's silence and shrugged shoulders spoke volumes, prompting a mix of frustration and resignation in Satsuki. She shook her head, her voice filled with a sense of defeat. "Wonderful... Just wonderful."

Amidst the focused silence, Kaede's voice broke through the air, still engrossed in the contents of the files. "And what about this barrier?"

With a hint of reverence in his tone, Koji responded, "We call it Absolute Terror. It's an impenetrable, tactile shield, virtually invincible."

Satsuki, her curiosity piqued, sought further understanding. "But how did you come to create such an impregnable barrier?"

Mitsuru, confident in his response, clarified, "We didn't create it per se. Rather, it's an amplification of the pilot's psychic-mental barrier."

Hajime added his voice to the explanation. "Think of it as a force that binds one's essence together—a profound amplification of the soul itself."

Aoi, grappling with the concept, interjected with a question. "The soul?"

Satsuki, wanting to delve deeper, directed her inquiry to the source. "And where did you get this idea?"

Mari, who had been observing the unfolding drama with keen interest, finally spoke up. "That would be me. Ever heard of the Katsuragi expedition?"

Mitsuru, dismissing it as a futile endeavour, voiced his skepticism. "That was a dead end."

Mari, resolute in her conviction, responded, "No, it wasn't..."

A sense of unease settled over the room, and Kaede, her voice barely audible, expressed her apprehension. "This isn't going to end well."

A few weeks later...

Amidst the urgency of the mission, Satsuki voiced her disbelief. "Repairs in such a short time? How is that even possible?"

Mari, donning a playful grin, retorted, "I'm a miracle worker."

Satsuki, exasperated, rolled her eyes as they entered the central command—a briefing area that served as the Neo-nerv centre for all missions. Asuka had already familiarized herself with the operations, silently observing their every move. For now, Satsuki held the command, and Asuka respected her authority.

They stood in the testing site, anticipation filling the air. Kaede, immersed in her role, provided a brief status update. "Testing T•RIDEN•T systems with synthetic material."

Koji chimed in, his voice filled with assurance. "Neon Engines are stable."

Mitsuru, with a nod of confirmation, added, "T•RIDEN•T adjusting steadily."

Satsuki's voice resonated with determination. "Alright then, LAUNCH!"

With a firm push of the controls, Mana propelled forward, hurtling past the circular tunnel and emerging into the expansive expanse beyond. The mech felt more agile, less constricted. Manoeuvring became effortless, and without the burden of handling various gears and switches, Mana inched closer to achieving a harmonious unity with the machine.

Satsuki seized the opportunity to further evaluate their progress. "Mana, try activating your barrier," she commanded.

Puzzled, Mana inquired, "But how do I do that? You removed all the activation switches."

Satsuki's response was firm, her voice unwavering. "Just focus on a specific image, like an invisible wall. Concentrate your energy."

The weight of the moment hung in the air as Mana centred her thoughts, summoning the strength within her.

With focused determination, Mana channelled her energy, Activating the barrier field. As the protective shield enveloped her, a profound sense of tranquillity washed over her. It was as if she had melded with the surrounding waters, becoming one with the currents. However, this serene state was short-lived.

Observing the barrier's manifestation, Kaede couldn't help but voice her awe. "So that's what it looks like?"

Aoi, ever the pragmatic one, raised a valid concern. "Can we even measure that?"

Satsuki, maintaining her authoritative presence, demanded a status update. "Give me the pilot's status."

Aoi's gaze fixated on the interface, diligently running a diagnostics check. But the results that appeared on her screen perplexed her. "I can't really tell," she finally admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "These readings are...in another language."

Satsuki's confusion was evident. "Another language? What language is that?"

Aoi shook her head, her brows furrowed. "I don't know. It looks like some form of hieroglyphic, but I...I don't think..."

Before the gravity of the situation could fully sink in, the emergency screen flickered, jolting them into heightened alertness.

"I've lost connection with the plug system. It's gone blank," Kaede swiftly reported.

Satsuki wasted no time in seeking vital information. "What about her vitals?"

Aoi deftly switched her focus, studying the pilot's readings. Her voice carried a hint of worry as she relayed the unsettling findings. "Heart rate...elevated. Body heat and temperatures are increasing."

The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, the intensity of the mission escalating with each passing moment.

Satsuki issued her command with urgency. "Activate the cooling systems!"

Kaede's response carried a hint of desperation. "I'm trying, but they're not responding..."

Satsuki's focus sharpened as she seized the mic, her determination palpable. "Get me a connection with the pilot now!" She anxiously awaited the green light, gripping the mic tightly. Once the connection was established, she wasted no time. "Mana, can you hear me?"

Silence hung heavy in the air, intensifying the weight of the moment. Satsuki persisted, her voice laced with urgency. "Mana?" She paused, her heart pounding. "Pilot Kirishima, I order you to respond." Still, there was no reply. Panic surged within her. "Mana!" she yelled, the sheer force of her voice reverberating through the tense atmosphere.

Amidst the swirling chaos, Mana gradually opened her eyes, her vision clouded and distorted. She inhaled deeply through the respirator, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling upon her. The waters surrounding her took on an eerie orange hue, adding to the disorienting atmosphere.

"Satsuki, Mana is unresponsive," Aoi relayed the troubling information.

However, a glimmer of hope emerged from Aoi's subsequent report. "Vitals stabilizing. Temperatures are dropping. Shutting down the Absolute Terror field."

A mix of confusion and relief washed over Aoi and Kaede as they absorbed the baffling turn of events unfolding before them.

Examining the newly restored data, Koji's voice cut through the tension. "System connections have been restored. The pilot is... stable."

Satsuki released a heavy sigh, a blend of exhaustion and concern. "Mana, come back. That's enough for today," she spoke with a firm resolve, a touch of compassion resonating in her voice.

With Satsuki's command echoing in her ears, Mana acknowledged with unwavering obedience. "Yes, Ma'am," she responded, steeling herself for the journey back, both physically and mentally. The intensity of the mission lingered, leaving an indelible mark on the team's collective consciousness.

Shinji's apartment...

It was 5:00 in the morning, and the weight of sleeplessness pressed heavily upon Shinji's weary mind. Since that fateful day at the test launch, rest had eluded him, leaving him trapped in a restless cycle. The consequences of his sleepless nights were beginning to manifest. He had missed several rehearsals and practices, and the duties that came with being a teacher were slipping through his fingers. Tossing and turning in his bed, he felt ensnared by his own thoughts, entangled in a web of memories.

Mari, his roommate, had been consumed by her own late-night endeavours, leaving their apartment mostly empty. As for Asuka... the mere mention of her name stirred a whirlwind of conflicting memories. Asuka Shikinami... Soryu? The lines between past and present blurred, with some memories resurfacing while others faded into the recesses of his mind.

He pondered the strange occurrence, contemplating the reasons behind this sudden resurgence of past traumas. These were battles he thought he had left behind, a life he had tried to erase. Yet, in the darkness of the night, they emerged with a haunting persistence.

Finally, unable to find solace in his bed, Shinji rose and made his way to the kitchen. The soft glow of the city's late-night traffic cast eerie reflections upon the glass surfaces. Standing amidst the stillness of the apartment, he felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness seep into his bones. The weight of silence enveloped him, compelling him to gaze out into the world beyond the window.

After a while, he reluctantly turned away from the window and headed back to his room. It was then, in the midst of the hushed solitude, that the unexpected sound of the doorbell shattered the quietude. Late at night? Who could it be? Shinji wondered, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension welling up within him.

Approaching the door with cautious steps, he slowly opened it, revealing a figure standing on the other side. It was Asuka Langley-Soryu, or so she appeared to be.

"I'm starting to think I should get a restraining order," Shinji jested, his voice laced with confusion at Asuka's sudden appearance.

A faint smile played upon Asuka's lips as she responded, playing along with his comment. "It wouldn't really help, would it?" Her greeting held a tinge of forced cheerfulness. "Hi..."

Observing the bags in her hands, Shinji couldn't help but inquire, "What are you doing here?"

Asuka hesitated, her gaze wandering around the surroundings before she answered. "My place is undergoing some repairs," she explained. "I found myself with nowhere to go, and money is tight. So, I asked Mari, and she said I could crash with her for a while."

Shinji let out a weary sigh. "She said that, huh?"

"Look, I'm not thrilled about this either," Asuka admitted, her false smile faltering. "And I thought she had her own apartment. I didn't know that you two were living together."

"It's fine," Shinji chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Come in, we have an extra room."

Pouting slightly, Asuka shifted her bags and entered the apartment, taking in the spaciousness of the surroundings. "Upper class, huh?" she remarked.

Shinji shook his head. "Definitely not. I can guarantee you we're as middle class as can be. We can barely afford our groceries," he muttered under his breath.

"You say that, but this area seems nice. It doesn't look like you have any break-ins or robberies," Asuka commented.

"It's a great place and all, but..." Shinji paused, his gaze drifting towards the window. "Ever since we moved here, it's been nothing but stress and problems."

Curiosity gleamed in Asuka's eyes as she inquired, "What do you mean?"

"We used to live in a small city, Ube, Yamaguchi," Shinji revealed. "Life was so... easy back there."

Nodding in understanding, Asuka replied, "I was there for a while. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I know what you mean."

"Yeah," Shinji responded softly. "Anyway, I'm exhausted." He motioned towards the hallway, indicating the other room.

Once Asuka had settled into the apartment, her eyes scanned the surroundings, finally landing on the slightly untidy bed in the other room.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she couldn't help but ask Shinji, who was already lying on his own bed, "Don't you two sleep together?"

Shinji found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to explain their peculiar arrangement. "Well..." he began, searching for the right words. "It's... complicated."

Raising an eyebrow, Asuka pressed further, her voice laced with skepticism. "How complicated can it be?"

"We look out for each other," Shinji explained with a gentle smile. "We have each other's backs. But... we're not really... I don't know how to describe it."

"Okay..." Asuka's voice held a hint of acceptance as she retreated back to her own room, leaving Shinji to his thoughts.

Lying there in the darkness, Shinji contemplated their unusual dynamic, closing his eyes in an attempt to find solace and drift off to sleep.

In an undisclosed location, a group of men surrounded Commander Nagisa, their intentions shrouded in darkness. Tension hung heavily in the air as the interrogation commenced.

"Shinji Ikari?" one of the members inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. "Who is he?"

"He's an enigma," another member chimed in. "No trace of his past, a blank slate."

Commander Nagisa remained seated, his gaze distant and detached, until the head of the council directed a question his way. With a slight shift of his attention, he focused on the speaker. "Hmm?" he responded, appearing somewhat detached from the proceedings.

"Is he even paying attention?" a skeptical member scoffed.

"Why do you believe we should recruit this Shinji Ikari?" another interrogator pressed, his skepticism evident. "He lacks any military experience or training."

"He's like a phantom, barely leaving a trace," someone added. "It's almost a miracle that we even know he exists."

Kaworu paused for a moment, contemplating his response. "Well..." he began, his tone measured. "It's quite simple, really... He's the one we need."

"That's all?" a member questioned, his skepticism lingering.

"Please, Commander Nagisa, take this matter seriously," the most prominent figure in the room urged, his voice stern.

"I assure you, I am." Kaworu replied calmly. "Appearances can be deceiving. Despite his outward demeanor, Shinji Ikari possesses unique insights and knowledge that could greatly benefit our cause. I would be remiss were i to neglect this opportunity."

"And how do you know this."

"I just do." Kaworu replied, leaving no room for further questioning.

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of their decision pressing upon them. The darkness seemed to amplify the intensity of the interrogation, as they grappled with the enigmatic nature of Shinji Ikari and the potential impact he could have on their mission.

"You're still not telling us how." they persisted, their voices laced with frustration. Kaworu, seemingly unfazed, simply shrugged and settled back into his seat.

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" One council member grumbled. "You truly believe he's our best option?"

Kaworu's conviction remained unyielding. "Yes, he is." he insisted, his voice resolute.

Silence hung in the air as the council members pondered Kaworu's unwavering confidence. The weight of their decision loomed over them, each considering the potential risks and rewards.

"Fine," the head of the council finally spoke, his tone hesitant."We will bring this...Shinji Ikari... on board,"

"I understand the consequences." Kaworu affirmed, his determination unwavering. "His failures will be our failures, and his successes will reflect upon us. We bear the responsibility for anything that goes awry."

All the council nodded, a sense of cautious agreement settling among them.

"Very well," Kaworu accepted, acknowledging the weight of their agreement.

"In three days, we will receive two additional pilots as per our agreement with the Americans," the head of the council revealed. "And the mechs? All the necessary files have been sent to your branch, this meeting adjourned. Until next time Commander Nagisa."

The holographic projections flickered off, plunging the room into darkness. Kaworu sat alone, contemplating the gravity of the decisions made.

"Yeah...next time." He whispered to himself.

A few moments later, Mari entered the room, her presence offering a glimmer of light amidst the shadows.

"I'm guessing it didn't go so smoothly," she deduced, her voice filled with concern.

"It actually went better than we expected," Kaworu responded, his tone tinged with a mix of relief and uncertainty. "They've agreed to bring Shinji on board."

Mari's expression mirrored his mixed emotions. "I should be thrilled, but I can't shake the feeling that he may not want to come here," she expressed, her apprehension palpable.

"I know," Kaworu acknowledged, his voice filled with understanding. "But if anyone can convince him..."

"It's her," Mari finished his thought, nodding in agreement. The weight of their hopes and the intensity of their mission hung heavy in the room, as they relied on a fragile connection to bring Shinji into their world.

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As the soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the window, Shinji stirred from his slumber, slowly awakening to the promise of a new day. With a familiar ease, he fell into the rhythm of his daily routine, his movements almost automatic. He dressed in his usual attire, a blend of comfort and simplicity, and prepared himself mentally for the day ahead.

But, just as he was about to leave his apartment, he found himself face to face with Asuka, standing by the entrance. Surprise flickered across his features as he took in the sight before him. She held a carefully prepared bento box in her hands, a gesture of thoughtfulness that caught him off guard.

Her voice carried a blend of pride and sincerity as she presented him with the homemade meal. "I made this for you," she announced, her eyes searching for a reaction from Shinji. "Mari mentioned that you're constantly in a rush, so I thought you could use something to eat on the go."

Shinji's response was hesitant, his voice betraying a mix of appreciation and unease. "She did, huh," he muttered, accepting the box with a grateful yet uncertain expression. "Thank you, Asuka. That's really kind of you." The weight of their past experiences hung between them, or at the very least raged within him - intensifying the palpable tension in the room.

A fleeting moment of silence passed between them, and Asuka's gaze softened. "You know, you don't always have to run everywhere." she remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of concern. "I could give you a ride if you want."

Shinji hesitated for a moment, contemplating her offer, but eventually shook his head. "No, thank you. I prefer to run," he replied, a sense of determination shining in his eyes. "It's my way of staying connected with the world around me."

Asuka's lips curled into a playful smirk. "Suit yourself, Mr. Endurance," she teased. "But don't blame me if you're all sweaty and exhausted by the time you get there."

Shinji's response came in a hesitant and uncomfortable tone. "Okay," he muttered, his voice lacking the same level of playfulness.

With a casual wave of her hand, Asuka bid him farewell, her vibrant facade momentarily fading. As Shinji walked away, the forced smile on her face dissolved, revealing the trace of disappointment and unresolved tension that lingered beneath the surface.

Once he was gone, Asuka began her mission. She methodically combed through Shinji and Mari's apartment. Every drawer was opened, every shelf scrutinized. She was determined to uncover any clue that could shed light on the enigmatic individuals dubbed of Shinji Ikari and Mari Makinami, desperate to know the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface.

An hour passed as Asuka meticulously examined every nook and cranny, her eyes scanning for any fragment of information that could unravel the mystery. But despite her thorough search, the apartment yielded no secrets. It seemed as if Shinji and Mari had carefully guarded their personal lives, leaving no trace for her to discover.

Frustration gnawed at Asuka's resolve as time slipped away. She knew she had limited hours remaining before she had to report to Neo-Nerv, and her investigation had led her nowhere. Doubts began to cloud her mind, questioning the futility of her efforts. Perhaps she was chasing shadows, seeking answers that would forever elude her grasp.

Asuka's gaze fell upon a photograph on the wall—a snapshot of Shinji and Mari, their smiles frozen in time. She stared at the image, contemplating the depth of their connection, the bond that seemed to elude her understanding. There was more to their lives than meets the eye here, she still had much to learn.

Taking a deep breath, Asuka reluctantly abandoned her search, realizing that she may not find the answers she sought within the confines of the apartment. She closed her eyes briefly, regaining her composure, determined not to let her frustration consume her.

After tidying up the apartment, she left, her mind abuzz with unanswered questions. She would have to find another way, another avenue to uncover the truth. Neo-Nerv awaited her, and she knew that within its walls lay the potential for answers—answers that would lead her to the truth.

After a lengthy and immersive practice session with the orchestra, Shinji felt the familiar resonance of the cello echoing within him. The music flowed through his fingers, each note intertwining with the melodies of his fellow musicians.

With each stroke of the bow and press of the strings, Shinji poured his heart into the instrument. And the cello responded, its deep, resonant tones reverberating through the rehearsal room. His fingers danced across the fingerboard, caressing the strings with precision and grace.

Amidst the harmonious blend of sound, Shinji could feel the unity that came from shared passion and dedication. Each member of the orchestra played their part, their instruments merging together in perfect harmony. The conductor guided them; their motions synchronized as they breathed life into the composition.

As the final notes of the piece faded, Shinji set down his bow, his fingers still tingling with the lingering vibrations. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he stepped away from the ensemble and found a secluded spot to make a phone call.

Dialing Mari's number, he waited patiently as the call connected. The sound of ringing filled the line until finally, Mari's voice came through. accompanied by a loud yawn that permeated the air. "Hey," she greeted him, still recovering from her weariness.

"Hey," Shinji responded, his voice carrying a tinge of fatigue from the day's activities. "Look I...I wanted to talk about... Asuka."

There was a momentary pause on the other end of the line, and Shinji could sense Mari gathering her thoughts, sensing the weight of the topic about to be broached. "What about her?" Mari asked, her voice carrying a touch of concern, as if she already knew the gravity of the matter.

"You invited her into our space." Shinji stated, his words laced with an undercurrent of awkward reluctance. Expressing his unease about Asuka's presence was difficult, but he hoped that Mari would understand without him having to fully voice his discomfort.

"I'm so sorry," Mari responded, her tone tinged with melancholy. "There was no time, and Neo-Nerv didn't have the proper accommodations, so..."

"You thought it was best if she lived with us?" Shinji inquired, his puzzlement evident in his voice, struggling to comprehend the logic behind Mari's decision.

"For now, yes." Mari affirmed, her voice gentle yet firm. "She's my friend, she's your friend." Mari emphasized the shared bond they had with Asuka, as if reminding Shinji that their connection extended beyond personal comfort. "We owe it to her, don't we?"

Shinji sighed, searching for an alternative perspective. "You know, all this time, for the past five years, we've had each other's backs through thick and thin."

"Yeah," Mari agreed, acknowledging their steadfast bond.

"So why did you lie about the Trident?" Shinji asked, the weight of honesty in his words palpable. He wanted to understand Mari's motivations, to unravel the tangled web of half-truths.

"To protect you," Mari answered, her voice laced with sincerity. "But if you knew about it, why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I didn't want to upset you," Shinji responded truthfully, his words carrying a sense of vulnerability. He had withheld the information out of a desire to shield Mari from unnecessary distress.

"Look... I'm coming home this weekend. We'll talk it out, the three of us," Mari proposed, her voice holding a glimmer of hope for resolution.

"Fine." Shinji agreed, a sense of relief mingling with his fatigue. "I would just like a heads-up the next time you decide something so important... the only secrets you should keep are personal ones."

"No lies, puppy," Mari said, her words carrying a mix of affection and admonishment.

"Bye," Shinji bid farewell, feeling drained by the emotional weight of the conversation that had unfolded, a weight he found to be more exhausting than even his participation in the orchestra. With the end of the phone call, he went back to the orchestra, leaving the complexities of Asuka and Mari behind, if only for a short while.

Mari let out a sigh of fatigue and frustration, dropping the phone onto her desk. She raised her hand to her forehead, feeling the weight of the day bearing down on her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Kaworu's voice broke through the air, and he extended a bottle of water towards her. She accepted it gratefully, taking a long sip to quench her parched throat.

"So that was Shinji, huh?" Kaworu remarked, his tone filled with empathy. "Sounds like a tough conversation."

"It's on me, I should've told him," Mari replied, her focus returning to her work. "There's nothing wrong with Hitomi's nerve links... it's Kaede's new layer of Armor. It's making it difficult to repair, and it's not bonding with the LCL."

"That's because it's not alive," Kaworu remarked, his words carrying a hint of intrigue. "Not yet, anyway."

"Don't you dare," Mari warned, sensing his playful nature creeping in.

"I'm kidding," Kaworu reassured her, seeing the seriousness etched on Mari's exhausted face. "You should take a day or two off, let her handle Shinji."

"I can't really trust her, and you know why," Mari said, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and concern.

"I have a hundred different eyes and ears - you'll all be fine," Kaworu assured her, his words intended to offer reassurance. "Be not afraid."

Mari glanced at him, momentarily finding solace in his presence amidst the challenges of the office space. With a faint smile, she returned to her tasks, knowing that there were still hurdles to overcome, but finding comfort in the support of her trusted colleague.

Asuka pushed open the door to Mari's office, her presence interrupting the quiet atmosphere. "Sorry to interrupt, but where can I buy teddy bears?" she blurted out, her tone slightly impatient.

Mari looked up from her work, taken aback by the unexpected question. "Teddy bears?" she echoed, trying to process the random inquiry.

"Yeah... teddy bears," Asuka confirmed with a hint of determination in her voice.

Caught off guard, Mari hesitated for a moment, racking her brain to come up with an answer. "There's a store on the way back to my apartment," she finally responded, her words carrying a sense of awkwardness.

Kaworu, who had been quietly observing the conversation, couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Perfect timing," he interjected, motioning for Asuka to close the door behind her.

Asuka complied, shutting the door firmly behind her. Kaworu placed the water bottle he had been holding onto the table and gestured for her to take a seat.

"We're bringing Shinji into the fold," Kaworu announced, his voice carrying a note of significance.

"Ikari? But he's just a civilian," Asuka countered, her confusion evident in her tone.

"No... he isn't," Kaworu shook his head, his expression serious. "He knows a lot more than he lets on. Take a seat, Asuka. There's much we need to discuss."

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As the first rays of dawn gently filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow upon the room, Mana Kirishima slowly stirred from her slumber. The air felt cool and serene, carrying the faint scent of morning dew and the promise of a new day.

Mana gradually opened her eyes, and she was greeted by the soft play of light and shadow dancing across the room. Sunbeams gracefully caressed every surface they touched, illuminating the space with a gentle radiance. The room seemed to come alive with a renewed sense of vitality, as if the warmth of the sun's embrace breathed life into every nook and cranny.

As the gentle melodies of the morning embraced Mana's senses, she couldn't help but wonder. What day is it today?

An undercurrent of apprehension tinged her thoughts.

I hope I won't have to get into that thing again...

The memories of previous tests, the weight of responsibility, and the toll it took on her both physically and emotionally were etched in her mind.

Seeking a momentary distraction, Mana shifted her gaze to the other side of the bed, as if hoping to find solace in the mundane objects that adorned her surroundings. With a slight movement, she reached out and retrieved her phone from the charger, her fingers delicately navigating through the device's interface.

Messages and notifications filled the screen, each representing a connection to the outside world that she had temporarily withdrawn from. As she sifted through the digital stream of information, her eyes were caught by a post that appeared on her social media feed. It displayed a series of pictures, capturing the essence of a man she had encountered a few weeks prior. There was an enigmatic quality about him, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and vulnerability.

In one of the pictures, he stood beside a woman, her presence exuding an aura of intellect and expertise. Mana's mind grappled with the question of whether she belonged to Neo-Nerv's science or engineering departments. It was a fleeting thought, yet it held a hint of curiosity, as if she yearned to unravel the enigma that surrounded this man and his companion.

Then It struck her, amidst the introspection, that she had never learned his name. The realization washed over her like a gentle wave, sparking a flicker of intrigue. Questions lingered in her mind, a desire to delve deeper into the mystery that had captivated her from the moment their paths had crossed.

Lost in thought, Mana found herself entwined in the web of wonder, silently contemplating the possibilities that lay before her. Her gaze fixated on the image once more, as if seeking answers within the captured moments frozen in time. What was his name? What adventures had shaped his life? And how had destiny intertwined their paths in this complex tapestry of existence?

In the midst of uncertainty and unanswered questions, Mana's spirit remained resilient. As she continued to explore the depths of the image, a sense of anticipation grew within her, igniting a flicker of determination.

That is until the door creaked open, and Satsuki entered the room along with Aoi, their presence brought a sense of familiarity and warmth.

"Morning," they greeted Mana in unison, their voices filled with genuine care.

Mana rose from her bed, preparing herself for another day of piloting. However, Aoi swiftly intervened, halting her movements. "It's okay," Aoi reassured her. "You can lie down. We won't be conducting any tests today."

Surprised, Mana hesitated for a moment. "Oh...is something wrong with the Trident?" she inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

Satsuki exchanged a glance with Aoi before responding, her tone comforting yet tinged with a hint of frustration. "Well...not exactly," Satsuki explained. "It's still undergoing repairs, and once that's complete, Hajime and his team want to further enhance its capabilities."

Aoi chimed in, a note of annoyance colouring her words. "I swear they're obsessed."

Attempting to brighten the situation, Satsuki offered Mana a glimmer of hope. "On the bright side, you have the day off today, so..."

Mana's eyes widened with curiosity. "So, I can do whatever I want?"

Satsuki gently clarified, a touch of responsibility in her voice. "Not exactly. You still have school, you know." The mention of school elicited a groan from Mana, the prospect of academic obligations dampening her enthusiasm.

"However," Satsuki continued, her tone softening, "other than that, the day is all yours. Just make sure you return to the facility by 9:00 PM at the latest."

Understanding the conditions of her newfound freedom, Mana sighed in resignation. "Alright, I suppose I can manage that."

Satsuki's face lit up with a joyful expression, her hands clapping together lightly. "Great! Have a nice day, Mana. You know the drill—recreational areas and the cafeteria only."

Mana couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, I've got it."

Aoi added the final touch to their conversation, her smile radiating warmth. "And to brighten up your day even more, you've received a clean bill of health. I'll sign your release papers soon."

Relief washed over Mana as she absorbed Aoi's words. A clean bill of health meant freedom not just from physical restrictions but also from the constant worry that had plagued her.

Satsuki stood at the edge of the doorframe, ready to depart, when Mana halted her with a request. "Wait, Satsuki. I have a question...about that man who came over last week. You seemed upset with him, I think...?"

Satsuki paused, her brows furrowing as she tried to recall the incident. After a moment of reflection, the realization dawned upon her. "Ah, you're referring to Shinji Ikari. He's a friend of Commander Nagisa's."

Curiosity piqued, Mana delved deeper. "Was he a pilot, like us?" she inquired, her voice laced with genuine interest.

Satsuki pondered the question, unsure of the answer. "Not to my knowledge," she responded. "But if Commander Nagisa personally endorsed him, he must have held some significance."

Wondering about the source of Mana's supposed information, Satsuki probed further. "Why would you think that he was a pilot?" she questioned, her tone inquisitive.

"Well, when I spoke to him the other day, he mentioned having experienced a situation similar to ours," Mana explained. "So... I was just curious."

Satsuki remained skeptical. "He doesn't strike me as the military type," she mused aloud. Airforce maybe?

Aoi countered Satsuki's assumption. "You might be surprised," she remarked with a hint of mischief.

Intrigued, Satsuki pressed Aoi for clarification. "And why do you say that?"

Aoi revealed her findings, shedding light on the enigma surrounding Shinji Ikari. "Kaede dug into his background, trying to find any trace of him. But he's virtually non-existent—no digital footprint, no physical history, nothing. It's weird. His record is cleaner than marble."

Satsuki's disbelief was palpable. "That's impossible," she asserted.

Aoi insisted, her voice tinged with intrigue. "I'm telling you. Besides a potentially forged ID, he's a ghost."

Caught between curiosity and concern, Satsuki contemplated the implications. "So, what are you suggesting? That he's some sort of foreign operative?"

Aoi shook her head, dispelling any espionage theories. "No, but it's weird how he seems to have appeared out of thin air...don't you think?"

Deciding to investigate further, Satsuki made a mental note. "I'll consult with our IT team and see if they can uncover anything," she stated, her mind already formulating a plan. She didn't want to continue this discussion within earshot of Mana, who remained curious about the mysterious Shinji Ikari.

"But whoever he is, it's none of your concern," she declared, her gaze locked onto Mana, who responded with an exasperated eye-roll.

Satsuki recognized the need for seriousness and persisted, directing her words towards Mana. "Hey I'm serious... what truly matters is you and the TRIDENT. So forget about him."

"And Aoi, I love you but we already have enough of our own problems. Especially now with two more pilots on their way, so you should be busy investigating them."

Understanding the importance of their current responsibilities, Aoi and Mana acknowledged her points.

"Fine." she conceded. "But he was still kinda cute."

"Aoi!" Satsuki groaned, her patience slightly tested. causing Aoi to giggle just a little.

Curiosity stirred within Mana upon hearing about the arrival of two more pilots. "Two more pilots?" she questioned, seeking clarification.

Satsuki confirmed her statement. "Yes, they will be joining us soon."

Mana couldn't help but notice a discrepancy. "But there's only one TRIDENT Lancer unit," she pointed out, her concern palpable. The silence that followed from both Satsuki and Aoi deepened her unease. "What are you two not telling me?" she pressed, her tone firm.

Satsuki hesitated, realizing that the time for transparency had arrived. Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke. "Mana, there have been some developments and changes that we need to discuss. It's important that you're aware of the situation."

Mari sat in her office, surrounded by a pile of files on her desk. The past few days had been a whirlwind of activity, what with various departments tirelessly working on TRIDENT improvements and making preparations for the arrival of the new pilots. It had kept Mari occupied, leaving her with little time to spend at home with Shinji. Instead, she had relied on Asuka's persuasive skills to convince Shinji to join Neo-NERV.

"Just a few more days," Mari thought to herself, her mind racing with plans and explanations. "Then I'll explain everything."

Asuka entered her office, breaking Mari's train of thought. "Hey," she greeted, taking a seat.

"Aren't you supposed to be training?"

"It's my lunch break," Asuka replied nonchalantly. "And the drills here are a bit soft. Things were much tougher back in Germany."

Mari chuckled. "I'm sure the boys appreciate your insights."

Asuka nodded confidently. "I'll whip them into shape, including those new pilots... How many days until they arrive by the way?"

"Give or take a week," Mari answered. "Airplane tickets and all."

"But that Mayumi girl is here, isn't she?" Asuka pointed out.

"Yeah, but she's a bit...shy," Mari replied, sensing Asuka's skepticism.

"So, she's going to be a handful, huh?" Asuka sighed.

Mari reassured her, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. "That's why you won't be handling it alone."

The room fell silent, and Asuka took a sip of water. Mari could sense that something was bothering her friend.

"You didn't talk to him, did you?"

Asuka's face contorted with frustration. "I tried," she admitted. "But every time I think about bringing it up, his stupid face just makes me..."

"Asuka..." Mari gave her a disappointed glare.

"I know," Asuka responded, her voice tinged with regret. "But I promise you this. Come hell or high water, I will find a way to convince him to come here."

A devious smile played across Mari's face as she responded, "I know you will." She said, "You don't really have a choice."

"Shut up." she replied, fully aware of Mari's enjoyment at her expense.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the opening of the door, revealing a doctor who confidently stepped into the room.

"Apologies for the interruption," he began, exuding confidence. "I'm working under Aoi Mogami, and she requests the presence of one Asuka Langley Soryu."

Asuka regarded the doctor, her curiosity piqued. "Alright," she replied, her tone hinting at her willingness to comply. "And what is your name?"

"I'm Toji... Toji Suzuhara," he responded.

"Alright, Suzuhara," Asuka acknowledged, making her decision. "I guess I'll follow you then." With a farewell nod to Mari, she bid her farewell and followed Toji, eager to discover the reason behind Aoi's request.

Elsewhere...

The bustling sound of traffic filled the air as Mana and her friends, (Musashi Lee Strasberg and Keita Asari) walked along the crowded road towards their school. It was a hectic day, with everyone around them engaged in various activities or rushing to their destinations.

Curiosity sparked in Lee's voice as he turned to his friends. "Who do you think the new pilots will be?" he inquired, his eyes scanning the passing faces.

Mana pondered the question for a moment before responding, "I'm not sure. What about you, Keita? What do you think about all this?"

Keita remained silent, his tightly clenched fists revealing his internal turmoil. It was evident that something had bothered him, and both Mana and Lee understood it was best to give him space.

Lee, always the voice of reason, gently reminded Keita, "Just remember why we're doing this... We're fighting for something bigger than ourselves."

Keita's frustration was palpable, but he reluctantly nodded in agreement. "I hate it..." he admitted, his tone tinged with resignation, "but we don't have a choice, do we? It's either this or losing our home."

Mana reached out, placing a supportive hand on Keita's shoulder. "I know it's tough," she said empathetically, "but we have to stay strong and do what needs to be done... Together."

Keita took a deep breath, slowly releasing the tension from his body. "You're right," he conceded. "We're in this together, and we'll face whatever comes our way."

They eventually reached the school and navigated the familiar halls of its bustling environment, blending in with the sea of students from one class to another. Mana's vibrant energy radiated as she exchanged cheerful greetings with fellow classmates, effortlessly transitioning from one conversation to another. Her lively presence was contagious, drawing smiles from those around her as she effortlessly weaved through the crowd.

Musashi, on the other hand, carried himself with a calm demeanour that mirrored his composed nature. His observant eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in the ebb and flow of the school's dynamic atmosphere. Despite his reserved disposition, he exuded a comforting aura that made him approachable to those who sought a steady presence amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, Keita appeared slightly withdrawn, his focus primarily directed inward. His usually vibrant personality seemed subdued, a consequence of the weight on his shoulders. Lost in his own thoughts, he maintained a low profile, his actions deliberate and precise. Yet, beneath his guarded exterior, a flicker of determination remained, a testament to his unwavering commitment to his friends and their shared cause.

As fate would have it, amidst the flurry of students, the trio's paths intertwined with that of Mayumi, a shy and timid girl who appeared overwhelmed by the bustling school environment. Her eyes darted anxiously from one face to another, her body language indicating her unease. Sensing her discomfort, Mana, Musashi, and Keita approached Mayumi with warm smiles and open hearts.

Mana's friendly nature immediately shone through as she struck up a conversation with Mayumi, gently coaxing her out of her shell. Musashi's calm demeanour provided a soothing presence, offering reassurance through his attentive listening and understanding nods. Keita, though reserved, displayed a compassionate side, offering words of encouragement that resonated deeply with Mayumi's own struggles.

After school, Mana sought out Mayumi, their newfound friendship blossoming slowly. Curiosity sparkled in her eyes as she approached the timid girl. Mana noticed that she had been packing her violin case.

"Hey, Mayumi, you play the violin?" Mana inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest.

Mayumi's face lit up with a shy smile. "Yes," she replied softly. "I have to practice diligently. My parents are very adamant about it."

Empathy welled up within Mana as she nodded understandingly. " I can relate. I know a thing or two about not having time for yourself."

Mayumi's eyes widened in surprise, finding solace in Mana's understanding. "Exactly." she agreed, her voice tinged with a hint of relief. "It's a constant juggle, isn't it?"

The conversation flowed effortlessly as they walked together, their footsteps carrying them towards the heart of the city. Curiosity piqued, Mana couldn't resist delving deeper into Mayumi's musical world. "Where do you usually play?" she inquired, genuinely intrigued.

Mayumi's eyes lit up with a mix of passion and nervousness. "I have a practice session today with my personal teacher," she replied, her voice tinged with both excitement and trepidation. "He teaches at the local theatre."

A sense of adventure tinged the air as Mana's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I've always wanted to go to the theatre."

Mayumi hesitated for a moment, her reserved nature momentarily overshadowing her desire for companionship. Yet, emboldened by their blossoming friendship, she nodded softly. "Okay." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Having you there would make it feel less daunting."

With smiles exchanged and a shared understanding of the importance of pursuing one's passions, Mana and Mayumi set off towards the theatre.

Shinji had just finished a session with the orchestra, his mind now preoccupied with thoughts of Asuka's strange behaviour earlier this morning. Her expressions had been a mixture of unease and frustration, as if she had something important to convey but couldn't find the words. He wondered what could have unsettled her so deeply.

Lost in his thoughts, he snapped back to reality as the theatre doors swung open, revealing Mayumi entering with a slightly hurried pace. He greeted her with a stern tone, his voice echoing throughout the empty theatre. "Mayumi, you're late," he said, his gaze fixed on her.

"I'm so sorry, sir," Mayumi apologized, quickening her pace as she approached him.

However, as Mayumi entered the stage area, Mana's presence caught him by surprise.

For Mana the man she had just discussed earlier this morning was standing before her, and Shinji's eyes widened with a flicker of recognition. He paused for a moment, his mind connecting the dots. "You're Mana," he stated, a touch of realization colouring his voice.

"We've met before..." Mana said, recognizing him. She hurriedly stepped onto the stage, her eyes locked with Shinji's as she nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that's right," she continued, a hint of curiosity lacing her words. "It's good to see you again, Mister Ikari."

Mayumi, in the midst of preparing her violin, observed the interaction between Shinji and Mana with a mix of surprise and intrigue. She had unknowingly brought together two individuals whose paths had crossed before.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again." Shinji said. "However, I kindly request that you refrain from disturbing Mayumi while I'm teaching. She possesses great potential, and it would be a shame to see it go to waste."

"Oh, sure, no problem." Mana assured him. "I just have a few questions that I'd like to ask you...maybe after the class, if you don't mind."

"Not a problem," Shinji replied, redirecting his attention to the silent Mayumi. "Now, Let's begin."

As Shinji commenced his teaching, Mana observed with rapt attention. He displayed a gentle guidance, demonstrating patience and skill. She watched in awe as he effortlessly brought out the hidden talents of the once shy, timid, and reclusive Mayumi. Witnessing the transformation, Mana felt a surge of inspiration and curiosity welling up within her. Perhaps it was time for her to explore the world of music as well, to embrace the power of an instrument and the joy it could bring.

The classroom filled with the harmonious melody of Shinji's instruction, accompanied by Mayumi's tentative but growing confidence.

After the class concluded, Shinji and Mayumi expressed their gratitude to each other, appreciating the progress made during their session. Mayumi gathered her belongings, preparing to depart, while Mana eagerly readied herself to pose her burning questions to Shinji. However, before she could utter a word, their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a spirited woman with fiery auburn hair.

Shinji, finally noticing her presence, quipped, "How long were you sitting there in the dark?" A hint of amusement laced his voice.

"I was just listening to the music," Asuka replied with a smirk, enjoying the playful banter.

"Goodbye, Mister Ikari," Mayumi bid her farewell, expressing her gratitude once more. Shinji reciprocated with a warm smile before turning his attention back to Mana.

"Now, about those questions?" Mana seized the opportunity, eager to satisfy her curiosity.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" Shinji inquired, hoping the inquiries would revolve around his passion for music.

Mana's gaze shifted towards Asuka, who had moved closer to the stage. "First of all, who is she?" Mana pointed discreetly towards Asuka, sitting in one of the seats.

"That's Asuka, an old friend," Shinji replied.

"From?" Mana probed further, unsatisfied with his vague response.

"A different time." Shinji evaded, keeping the details elusive.

"So, both of you were pilots?" Mana persisted, searching for any revealing expressions on Shinji's face.

Shinji let out a soft chuckle. "Where did you get that idea?"

"Well, you did say..." Mana's response was interrupted by Asuka.

"There's no music playing so...what's the hold up?" Asuka interjected, her curiosity piqued by the conversation.

"Just answering a few of Mana's questions." Shinji replied.

Mana's attention was immediately drawn to Asuka upon hearing her name. "Kirishima Mana?"

"Yes," Mana confirmed, slightly taken aback by Asuka's recognition.

"You're the pilot," Asuka stated with a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"Yes," Mana affirmed, her curiosity now extending towards Asuka. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at Nerv?"

"Well, I have some free time today and...wait...how do you know all this?" Mana probed, her curiosity intensifying.

Asuka maintained a cautious demeanour, careful not to divulge too much information. "Just know that you'll be hearing from me soon," she answered cryptically.

Mana paused, her mind racing with questions about the connection between Asuka and Shinji. Who was this enigmatic woman, and what was her relationship with Shinji Ikari? Determined to find answers, she followed Asuka's invitation.

"Come on," Asuka beckoned to both of them. "I'll take you back to Nerv. Satsuki ought to thank me for it."

"If you have any more questions, ask them now," Shinji offered, trailing behind Asuka. Mana followed closely, her curiosity burning brightly.

As they made their way back to Nerv, Mana couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The car ride was filled with an air of mystery, with occasional glances exchanged between Mana and Asuka, hinting at a shared secret they were yet to uncover. Meanwhile, Shinji remained quiet, his gaze lost in thought.

Upon their arrival at Nerv headquarters, they were greeted by the sights of Kaworu who was indulged in conversation with Satsuki.

Asuka's honk broke their attention, and Mana gracefully exited the car, bidding her farewells.

"Farewell Shinji Ikari." She bowed, "And you too Ma'am."

"No problem." Asuka replied with friendly smile.

As Mana approached, Kaworu couldn't help but find the situation intriguing. Satsuki, sensing an opportunity, wasted no time in asking about the mysterious individual they had just encountered.

"Was that Shinji Ikari?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Kaworu confirmed her suspicion, knowing that a barrage of questions was imminent. "Yes, it was Shinji Ikari," he replied. "I can sense your curiosity building."

Seeking the truth, Satsuki turned to Kaworu, determined to uncover the secrets behind Shinji's identity. "Commander Nagisa, who is he exactly?"

Kaworu let out a weary sigh, realizing the depth of her inquisitiveness. "He is an old friend from a different time," he reluctantly revealed, hoping it would satiate her thirst for answers.

Unsatisfied with his response, Satsuki probed further, questioning if Shinji held any military affiliation like Kaworu himself. Kaworu, careful with his words, alluded to the familiarity Shinji had with their organization.

Satsuki's suspicions remained, prompting Kaworu to address her concerns. He acknowledged her thorough investigation into Shinji's background, even involving their IT department in the search for information. However, he offered a cryptic assurance. "You're not going to find anything," he stated with a hint of finality.

Perplexed, Satsuki couldn't fathom the significance of concealing one man's past. "Why?" she pressed, struggling to grasp the importance of this enigma.

Kaworu's response echoed his earlier words. "Different time," he simply reiterated, though it failed to alleviate Satsuki's lingering doubts.

With a nod of farewell, Kaworu left Satsuki in the company of Mana, who had finally caught up. A sense of urgency compelled Satsuki to seek answers.

"What did I tell you?" she asked, reminding Mana of her relentless pursuit of the truth.

"I needed to know," Mana replied, standing her ground.

Satsuki wrestled with her conscience, knowing she shouldn't delve further into the matter. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't resist asking, "Did you find out anything?"

Mana's response was disheartening, as it mirrored the previous explanations. "Nope," she confessed. "Just said that he's from a different time."

Satsuki found herself haunted by the repetition of those words, searching for their hidden meaning. What could it imply? The mystery only deepened, leaving her yearning for answers.

"Alright, let's return to your quarters," Satsuki finally suggested, realizing that the answers she sought might not come easily. For now, she had to set aside her curiosity and focus on the tasks at hand.

As they walked together, the question still lingered in Satsuki's mind. However, she understood that some secrets were not meant to be unravelled immediately. The path they had embarked on was shrouded in uncertainty, and time would reveal the truths they sought.

END.

Chapter Text

Shinji Ikari wearily stepped through the threshold of his apartment, his shoulders slumped and his steps heavy. It had been an exhausting day, filled with the strains of playing the cello in the orchestra and guiding his eager students through their lessons. Every muscle in his body ached for respite, and the familiar comfort of his home beckoned to him.

As he closed the door behind him, the muffled sounds of a television reached his ears, along with a flickering glow that spilled out from the living room. Shinji's tired eyes focused on the figure occupying the couch, and there she was—Asuka Langley - apparently - Soryu, his fiery and spirited companion from the old world and new.

Even from a distance, Shinji could tell that Asuka shared his weariness. Her once-vibrant red hair hung slightly disheveled, and her posture mirrored his own exhaustion. It was a sight that brought a flicker of solace to his tired heart—knowing that he wasn't alone in his weariness.

As Shinji shuffled towards the living room, his footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor, Asuka's gaze met his. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, revealing a warmth beneath her usual assertiveness.

"The food is in the microwave," she spoke gently, her voice carrying a hint of understanding.

Shinji's eyes momentarily shifted towards the kitchen, where the faint hum of the microwave echoed. A wave of gratitude washed over him, grateful for the small act of kindness that awaited him. He sank down onto the couch beside Asuka, his tired body gratefully sinking into the cushion.

As they sat together in comfortable silence, the glow of the television bathing them in a soft, flickering light, a sense of peace settled over the room. The day's burdens seemed to momentarily fade away as they found solace in each other's presence.

Shinji glanced over at Asuka, her eyes fixed on the TV screen but her expression softened. "You had a long day too?" he asked, his voice laced with empathy.

Asuka nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before returning to the show. "Yeah, the world can be exhausting sometimes. But we're in this together, aren't we?"

Shinji's tired lips curved into a small, appreciative smile. Asuka's words carried a weight of truth that resonated deep within him. They used to be partners in battle, facing the challenges and uncertainties side by side.

Shinji's ears perked up, catching a distant sound that seemed oddly familiar. "Is that snoring I hear?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as the faint reverberations reached his ears.

"Four-eyed...Mari is asleep in the other room."

Curiosity twinkled in Shinji's eyes as he sought clarification. "The room you were sleeping in?" he inquired, hoping to confirm his understanding.

Asuka nodded, her head sinking into the comfort of the couch. "Yeup." she confirmed, her casual demeanour evident.

A sense of hospitality welled up within Shinji, prompting him to make an offer. "You can sleep in my room," he suggested, extending a generous gesture. "I'll sleep on the couch."

Resisting the kind offer, Asuka shook her head, "That's real nice of you, but I'm a guest, so-" she began.

Shinji swiftly interjected, his voice gentle yet firm. "It's okay," he assured her, a genuine warmth in his words. "Honest..."

"You're too kind for your own good," Asuka remarked, as she observed Shinji retrieving his food from the microwave.

Shinji shrugged, his eyes briefly meeting Asuka's before he focused on his plate. " "I just believe in treating others the way I'd like to be treated," he replied, his voice carrying a touch of humility.

Asuka's gaze lingered on him, a mix of curiosity and gratitude evident in her expression. "Some people take advantage of that y'know...what do you do then?" she asked, testing the boundaries of Shinji's unwavering kindness.

Shinji paused, his eyes meeting hers, understanding the weight behind her question. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding, his voice steady. "I've learned that setting boundaries is important," he began, his tone reflective. "Being kind doesn't mean letting others walk all over you. It's about finding a balance between compassion and self-respect."

Asuka absorbed Shinji's words, her curiosity deepening. "But what if someone crosses those boundaries? What if they don't appreciate your kindness?" she probed.

A contemplative expression washed over Shinji's face as he considered her question. "It's not easy... but sometimes you have to make tough choices," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "If someone consistently takes advantage of my kindness without showing appreciation or respect, I have to evaluate the relationship and decide if it's healthy for both parties involved."

Asuka's gaze softened, her curiosity replaced by a sense of understanding. "Well then, Mr. Ikari...won't you do me this one kindness." She began to jest ironically, holding up a what looked to be a card.

Shinji's curiosity piqued, his gaze shifting from Asuka's face to the mysterious card she held. "What's that?" he inquired, his interest evident.

"What's that?" he inquired once again, his interest evident in his voice.

Asuka stood up, the card still in her hand, and walked toward Shinji in the kitchen. There was a sense of urgency in her movements as she began to explain. "It's a pass," she replied, her tone serious. "Clearance into Nerv. I need you to come in tomorrow."

Confusion clouded Shinji's expression as he tried to make sense of her request. "But why do you need me to come in?" he asked, his voice tinged with bewilderment. "I'm just a music teacher. What could I possibly contribute to Nerv?"

Asuka found herself at a crossroads, unsure of how to respond. She weighed her options, considering the consequences of each path before her. Should could lie to him or tell him the truth she knew, or attempt to manipulate him? None of these choices seemed fool proof, and she struggled to find the right words.

After a moment of contemplation, Asuka took a deep breath, choosing honesty over deceit. "I need you too." She confessed. "If you don't...I don't know what's gonna happen."

Shinji's gaze met Asuka's, a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling in his eyes. He sensed the gravity of her words, the weight of the unspoken truths lingering between them. "I'm not sure I understand," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

Asuka's expression softened, her gaze unwavering. "please...for me." she said, holding out the card towards him." All I can ask is that you trust me. Trust that there's a reason behind this request, a purpose that will become clear in time."

Shinji hesitated, his gaze shifting from Asuka to the card in her outstretched hand. His mind swirled with questions and uncertainties, yet beneath it all, he recognized the sincerity and desperation in Asuka's plea.

Taking a deep breath, Shinji reached out, his hand slowly accepting the card from Asuka's grasp. In that small act, he silently conveyed his trust, his willingness to embrace the unknown, and his commitment to stand by her side.

"Thank you." she said, gratitude lacing her voice. "One kindness for another, right?" Asuka chuckled, a hint of playfulness returning to her demeanour. "I'll sleep on the couch."

As she turned to leave, ready to make herself comfortable for the night, Shinji's voice stopped her in her tracks. Her gaze returned to him, meeting his eyes with a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension.

"On one condition." Shinji stated firmly, his tone serious. Asuka sensed the weight behind his words, knowing that he had something important to express. She waited, giving him her full attention.

"If I want out..." Shinji continued, his gaze unwavering, "You let me go... You don't try to stop me."

Asuka's initial instinct was to resist, to hold onto him tightly, but she realized the fairness in his request. If they were truly in this together, their trust had to be reciprocal. She took a moment to consider his condition before finally acquiescing, her voice carrying a touch of reluctant acceptance.

"Alright," she agreed, her tone carrying a mix of sincerity and determination. "Deal. If should somehow want out...then I won't stop you." It was a promise she made, acknowledging that Shinji's autonomy and choices mattered just as much as her own.

A smile formed on Shinji's face, a genuine expression of appreciation and understanding. It was a small victory, a testament to their growing connection. "Deal," he affirmed, a sense of reassurance and camaraderie filling the space between them. "And don't worry... I'll sleep on the couch."

With that the night was done, Although Asuka didn't completely win, she didn't loose either...but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She had hoped for a clear victory, a triumph over Shinji's reluctance. Yet, she couldn't deny the unsettling feeling that she hadn't truly won, nor had she completely lost. It was an uneasy stalemate that left her yearning for more, but for now, she had to begrudgingly accept the compromises.

Shinji's mind was consumed by conflicting thoughts as he settled into sleep. Doubt gnawed at him, casting shadows over the trust he had initially placed in Asuka. While he had a vague sense of what awaited him, he couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that he was being misled. The words spoken to him seemed like half-truths and veiled promises, adding to the web of uncertainty he found himself entangled in.

As the night grew deeper, they each found themselves lost in their own thoughts, contemplating the path they had unknowingly chosen to walk together.

The next morning, Shinji found himself waiting in what appeared to be a reception area of some sort. Mari and Asuka had left him there, instructing him to wait patiently for their return. Time seemed to stretch on indefinitely as he sat alone, the minutes ticking by without any sign of their arrival.

As he contemplated the purpose of their presence in this unfamiliar place, Shinji's attention was abruptly drawn to a dishevelled figure passing by. It was Mayumi Yamagishi, one of his students, and she seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown. Her frantic demeanour struck a chord of concern within him, further amplifying the tension in the air.

"Mister... mister Ikari," Mayumi called out, her voice trembling. Shinji turned towards her, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and worry. "Mayumi? What are you-" He paused as he took in her distressed state. "Are you okay?"

Mayumi's response was a frenzied torrent of words, her speech almost incomprehensible as panic consumed her. Shinji recognized the signs of someone overwhelmed and on the brink of losing control. Drawing from his own experiences, he knew that a calm and composed approach was needed.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Shinji intervened, his voice gentle yet firm. "Take a deep breath, just like we do in music class. Slowly, in and out."

He demonstrated the slow rhythm of a deep breath, hoping to guide Mayumi towards a moment of calm amidst her turmoil. Encouraging her to emulate the same pattern, he waited patiently, offering a reassuring presence in the midst of her chaotic thoughts.

In the stillness that followed, the rapid rise and fall of Mayumi's chest began to steady. Her panicked breathing gradually gave way to a more controlled rhythm, and a glimmer of composure returned to her eyes. It was a small triumph amidst the chaos, a testament to the power of finding solace in familiar practices.

As Mayumi's breathing regulated, Shinji spoke in a soothing tone. "There you go, Mayumi. Take your time."

Mayumi slowly settled down, gathering her composure.

"This place is a little weird for a music class, don't ya think." He jested trying to lighten the mood.

Mayumi slowly nodded, as she reached for a cup of water from the dispenser.

"Can you tell me what happened? What's troubling you?" He asked

With the initial storm of anxiety subsiding, Mayumi took a deep breath, her voice shaky but more coherent than before. "They told us today that... they're going to test us... to see if we have what it takes to be pilots."

Surprise washed over Shinji's face, his eyes widening in realization. "You're a pilot?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment. He had been unaware of Mayumi's connection to Neo-Nerv all this time.

Mayumi nodded, confirming Shinji's surprise. "Yes, I am," she responded softly, her gaze fixed on the floor. The weight of her mother's expectations, along with her own apprehensions, made her uncertain about her desires and fears.

The gravity of the situation settled upon them both, intertwining their experiences in unexpected ways. Shinji's own memories of piloting Eva and the burdens he had carried resonated within him, allowing him to empathize with Mayumi's uncertainty.

"And so, that makes you afraid?" Shinji questioned gently, his voice laced with empathy. "You don't want to do it?"

Mayumi's response carried an air of uncertainty, her voice tinged with conflicting emotions. "My mother... she's very adamant about it," she admitted, the weight of parental expectations weighing heavily upon her.

Shinji nodded, understanding the complexities of familial pressures all too well. "Like the music lessons," he remarked.

Mayumi's nod affirmed the shared understanding, reinforcing the connection between them

"Sometimes, it feels like we're trapped, doesn't it?" Shinji murmured softly, his voice carrying the weight of shared understanding. "Trapped in the expectations of others, unable to truly be ourselves."

Mayumi's eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability. "I'm scared of disappointing my mother, but at the same time, I'm terrified of what piloting might entail."

Shinji nodded, empathy etched in his expression. "I can relate. The Eva, the battles...they can consume you. It's not an easy path to walk... and It's difficult when the people we care about have strong opinions," he mused, his voice gentle yet resolute. "But ultimately, it's your choice. You have the power to choose. If you don't want to do...then don't do it. You have the right to pursue your own happiness."

Mayumi absorbed Shinji's words, a glimmer of hope igniting within her, but a profound sadness lingered in her eyes. "I have to, Mister Ikari," she said, her voice filled with a sense of resignation. "If I don't, then... then..."

Shinji leaned in, his expression filled with concern, eager to hear the truth she was about to reveal. However, their conversation was abruptly interrupted as the door swung open, and Aoi entered the room. Her arrival shattered the fragile moment, redirecting their attention to the imminent obligations that awaited them.

"There you are, Mayumi," Aoi said briskly, her tone indicating the urgency of the situation. "We need to go. There are only a few minutes until we need to be in the briefing room."

As Aoi approached, her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing Shinji Ikari standing there, a stranger within their facility. The unexpected encounter left her with questions lingering on her tongue. "Shinji Ikari?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Shinji, composed yet somewhat guarded, responded, "Yes, have we met?"

"No, but... how did you get in?" Aoi's perplexed expression mirrored her puzzlement at his presence within their secure facility.

"I was given clearance," Shinji replied, his tone steady. "Two people I know asked me to come. They work in one of your departments."

Aoi's instincts urged her to delve deeper into the matter, but the pressing timeframe left her with no choice but to postpone her investigation for the moment. "Come on, Mayumi. Let's go," she commanded, her tone firm.

However, Mayumi stood rooted to the spot, her uncertainty palpable. Aoi's command failed to elicit the desired response, causing the young girl to recoil further into her own thoughts.

Shinji, understanding the inner turmoil Mayumi was experiencing, stepped forward. "It's okay," he reassured her gently, his voice infused with a comforting warmth. "You're going to be okay... just remember what I told you."

Mayumi nodded, a mix of gratitude and trepidation swirling within her. With hesitant steps, she began to trail behind Aoi, her trust in Shinji's words providing a faint glimmer of courage amid the uncertainty that awaited her.

"Thank you... I guess," Aoi said, her voice holding a hint of curiosity and appreciation. With Mayumi in tow, she left the room, the weight of their imminent test hanging heavy in the air.

Asuka and Mari burst through the doors just as Aoi and Mayumi began to fade in their own direction. Their arrival injected a sense of urgency into the atmosphere.

"Come on," Asuka called out, her voice filled with determination. "Let's go."

Shinji followed the two of them, his curiosity mounting with each passing moment. They made their way to a waiting vehicle where Kaworu awaited them, standing by the open door.

"Glad to see you're with us," Kaworu greeted Shinji with a warm smile, gesturing for him to enter the car. Shinji hesitated for a moment, his mind still grappling with the mysteries surrounding their current situation.

"What's going on here?" he finally asked, his voice tinged with both anticipation and a desire to delay the inevitable.

Kaworu's response was brief yet cryptic. "You'll find out soon enough," he simply replied, leaving Shinji with more questions than answers.

With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, Shinji joined the others in the car, and they embarked on a journey to a vast facility combining a hangar, airfield, and launchpad. As they arrived, their eyes fell upon the imposing Trident Land cruiser, undergoing maintenance and repairs.

Stepping out of the vehicle, they were greeted by a group of individuals who stood waiting for them. Hitomi Kaga, Hajime Suruga, Koji Katori, Mitsuru Wakatake, and Kyoya Kenzaki were among them.

"Shinji Ikari, meet the various members," Kaworu introduced, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie. Shinji offered a polite greeting, exchanging handshakes with each of them.

"Not so impressive up close," Hajime remarked, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism.

Shinji, undeterred, responded with a touch of nonchalance. "I'm not trying to be," he retorted, eliciting a smirk from Hajime. Asuka leaned in and whispered to Shinji, "Don't let him get to you, he's an asshole."

The group stood together, a mixture of anticipation and determination in the air. Kaworu's voice broke the silence, revealing a minor hiccup in their plans. "Satsuki is running late," he informed them, acknowledging the delay.

As they awaited Satsuki's arrival, the sense of anticipation grew, mingling with the unspoken tension that surrounded them.

Eventually, a private jet descended onto the tarmac, drawing everyone's attention. Satsuki, Aoi, and Kaede emerged from their own vehicle, accompanied by Mana, Mayumi, Musashi, and Keita.

"Sorry we were late, Commander," Satsuki apologized, followed closely by her crew. "We just had a few minor things we had to take care of."

"No problem." Kaworu said, waving off their apology with a casual demeanour, prompting Hajime to shake his head. "You must be fun at parties," he remarked, a wry smile playing on his lips.

Before Hajime conceive a retort, the roaring sound of the landing jet caught their attention. It steadily made its way down the runway, guided skilfully by the pilot toward the waiting hangar.

As the jet's door lowered, all eyes turned towards the grand entrance. With an air of elegance and showmanship, a blonde-haired girl descended the staircase. She wore a striking red jacket over a black dress, and a choker with a silver cross hung from her neck. This was Marie Vincennes, exuding an aura of confidence and superiority.

Mari observed Marie's arrival with a mild shrug, commenting under her breath, "Dear god, another princess." Asuka, catching Mari's gaze, responded to the veiled comment by clicking her tongue in mild annoyance.

Marie stepped forward, facing Kaworu head-on, who met her with his gentle smile.

"The stage is yours," Kaworu said to her, his voice filled with a calm assurance.

Marie scoffed haughtily, radiating an air of superiority. "I'm Marie...Marie Vincennes," she announced boldly. "And you won't be needing anyone else. So you can send those four away already. I'm the only real pilot here."

Asuka couldn't help but cringe at Marie's arrogant display. Mari, always quick with her teasing, added fuel to the fire. "It's like looking at a mirror," she commented, eliciting a mild amusement from Shinji. However, his amusement was cut short as Asuka jabbed him lightly.

"Hey," Shinji protested, rubbing his side. "What was that for?"

"Hmph," Asuka huffed in response, her irritation apparent.

Meanwhile, Marie's entourage swiftly took care of her luggage, and she joined the line-up with her fellow pilots.

"Now that we're all here," Kaworu began, commanding their attention. "We are the most powerful military force in the history of mankind. A branch of the United Nations military, and an organization spearheaded by multiple leaders from around the world. We are NEO-NERV, and as of today, you are all pilots under our command."

The pilots responded in unison, their voices echoing in agreement, "Yes, sir!"

"As of today, you will answer to Colonel Asuka Langley Soryu and Admiral Satsuki Ooi, and under them, Shinji Ikari." Kaworu continued, emphasizing their chain of command.

Shinji's surprise was drowned out by the loud response from the pilots, their enthusiastic affirmation filling the air.

"Yes, sir!" they repeated, their voices unified.

Kaworu then shifted his focus, his tone becoming more relaxed. "You will all be assigned your designated Units and living quarters," he informed them. "But enough of the formalities...for now, enjoy yourselves, because the coming weeks are going to be very unpleasant."

The pilots responded with less enthusiasm, their acknowledgment tinged with a sense of trepidation.

"Now then," Kaworu's gentle smile returned. "The staff will show those of you who are not familiar around. That will be all."

"Roger!" the pilots acknowledged, their voices filled with determination.

With that, the group began to disperse, accompanied by the staff members who would guide them through the facility.

"Mana, Mayumi, Marie, Musashi, Keita." Asuka commanded, "When you're done with your tour, you're to join me and Satsuki in the training centre."

"Yes, ma'am," they all replied in unison, acknowledging Asuka's instructions.

Mana, filled with excitement, hurriedly made her way towards Shinji, eager to continue their conversation. However, before she could reach him, Satsuki's voice cut through the air.

"Mana, with me," Satsuki called out firmly, interrupting Mana's approach. The other pilots were already being escorted away by the staff, leaving Mana torn between her desire to stay and her duty to obey Satsuki's command.

"But-" Mana began to protest, her disappointment palpable.

"Do as I say, please," Satsuki pleaded, her tone softening with a hint of understanding.

Reluctantly, Mana pouted and reluctantly complied. "Fine," she mumbled, her disappointment evident. "I'll come find you again, Shinji."

Asuka, catching wind of their exchange, couldn't resist stepping in. "That's Major Ikari," she corrected, her voice carrying an authoritative tone.

Mana huffed in response, clearly displeased by Asuka's correction. As Asuka walked away, she couldn't help but wonder about the underlying reasons for Mana's behavior, struggling to comprehend the sudden shift in the girl's attitude.

In the midst of the commotion.

"Shinji." Asuka called out, her tone commanding. "You're with me."

"No!" Shinji exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of desperation and frustration. Asuka's attempts to break through to him were met with full on resistance.

"Listen to me," Asuka pleaded, trying to find a way to reach him.

"You made me a promise." Shinji reminded her, after which her expression softened, a flicker of pain crossing her face as she remembered the promise she had made.

"I know what I said." Asuka replied, stalling to find an excuse.

He trailed off, leaving Asuka to struggle in trying to find the right words to convey her own inner turmoil.

"You have to tell Kaworu the truth," he finally urged, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I can't do this. I want nothing to do with any of this anymore."

Asuka's eyes widened, her heart sinking as she realized the depth of Shinji's resistance. She desperately searched for a way to change his mind, to make him see the importance of their mission.

"I can show you," Asuka pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "I can help you...We can do this, together."

Shinji shook his head, a sense of resignation evident in his voice. "That's not the problem here, Asuka."

Confusion and frustration filled Asuka's expression. "Then what is it? Is it the money? The job pays well, and we need you so..."

Shinji interrupted her, his voice steady but filled with an underlying pain. "It's not about the money, Asuka, It's about the past. I left all of this behind. It was supposed to be behind me, and now..." He paused, his voice trailing off. "Now it's coming back to haunt me," he finished, his voice barely above a whisper.

Asuka's gaze softened, a mix of empathy and concern replacing her frustration. "What? What are you...?" She began to question before her voice trailed off, realization dawning on her face. "What are you talking about?"

"Just... I can't do this, okay?" Shinji said, his voice filled with resignation. "You'll have to tell Kaworu that..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. "Shinji?" the voice called out.

Startled, Shinji turned to face the source of the voice. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Rei standing there before him.

"Rei." he whispered, surprise washing over him. "Is that you?"

END.

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"Rei?" Shinji said, a mix of emotions stirring within him.

Rei responded with an inquisitive tone, her voice seeking confirmation. "Shinji Ikari?" she questioned. With a hopeful smile, Shinji approached her, longing for the warmth of their embrace. However, Rei's next words halted him in his tracks.

"You're the new major, aren't you?" she asked, cutting through his anticipation. Confusion washed over Shinji, his smile fading as he struggled to comprehend the situation.

"Wha-...what?" Shinji stammered, searching for words that eluded him.

Rei interrupted his train of thought, her voice laced with curiosity. "Major Shinji Ikari, correct?" Her question lingered in the air, intensifying Shinji's confusion.

"Rei...you, you don't..." he began, but couldn't find the right words to express his thoughts. He stood in silence, captivated by the enigma standing before him.

Breaking the awkward silence, Rei spoke up, dispelling the tension. "I don't see it," she confessed, her voice filled with uncertainty. Shinji sought clarification, asking, "See what?"

She revealed the source of the confusion, explaining, "Kaworu likes to joke around, says that we look alike, calls me your half-sister or something like that." A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "But... I don't see it," she admitted. Leaning closer, she examined him briefly. "Well, maybe a little," she teased with a wink. "And you're with Soryu too, I notice."

A small, polite wave accompanied Asuka's greeting. "Been a while, Ayanami," she acknowledged, adding to the complexities of the moment.

It was at that precise moment that Shinji's realization dawned upon him, unfolding slowly but surely. The person standing before him bore a resemblance to Rei, yet she was fundamentally different from the quiet girl he had known. This Rei exuded a free-spirited nature, radiating cheerfulness and expressiveness in stark contrast to her former self.

"Just like Asuka..." Shinji inadvertently muttered aloud, his words slipping out. Confusion registered on Rei's face as she sought to grasp his meaning.

"Huh?" Rei questioned, her curiosity piqued.

Shinji quickly recovered, attempting to mask his slip of words with a fake cough. Despite his efforts, Asuka keenly perceived the wavering in his voice, sensing his inner turmoil.

Rei's suspicion became evident as she inquired about his knowledge of her name. Shinji struggled to find an excuse, his mind racing for an explanation.

"I..." he faltered, desperately trying to come up with a response.

Asuka stepped in to rescue him, swiftly covering for his momentary lapse. "I told him," she interjected, her voice confident. "We work together," she emphasized, reminding him of his duty.

"Rei's raised eyebrow and shifting gaze indicated her curiosity as she processed the revelation. Shinji and Asuka stood before her, the weight of their new alliance hanging in the air.

"Yes, we're a team now," Asuka confirmed, her voice steady despite the inner turmoil she concealed. "It's only fair that he should know about you."

Rei's pout showed a hint of reluctance before she finally relented. "Welcome to Neo-Nerv, Major Ikari. Let's hope you're as skilled as everyone makes you out to be."

The intercom interrupted their conversation, announcing Rei's summons to the briefing room. She acknowledged the call and began to walk away, offering a polite wave to Shinji. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Shinji. Oh, and I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow!" Her words drifted back to him from a distance.

Shinji and Asuka now found themselves alone, standing outside the hangar near the airfield. The fading sun painted the sky with hues of orange and purple, casting a soft glow across the tarmac. Asuka felt a sense of unease, unsure of how to approach Shinji, while he stared up into the darkening sky, lost in his own thoughts.

"Now would've been a nice time for rain, don't you think?" he jested, relying on comedy for relief.

"I…I don't know," Asuka replied, her uncertainty evident in her voice.

He looked back at her; there was a lot Asuka could've read from his expression, but most of all, he looked tired, like he'd done this before, and he didn't want to it anymore.

"Shinji..." Asuka began, her voice filled with urgency. "Listen to me, please."

He let out a sigh and averted his gaze, taking slow steps in the opposite direction. Undeterred, Asuka followed closely behind him.

"Shinji, I can't stress how much-"

"You need me," he interrupted her. "I know."

"Then stay, please…we can do this together, let me help you."

Shinji remained silent, continuing his solitary walk. Frustration and worry seeped into Asuka's voice as she called out to him. "Shinji! Say something, dammit!"

"Shinji" Asuka said, concern and mild frustration in her voice. "Say something, dammit!"

Still, there was no response. Asuka eventually halted, watching him recede into the distance. "You idiot," she muttered under her breath, unsure whether the words were directed at Shinji or herself.

Shinji wasn't sure how long he'd walked or how far he'd gotten, or where he had been going to begin with, but he eventually found himself in what seemed be a train station. He took a seat at the nearest bench he could find and just waited. In the late evening, the white lamps illuminated the open passages, and he could see nothing but the dark blue tiles and feathering whites left by the lights.

I guess a railway must be connected to this facility, he thought. Nerv…Neo-Nerv... He let out a deep sigh. "What am I doing?" he he murmured aloud "What am I going to do?"

"So, you're our new Major, huh?" Abruptly, a voice pierced the silence, catching Shinji off guard. He raised his gaze and found himself face to face with a boy of average height, sporting purple hair and a slight tan.

"I'm guessing you must be a pilot?" Shinji asked him.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Lee responded. The boy's presence evoked memories of Toji, a mix of tough exterior and underlying kindness.

"Shinji Ikari," Lee said, scoffing at the very sound of his it. "I've heard that name more times than I'd like to today." He approached him slowly, walking to the bench. "You know, Mana couldn't stop talking about you. Shinji this, Ikari that...it was kinda annoying. " As he drew nearer his footsteps became louder. "But you know what got me the most was what she said last…" He finally reached Shinji, and his final step echoed across the station passage. "She said, 'With Shinji Ikari here, things might change for the better…I can feel it, he might actually save us…he's like our hero'."

Shinji remained silent.

"So are you gonna save us hero?…You here to help us, or are we just lab rats to you, Major Ikari?" Lee posed rather rudely.

Shinji let out a deep breath before answering. "My whole life, I've fought for others. I've put my own life on the line for them, even when I didn't want to…it was when I learned to settle matters for myself, to fight for my own happiness that I… that I became truly happy."

"Even at the cost of the happiness of others?" Lee spat out, annoyed.

"No, but…," Shinji replied. "I can't compromise my own happiness, my own joy and livelihood, just to please others, otherwise I'm never truly living. At least this way…at least this way, I can accept whatever comes my way, no matter the consequences."

"Tch, you really piss me off, old man." Musashi was beyond annoyed now, his fists clenched tightly, like he was ready for a fight. Shinji noticed this and shook his head.

"I'm not about to fight a kid," Shinji answered back calmly. "And I don't expect you to understand where I'm coming from… but I do expect you to reason it out for yourself. I have my truth and you have yours, that's all there is to it."

"Yeah," Lee said while turning back. "I'm not gonna agree with you, but I guess I'll have to tell Mana she was wrong." He began to walk away. "Y'know, I actually thought I could get you to stay, at least for Mana's sake, but now…" Lee stopped and turned to face him one last time. "I hope we never meet again, Shinji Ikari." Those were his final words as the wind blew across the station.

"I'm sor-" Shinji started to say, only to stop mid-way. Musashi's footsteps began to fade, and the silence hit him. "What will you do now, Shinji Ikari?" Those words echoed in his head, and for reasons unknown to him, sounded as if they came from Kaworu. This is for the best, he told himself. I'm doing what's right.

Shinji rose from the bench and resumed his solitary journey, navigating through the bustling crowd of workers and civilians with a detached air. The vibrant neon lights and the hum of machinery faded into the background as his mind plunged into its own depths. Amidst the cacophony of sights and sounds, he retreated into a world of contemplation, his inner voice repeating like a mantra.

I'm doing the right thing, this is for the best, I'm doing the right thing, this is for the best...

Passing by without registering the ordinary scenes around him, Shinji pressed forward until he reached the exit. Stepping outside, he found himself in the familiar parking lot where his paths had intersected with others. It was here that he had first encountered Mana, where Asuka had once driven him home, where Kaworu had provided guidance, and where Mari had taken him under her wing. Standing still, he turned his gaze back towards the facility that held so many memories.

A surge of thoughts rushed through his mind, intermingling with the gust of wind that swept through the surroundings.

Asuka is going to tell Kaworu... Asuka is... Kaworu and Mari...

The weight of these interconnected relationships weighed heavily on him, their implications echoing through his being.

With a resolute determination, Shinji recommenced his journey. The wind, now silent, accompanied his steps as he ventured into the unknown, propelled by his conviction and an uncertain yet unwavering belief in his chosen path.

Kaworu found solace on the rooftop, his gaze fixed upon the vast expanse of stars that adorned the night sky. The tranquillity of the moment was interrupted as Mari and Asuka joined him, their presence stirring curiosity within him.

"Hey," Mari began, her voice tinged with a hint of awkwardness. "We've got something to tell you."

Kaworu turned his attention towards them, his demeanour relaxed. "What is it?" he inquired, eager to understand the reason for their peculiar behaviour.

Mari hesitated, emitting an uneasy laugh. Asuka, sensing her struggle, took it upon herself to convey the message. Her annoyance was palpable as she gathered her thoughts.

"You see, he kinda..." Asuka trailed off, finding it difficult to articulate the words that weighed upon her.

Confusion crept into Kaworu's expression. "He what?" he probed, seeking clarification.

"He..." Asuka's voice faltered, her frustration apparent.

Kaworu, sensing the unease, interjected with genuine concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, noting their unusual behaviour.

"Shinji-"

Before Asuka could utter the truth, a sudden interruption startled them. Shinji appeared, holding a canned coffee in his hand, oblivious to the tension that hung in the air.

"Hey Kaworu, I couldn't figure out which drink to get you, so Is canned coffee..." Shinji's words trailed off as he noticed the shocked expressions on Mari and Asuka's faces.

"What?" Shinji asked, perplexed by the tension in the air.

"You... you-" Asuka struggled to find the right words, her frustration and disbelief colliding within her.

"I'll take whatever you intended for yourself," Kaworu graciously accepted the beverage, maintaining his composure. "You can have the canned coffee."

Mari, intrigued by the unfolding dynamics, couldn't help but express her amusement. "This is a surprise," she remarked, observing the group dynamics.

"I just had to take a walk to clear my head," he said, passing them by in order to give Kaworu his drink

"Understood." Kaworu acknowledged, accepting his beverage. "You see Shinji here wanted to know how soon he can begin working... He's very eager."

"Tomorrow," Mari swiftly replied, her gaze darting between Shinji and Kaworu, conveying a hidden understanding.

"Well, there you have it," Kaworu declared, raising his glass in a toast.

Asuka, fuelled by a mix of frustration and affection, approached Shinji slowly, her words laced with both fury and vulnerability.

"Ich schwöre, du wirst den nächsten Tag deines Lebens nicht erleben, du Narr!"

Shinji, aware of the repercussions, braced himself for what was to come.

"Now you've done it," Mari warned, her head shaking slightly as she observed the unfolding drama.

Asuka's fury erupted, the outburst triggering laughter from Kaworu and Mari, while Shinji could only feel the sting of his actions.

"I kind of deserved that," Shinji groaned, mustering the strength to rise from the floor.

"You're damn right, you did," Asuka replied, her frustration tinged with a hint of affection, her voice mirroring the complex nature of their partnership.

Later...

Kaworu skillfully maneuvered the vehicle as he drove alongside Mari, their destination a secluded section deep beneath the facility's surface. In the midst of their journey, Mari broke the silence with a question that piqued Kaworu's interest.

"Hey," she began, her voice laced with curiosity. "Did you know?"

Kaworu maintained his composure, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. The only response he offered was a subtle turn of his face, adorned with his signature gentle smile.

"How could I possibly?" he replied, his tone serene. "But if I had to venture a guess... I'd attribute it to Soryu."

Curiosity tugging at her, Mari pressed further. "Why's that?"

"Call it a hunch," Kaworu mused, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. As their descent took them deeper into the underground labyrinth, the dimly lit tunnel eventually gave way to a spacious opening, revealing a breath-taking sight in the distance.

"Would you look at that," Mari exclaimed, her voice tinged with a mixture of wonder and awe.

"It has begun," Kaworu stated, his own voice filled with a sense of reverence, as they both stood captivated by the sight unfolding before them. The colossal machines loomed in the distance, a testament to the magnitude of the event taking place.

Morning...

It was an easy afternoon, with the sun shining through the trees and the buzzing of cicadas being heard from all around. Mana sat in her homeroom, watching as her mother polished her father's cello. At the time, she'd felt like this short moment of bliss could be lived out for an eternity, but it wasn't until a strange sound echoed across the village that everything changed. Mana's mother put the cello down and ran towards the door...only to never come back. Mana stayed inside for a while, silently playing with her toys. The silence continued for a while and nothing could be heard. Confused, she decided to stand up and call out towards her parents.

"Mom! Dad!" she said walking to the door. "Mommy! Daddy!" She opened the door and…

With a deep exhale Mana woke up in her room, breathing heavily with her vision blurred. She bent over to the side and looked at the time, which was 3:00 in the morning. Her body trembled as she tried to move her hands, and then she felt the sweat-only, the liquids perspiring through her hands had a strange, orange hue. What the hell is going on? Mana wondered.

A few moments earlier...

Shinji continued onwards and saw that his car was in the parking lot. He approached it and saw a letter taped on the door. On opening it, he saw that it was from Asuka.

Hey, had this sent to the best to mechanic I know. Feels like they weren't doing you right when you were sent it, so by the time you read this she should be good as new. Also, welcome to the team. Can't wait to work with you.

Asuka.

"Man," Shinji said, holding back his tears, "I really am an idiot."

END.

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Shinji stood amidst the grandeur of the theater halls, surrounded by an ambience that evoked both nostalgia and a bittersweet farewell. As he carefully packed up his instruments, each movement carried a sense of reverence, as if bidding adieu to a cherished chapter of his life. The stage, adorned with vibrant lights, cast a warm glow that danced upon the velvet seats, inviting both anticipation and reflection.

His gaze swept across the vast expanse of the theater, taking in every intricate detail. The ornate chandeliers suspended from the high ceiling added a touch of elegance, their crystalline facets refracting the light into a mesmerizing display. The air was infused with the faint scent of polished wood, and the sound of his footsteps reverberated through the empty hall, a reminder of the countless rehearsals and performances that had filled this space with life.

Just as he was about to turn away, lost in the contemplation of his departure, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. It was the conductor, his mentor, whose presence exuded wisdom and warmth. A gentle smile graced his face as he approached Shinji, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding of the young Shinji Ikari's emotions.

"Leaving so soon," the conductor said, his voice carrying a mix of fondness and a hint of melancholy. "We're gonna miss you y'know...your students too."

Shinji paused, the weight of those words sinking in. The farewell became more tangible, the realization that he was leaving behind a place that had nurtured his passion and shaped his artistic journey. "I'll come back." He said, "Just have to... settle my score with an old-world demon."

The conductor nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and understanding. "If you say so, my dear protégé." he said, his voice filled with a blend of encouragement and a touch of sadness. "Just be careful in fighting that 'demon'...that you don't loose yourself in the process." He tapped Shinji on the shoulder, saying his last goodbyes.

Shinji walked to the doors and with one final glance at the theater, closed his case and left the building.

Later...

Shinji stared at the mirror, feeling a sense of unease as he examined his own face. The reflection only a few distinct features away from his father's.

With a deep breath, he reached out and took the jacket that Asuka had handed him. As his fingers made contact with the fabric, he felt its texture against his skin. The material was smooth and finely woven, gliding effortlessly over the surface of his fingertips.

As he slipped the jacket on, he noticed its lightness, almost as if it were floating around him. The fabric, delicate yet durable, hugged his form gently, accentuating his figure. A second skin, a protective layer that shielded him from the harsh realities of his new role.

A role he couldn't escape, The title of Major came with a heavy price—a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon him, the lives he was responsible for, and the challenges he would face. The lightness of the clothes contrasted sharply with the gravity of his role, serving as a reminder that appearances could be deceiving.

Gazing at his reflection one last time, Shinji straightened his posture and composed himself. The jacket, though lightweight, now felt imbued with a sense of purpose and determination.

Now with resolve in his eyes, Shinji stepped away from the mirror, and joined Asuka and Mari, along with Kaworu. Who's gentle smile provided a small presence of comfort amidst the anticipation.

"Nice new look," Mari complimented, her words breaking the tension.

"Thanks." Shinji replied, a hint of gratitude in his voice.

Kaworu's question cut through the air, seeking reassurance. "You ready?"

Shinji took a deep breath, his response filled with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "Ready as I could ever be."

Asuka, walking closely by his side, bumped his shoulder playfully. Her voice carried a hint of seriousness. "Don't embarrass me in there."

A faint smile tugged at Shinji's lips as he responded, "I'll try my best not to."

The door swung open, and there stood the 5 children. Mana, Keita, Musashi, Marie and Mayumi. Awaiting them along with Satsuki, Aoi and Kaede.

And observing from above a group of silhouetted figures, watching intently.

Who were they? Shinji wondered, What do they want

Asuka, radiating confidence and determination, took charge of the moment. She called out the names of the pilots who stood before her, their faces partially hidden in the dimly lit chamber. "Lee, Keita, Mana, Marie, Mayumi" – their names echoed through the space.

"You have been tested and deemed worthy to bear the title...pilot," Asuka declared with unwavering authority. The weight of her words hung in the air, enveloping the room in a solemn atmosphere. The newly named pilots listened attentively, ready to embark on their mission.

With a voice that brooked no disobedience, Asuka set the tone for what lay ahead.

"Your training begins today." She said, "You will feel pain, you will hurt, you might even beg for death..."

"Love me or hate me, I do not care," Asuka declared, her voice filled with a steely resolve. "But I will make sure you can defend us and that you are worthy to be pilots under my command... Understood!"

A chorus of uncertain voices responded, "Yes ma'am!" ,their obedience tinged with a hint of doubt. They were ready to follow Asuka's lead, but the path ahead seemed daunting and treacherous.

"Now then," Asuka stated, her voice shifting into a more decisive tone. "Let's begin."

Harmonics

Mana

Submerged in the liquid there was this strange feeling, if one were to compare it to something, It would be akin to swimming underwater...In a dream.

What is it, she wondered, this substance?

At the deepest part of her soul there was a tiny, lingering sensation. Something's...something's reaching out. she thought

Marie

Harmony, balance and tranquillity.

A sense of calm, she could breathe easily within the liquid, and her soul was at ease. It was a warm feeling, similar to home.

Home she thought my home.

Musashi Lee

Chaos, struggle and contention.

It was a battle with the machine and his soul, a constant struggle, he just couldn't rid himself off.

Why He wondered come on you stupid machine. Work with me.

The liquids bubbled, and the numbers kept plummeting, but Musashi's battle was far from over.

Mayumi & Keita

Equilibrium.

There wasn't a connection per say, but the opposite could be argued as well. The numbers were steady, only a single thing keeping them back.

For Mayumi it was doubt and for Keita fear…both fuelled by Anxiety, this led to an awkward state of balance.

Battle simulations...

In a high-tech chamber, the five children found themselves positioned within individual mock entry plug systems, each one distinct and brimming with a heightened sense of dynamism. These remarkable contraptions boasted a captivating display of neon tubes and intricate webs of wires, meticulously designed to withstand the surrounding liquid that enveloped them. Every component had been carefully crafted and fortified, ensuring resilience against the damage about to come.

To augment their readiness for the imminent test, the children donned enigmatic visors, their design a fusion of curiosity and intrigue.

"Soon enough, you will find yourselves immersed in a simulated rendition of Tokyo-03," Asuka's voice reverberated through the comms. "Within this mock entry plug system, you will pilot your respective Mecha. Remember, the battle may be an illusion, but the pain you experience is real, you will bleed and your psycho-ego border will be put to the test."

Satsuki leaned closer to Kaede, her voice filled with concern. "Is this safe?"

Kaede's response carried an honest worry. "No, it isn't. ..But it's all we got."

"The test will commence in the next 10 minutes." Asuka commanded ".Confirm your readiness."

"Yes, Ma'am!" The voices of the children echoed in unison, a mix of determination and uncertainty intertwining in their words.

Asuka turned to Shinji, seeking his input. "Any thoughts, Major?"

Shinji's gaze reflected a desire for compassion. "Take it easy on them."

Asuka repeated his words, a hint of disbelief in her voice. "Easy...right," she muttered.

The atmosphere bristled with anticipation as time ticked away. The virtual world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the moment to unleash its trials upon the children.

And then, with a resounding command, the test began.

"BEGIN NOW." the voice boomed, engulfing the virtual space with an air of determination and challenge.

The air crackled with tension as the team of five children, found themselves thrust into a simulated battlefield. The once vacant expanse of machinery transformed into a sprawling urban landscape, an empty cityscape stretching out as far as the eye could see. Above the area, the words Tokyo-03 loomed in the sky, emblazoned with an ethereal glow.

"A simulated city." Mana said, her voice tinged with unease. "it's almost like a distorted version of Tokyo."

"In any case, we need be careful." Marie added, her tone filled with determination. "We should take formation."

"I'll take the centre point," Musashi declared confidently.

"You can barely hold your own within the simulation." Marie countered, taking note of his glitched state. "it would be better if I take centre point."

"I got this princess." Musashi retorted, causing Marie to sneer in response. "Sure you do."

"You wanna go, cause I don't mind taking on a girl." Musashi interrupted, his voice laced with misplaced bravado.

"Remind me who our enemy is again."

"Shut up both of you." Mana interjected. "The enemy is coming."

Descending from the sky emerged a colossal creature, towering over their Mecha Units. Its body had a fleshy, arthropod-like appearance, adorned with a dark green cowl composed of undulating ribbons that moved with an eerie grace. The cowl was folded up, giving the Angel an unsettling resemblance to a mummified entity.

Mayumi clenched her fists, anxiety coursing through her veins as she tried to steady her racing heart. Keita's hands trembled with fear, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and terror. Mana's brows furrowed in determination, a flicker of hope still burning in her eyes. Marie, her calm demeanour slightly shaken, took a deep breath to steady herself. And Musashi, his face set in a determined scowl, gripped the controls tightly, ready to face the daunting challenge before them.

Meanwhile - outside the simulation Asuka's eyes remained fixed on the intense battle about to unfolding, whilst Shinji experienced fleeting glimpses of recognition, a sense of familiarity tugging at his consciousness. Glancing at Asuka's monitor, he noticed the daunting number displayed.

"Level 10?" Shinji inquired, a hint of concern lacing his voice.

"I want to test their limits," Asuka responded, her determination evident. "I want to see just how far each of them is willing to go."

"Asuka is this enemy might actually kill them." Shinji said.

"In the face of death, one learns the greatest lessons," Asuka mused, her words carrying a sombre wisdom.

Asuka's commanding voice resonated through the simulation, carrying an air of urgency and authority. "Stay focused. You will be assigned Mech units tailored to your unique harmonic readings during the compatibility tests."

Mana confidently settled into her Trident Land Cruiser, while Musashi prepared his own Trident unit alongside her.

"So there's another one." She remarked, now shifting her gaze to her fellow pilots:

Mayumi and Keita found themselves in an enigmatic humanoid-looking mecha. Its helmet featured twin antennas on each side, devoid of any visible eye-holes or sensors. The closed mouthpiece displayed a menacing arrangement of sharp teeth. The overall colour scheme of the unit was a deep, dark purple adorned with orange and glowing blue accents throughout its body.

"What is that?" Mana wondered, her curiosity piqued. "Whoever is inside that thing can you hear me?"

"Yes." Mayumi replied, her voice trembling.

"Yeah." Keita said, also trying to keep his composure.

How are there two of them inside on machine. Mana wondered. "Just checking." she replied

Marie stood tall within the J.A-KAI, A military Mecha powered by an N² Reactor that eliminated the risk of meltdown. However, it came with a drawback – the need for a constant water supply for cooling, indicated by the rear tank that provided the necessary coolant. Steam billowed from the exhaust pipes on its back. The JA-KAI was armed with a colossal hammer and a wrist-mounted ring capable of emitting powerful electrical discharges.

"These will be your mecha." Asuka declared firmly, emphasizing the imminent danger. "The enemy will show no mercy. Attack now."

With those words, the battle commenced. The team sprang into action, their virtual Mecha units moving with agility and purpose.

Bullets charged with simulated energy arced through the air as they unleashed a volley of attacks, their movements a testament to their training.

Yet, their efforts seemed futile against the overwhelming power of the mock-Zeruel.

The simulated angel moved with unearthly grace, evading their assaults effortlessly. Its appendages sliced through the air, striking the Mecha units with devastating force. Each impact reverberated through their bodies, transmitting a jolt of pain and desperation. Their attacks faltered, their defences crumbling under the angels relentless onslaught.

"Zeruel." Mari said, staring at the battle within the simulation. "You're not pulling any punches."

"I was never gonna." Asuka replied.

"There running around all loosely." Shinji said, shaking his head. "They're going to lose."

"It's their first battle." Kaede added, "cut them some slack."

"Surely you can understand right?" Satsuki posed the question to SHinji, almost interrogating him, "You're familiar with this no?"

"Sort of." Shinji replied, to Satsuki's discontent.

Desperation filled the air as the team fought valiantly, their determination unwavering.

But with each passing moment, the gap in power became more apparent. Mayumi's hands shook as she struggled to keep up, her doubts overpowering her resolve. Keita's fear overwhelmed his focus, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

Mana's hope waned, replaced by a sense of resignation. Marie's calm facade cracked under the weight of frustration. And Musashi's struggle with the machine mirrored his internal battle, a constant clash of wills.

Their simulated Mecha units now became their prison of loss.

In the face of their inevitable defeat, a heavy silence fell over the virtual battlefield. The team's once resolute determination now replaced by a sombre acceptance. The team's virtual Mecha units stood motionless, remnants of a valiant effort to protect their world. The simulated Zeruel loomed triumphantly, a reminder of their failure to overcome its formidable might.

"Simulation complete," the A.I.'s voice echoed through the virtual realm.

With a gentle hum, the city of Tokyo-03 faded away, and the children were gently returned to their mock entry plugs. the after effects of the battle evident in their groans of pain that left them as the LCL cooled them down.

Asuka let out a sigh as the children took a moment to catch their breath. "This is gonna be a long day." she muttered, acknowledging the harsh reality they faced.

"Reduce the enemy level." Kaede said.

"No can do." Asuka replied, "If they can't beat an enemy that bares no A.T Field, then we're definitely screwed. Not to mention this is the easiest version of the angel Zeruel within the simulation, as far as I'm concerned I am taking it easy."

The doors opened and Aoi stepped into the room along with her medical officer.

"I see your graphs and as their doctor and your fellow captain, I have to ask you to either stop the session or reduce the difficulty."

Asuka shifted her gaze from Aoi to Kaede, knowing that she called her friend - the good doctor - in.

"I just said—" Asuka began to respond, interrupted by Aoi's grim question that pierced the air, locking eyes with Asuka in an intense exchange.

"Do you want them to die?" Aoi's words hung with a heavy morbidity, forcing Asuka to confront the weight of her decision.

"No," Asuka replied firmly, her voice unwavering. "But I won't reduce the levels... I'm sorry."

"I'm taking this to Commander Nagisa." Aoi said, However, before she could depart, Shinji intervened, halting her in her tracks.

"Wait..." Shinji said, "I get that you're worried... but they'll be fine."

Aoi's weariness was evident as she addressed Shinji, demanding an answer. "So, are you going to reduce the levels?"

"No, but give me 15 minutes with them," Shinji declared, his voice filled with a quiet determination. Aoi's gaze shifted, seeking confirmation from Asuka, who met Shinji's eyes. Within the depths of her own gaze, a blend of curiosity and skepticism flickered.

"10 minutes," Asuka countered, a compromise offered in the midst of their tense exchange.

"Fine." Shinji conceded, accepting the challenge. He turned and left the room, making his way to confront the children.

The children had appeared composed on the surface, but the weight of the battle had left their spirits bruised and battered. Shinji entered the room and took a seat on the bench, his gaze filled with empathy and determination, ready to address the weary group.

"The angel you're facing is no joke, as you've all experienced." Shinji began, his voice steady. "Asuka is putting you to the test."

"Testing us?" Marie exclaimed in shock, her frustration evident. "That bitc-"

Shinji's stern gaze silenced any further outbursts.

"She's trying to kill us." Marie finished.

He sighed and continued, his words carrying a sense of urgency. "Listen to me...you all need to recognize the limits of your EVA's."

Mana leaned forward, seeking clarification. "EVA?"

"Yes, your Mechs, Mecha - whatever you want to call em." He said, As Shinji gazed upon the defeated group, their eyes downcast and spirits seemingly shattered, He understood the weight of their disappointment and the need to rally their spirits

"Mana, Musashi, the Trident excels in speed and prowess, but it's not built for close combat." He said, "Understand this, should you make a move charge in, so far you only have one shot - two if you both agree to follow one another."

"Okay." Mana acknowledged, a flicker of determination sparking in her eyes. "Hmph." Musashi scoffed, avoiding his gaze.

Turning his attention to Mayumi, Keita, and Marie, Shinji's voice grew more commanding. "Your units are artificial-human, you are most susceptible to the angel's attacks. But he also shares that same weakness."

"Five minutes remaining." The AI's voice interrupted, announcing the dwindling time.

"He has no A.T Field, so your target is the core." Shinji emphasized as he continued. "In your previous encounter, your attacks were randomized barely coordinated."

"We thought we could confuse the A.I." Marie said.

"Great thinking, but that was a poor execution." Shinji replied, "This time, try to flank him, surprise him. Confuse the AI, yes...but do it by utilizing your respective advantages."

The AI's countdown continued. "The second test sequence will begin in T-minus three minutes."

"Listen to me, all of you." Shinji's voice carried a stern authority that demanded their attention. "Your life's on the line, you should know this by know. The time for tests is over, when you get into a real battle you could die...this is the reality. I know you've got this, but you all need to find your own reason for getting inside those things because on some days, you won't the strength nor the will...and they won't hesitate to put in regardless of your mental state. so fight through it, don't fail...or else you could die."

With those words spoken, he left the room and ascended to the command deck above, ready to observe their renewed efforts from a strategic standpoint.

Marie's frustration manifested as an irritated click of her tongue, while Musashi's anger drove him to strike a locker with fierce determination. Mana, however, responded with a small laugh, her resolve unyielding. Turning to face her teammates, she spoke with a determined glint in her eyes. "Let's do this."

The simulation flickered to life, transporting them back to the desolate expanse of Tokyo-03. Mana took charge, her voice filled with determination.

"Musashi and I will hold the defensive position," Mana directed her fellow pilots. "We'll unleash a barrage of fire upon the angel, waiting for or making an opening to strike."

Marie couldn't resist her rebellious nature, questioning Mana's authority. "And who made you our leader?"

Mana's expression hardened, her focus solely on the approaching Zeruel. "Now is not the time for arguments. We need to focus on eliminating the core."

Marie scoffed in response, begrudgingly accepting the plan. The immense figure of Zeruel loomed before them, radiating its formidable presence. It was time for the desperate battle to commence once more.

The virtual battleground quivered with anticipation as the second confrontation with Zeruel unfolded. The children, fuelled by Shinji's words, were determined to seize victory. Mana and Musashi positioned themselves defensively, their weapons poised to strike. Mayumi and Keita, understanding the importance of surprise, hid to flank the relentless angel, their movements would be shrouded in calculated secrecy.

Zeruel, a behemoth of darkness and malevolence, unleashed its devastating onslaught. The air crackled with energy as its morphing arms stretched outward, striking with an uncanny ferocity. The virtual cityscape trembled under the weight of their collision.

With unwavering resolve, Mana and Musashi engaged in a fierce firefight, unleashing torrents of shells upon their formidable foe. Their determination was palpable, but fate dealt a cruel hand. Zeruel's morphing arms, twisting and contorting, managed to overpower them, leaving their Mechs in ruins.

Mana in one last final attempted, pushed the crumbling Trident forward in a charge assault, and Musashi followed in the same path. the angel zeruel took them out with it's arms but the resulting explosion pushed it back, destroying even more of the cityscape.

"Trident Lancer units have been eliminated." The A.I said.

"That was a suicide tatic." Asuka said, surprised.

"Not what I meant." Shinji muttered under his breath.

The battle was far from over. Mayumi and Keita, like shadows dancing in the darkness, capitalized on the chaos, exploiting Zeruel's momentary distraction. They executed their coordinated plan flawlessly, assaulting the angel from unexpected angles, momentarily stunning the malevolent entity.

In that fleeting instant, Marie, fueled by righteous fury, seized her moment of reckoning. With a mighty swing of her hammer, she brought it crashing down upon the angel's vulnerable core. The impact resonated through the simulation, a symphony of triumph and relief.

Zeruel convulsed, its form flickering with uncertainty. The virtual battlefield trembled as if questioning the validity of their victory. But there was no denying it—the angel had been subdued, its menace vanquished.

Silence fell over the simulated city of Tokyo-03. The children, their spirits tested and their bodies weary, breathed a collective sigh of relief. Though they had lost comrades in the valiant struggle, they had emerged victorious, proving their mettle against overwhelming odds.

The simulation concluded, dissolving the illusory realm and releasing them from their virtual bonds. The children, with a mixture of solemnity and pride, gathered their thoughts and emotions.

Mana and Musashi had the most rude awakening, jolting back into reality gasping for precious breath. Disoriented and disheveled, their hearts raced as they struggled to make sense of their surroundings.

"Did I just die?" Mana's voice trembled with disbelief as she released her grip on the controls.

Musashi, still catching his breath, looked around with a mixture of confusion and concern etched across his face. His mind raced, trying to reconcile the remnants of the battle that lingered in his consciousness.

"That was interesting." Asuka commented, breaking the silence that followed the simulation.

Satsuki and Kaede diligently drew their reports and Aoi, weary of the situation left the room.

"Not bad." Shinji said, over the comms.

"I hope you didn't tell them what to do." Asuka inquired, looking to him.

"I didn't." Shinji replied. "I only motivated them."

"Good." Asuka acknowledged, "Cause they need a lot more practice...they won't have second chances in real battle."

"That's not necessarily true." Shinji said, "We've had our bounce backs."

"What do you mean?" Asuka genuinely asked.

"Yes, tell us." Satsuki chimed in, curios.

"We're not gonna send all our units out at once..." He explained, "Realistically that is... there's always a silver lining."

"For now..." Satsuki countered, still apprehensive towards him. Asuka nodded asserting her authority

"Next time we'll have to see how they do with orders and commands." She said. "I'll take charge."

"Yeah," Shinji agreed, "but before that... I'm gonna need to speak to Kaworu."

Chapter Text

The children were hospitalized following the intense battle simulation. The strain of the virtual combat had taken its toll on their bodies and minds, requiring medical attention and rest. Satsuki and her team gathered in the briefing room, where a mix of exhaustion and relief hung in the air. They all sat around the command table, their expressions reflecting the weight of recent events

"So..." Asuka spoke up, breaking the silence that had settled in the room. "What's their status?"

"You should know, since you pushed them to the brink of death." Aoi commented with a hint of disapproval.

Asuka took Aoi's remark in stride, understanding the concern behind it. "I take it - that it's not good then?"

"Marie scored the best out of all of them." Satsuki said, projecting the results from a holographic projection upon the table. "Mana came in second, followed by Mayumi, then Keita, and finally Musashi."

"Alright." Asuka acknowledged. "That's not so surprising, although I thought Mana would supersede Marie..."

"I thought so too, but there's something wrong." Satsuki continued, switching the projection to recordings of the children during their harmonics tests.

"In simulations, they bond well with their respective mech units, but during harmonics..." Satsuki paused, revealing a graph of scattered results. "They all seem to be reacting to… something...I don't know what?"

"If I'm allowed some time with Commander Nagisa, I could find out." Shinji offered.

"I would have to come with you, I'm your leading head." Satsuki stated, her suspicion apparent.

"I don't mind." Shinji reassured her. "Whatever we learn, we'll bring back to the team."

Mari, who had been engrossed in her laptop, looked up, sensing the inquiry about to unfold into Shinji's past. "In any case, what matters now is getting them ready to pilot the actual Mecha. Which means, Asuka!" Mari's gaze shifted towards her. "Take it easy..."

"I will." Asuka replied sincerely. "I needed to see the measure of their character. I couldn't do that playing safe. Now I know, so...I can work with that."

"Understood." Satsuki said, turning her attention to Aoi and Kaede, who reluctantly nodded their agreement.

"There's only a few more months until we actually have to fight our first real enemy." Asuka said, "the sooner you tell them that-"

"I will." Satsuki interrupted, "But first, Ikari and I need to see Commander Nagisa."

A moment of quiet contemplation followed as the sound of typing ceased. The team looked to Satsuki for guidance, but she herself was uncertain.

"Meeting adjourned." Satsuki declared, deactivating the holographic display. With the meeting concluded, they dispersed, each one carrying their own burden of responsibility.

"Ikari, it's you and me at 3am." Satsuki said.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied.

Cafeteria...

Shinji retrieved his lunch from the food service assistant and settled down at a table that offered a nice panoramic view of the entire facility. With a brief moment of contemplation, he clasped his hands together, uttering a soft prayer of gratitude before delving into his meal. However, just as he was about to take his first bite...

"Hey." Mana's voice interrupted.

"Hey." he greeted back, as she took a seat right next to him. Shinji noticed a few bandages and band-aids adorning her compared to their last encounter, which wasn't too long ago.

"Yeah..." He acknowledged, his gaze shifting to the gauze. "Sorry about that."

"About what?" she inquired, her curiosity evident.

"Asuka." Shinji replied, a tinge of remorse in his voice. "She can be a little tough sometimes."

"Seriously?" Mana remarked, her tone betraying a mix of frustration and disbelief. "I can't believe I'm agreeing with Marie, I mean seriously was she trying to kill us?"

Shinji couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at her candid observation.

"It's not funny." Mana retorted, her annoyance palpable.

"Sorry, sorry." He quickly apologized, realizing his inappropriate reaction. "But trust me, it's all coming from a good place... It means that she cares."

"Well she has a funny way of showing it." Mana replied skeptically, swiftly changing the topic. "Anyway, enough about her. What about you, Mr. former pilot?"

Shinji sighed in response to her comment, a hint of weariness evident in his expression. "When are you going to let this go, kid?" he asked, hoping to put the matter to rest.

"Ah-ha, so it is true?" she exclaimed, a glimmer of triumph in her eyes.

"No." Shinji replied firmly, his tone resolute. "Not once did I deny nor confirm your accusation."

"The fact that you don't want to talk about it is a confirmation in itself." She asserted, determined to uncover the truth.

"Mana, please," Shinji pleaded, but she brushed off his request, persisting with her barrage of questions. "Where did you pilot? When was it? Were there others before me, before us? Even before you?"

"I'm not a pilot," Shinji stated calmly, focusing on his food.

"Hmmm... Liar," Mana accused, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not lying," he insisted.

"I know you are," she declared with certainty. "And you're going to tell me one day. I just know it."

"Anyway..." Shinji swiftly changed the subject once more, attempting to redirect the conversation. "Shouldn't you be with people your age? Like your fellow pilots?"

Mana hesitated, her mind filled with thoughts of her injured comrades. "Well, Keita and Musashi are still in intensive care, Mayumi got out but she seemed shaken up about the whole event... And Marie..." Her voice trailed off, leaving Shinji curious.

"What about Marie?" He inquired, his interest piqued.

"Let's just say she's not having the time of her life right now," Mana responded cryptically.

"That's funny," Shinji remarked. "I thought she liked being a pilot."

"Yeah, me too," Mana agreed, her confusion mirroring his own. She couldn't comprehend Marie's sudden change in attitude.

"Well, in any case, it's probably for the best if you get to know her." Shinji suggested. "She seems like a good person once you get beneath the surface."

"Too much time and effort," Mana retorted dismissively. "I know you, and we're basically acquaintances."

"Mana, I'm your commanding officer," Shinji reminded her, his tone carrying a hint of weariness.

"So?" she challenged, meeting his gaze defiantly.

"So?" Shinji repeated, a mix of surprise and confusion evident in his voice. "So you-"

"Hey," Kaworu interjected, materializing from behind them.

"Kaworu, hey," Shinji greeted, his train of thought abruptly derailed by the unexpected arrival. "Commander Nagisa," Mana acknowledged, her surprise palpable.

Taking the vacant seat across from them, Kaworu settled in comfortably. "I see you're already acquainted with Mana," he remarked. "She's one of our best."

"Thank you, Commander," Mana responded with a firm tone.

"It's okay." Kaworu reassured her. "No need for formalities. We're here to relax, take a break."

"Yes...sir." she replied, her demeanor relaxed and compliant.

"Great." Kaworu said "Although... shouldn't you be around people your age? Like your fellow pilots?"

"Shinji, just actually said the same thing." Mana said with an awkward laugh.

"I actually told her to she should get to know Marie more." Shinji said.

"That's a good idea actually." Kaworu said, "In fact, If you go back to your dormitories, I think Marie should be there. Why not spend some time with her? You'll find she's very eager to meet you."

Mana highly doubted, the sentiment evident on her face.

"Please." Kaworu added.

Mana's reluctance met Kaworu smile, it was brief battle of wills until Mana conceded.

"Fine..." she sighed, "I'll go see her."

"Thank you." He said, "Now what I really wanted to do, was discuss something confidential with Mr. Ikari over here. So if you don't mind..."

"Oh no, no problem sir." Mana said, "I'll see ya later Shinji."

"I've told you before, It's Major Ikari." Asuka corrected, she had just arrived and stood directly behind them. Mana rolled her eyes at Asuka's comment.

"See ya later, Mr. Ikari." she said sarcastically, passing by Asuka, not even blinking an eye.

Rude Asuka though as she watched her walk away. "What's with that girl." She said, "And you actually let her call you by your first name? "

"I tried to tell her to stop." Shinji said. "but she wouldn't listen."

"Well, try harder, Idiot." Asuka retorted, taking Mana's former seat.

"Perhaps their reaction has something to do with you pushing them to their limits," Kaworu remarked, casting a skeptical glance at Asuka, his expression questioning her actions.

Asuka let out an exasperated sigh, feeling tired of justifying herself. "How many times do I have keep singing the same song." she said, her frustration evident.

"I understand why you did what you did, but it's also important for them to trust you," Kaworu advised, his tone calm. "If they hold animosity towards you, it won't benefit anyone...especially you."

With a hint of sarcasm, Asuka quipped, "So what, you want me to organize a picnic for them?"

Surprisingly, Kaworu responded earnestly, "Actually, I think that's a great idea."

Asuka's face remained serious as she deadpanned, "I was being sarcastic."

Unwavering, Kaworu maintained his serious tone. "And I'm being serious. It could help to foster a better connection among them, and us"

Asuka's dread grew at the thought of having to cater to the needs of children. "Don't make me do this," she pleaded, already dreading the potential chaos.

"It's an order," Kaworu stated firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Amused by their little banter, Shinji watched their exchange with a smile. "So, Kaworu," he chimed in, breaking the tension. "What did you want to discuss?"

"Simple things, really," Kaworu replied, his tone shifting to a more serious one. "Work matters."

Curious, Shinji raised an eyebrow. "Like?"

Kaworu subtly gestured towards Asuka's sudden appearance. "Not here. I need you to come with me."

"Right now?" Shinji questioned, slightly surprised by the urgency.

"Yes, right now," Kaworu confirmed, his expression conveying the importance of the matter.

Realizing the need for privacy, Shinji turned to Asuka. "Guess I'll catch up with you later," he said, standing from his seat. Asuka, reading the situation, understood and didn't object.

"Just know that you're driving today," Asuka remarked playfully as she waved him goodbye. Mari joined Asuka, curious about the situation. They watched as Shinji and Kaworu walked away into the distance. Sensing something was up, Mari couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Asuka sighed, contemplating her predicament. "Nothing much," she replied. "What do you know about picnics?"

Confused, Mari pressed further. "Why do you suddenly want to know about picnics?"

Asuka looked at Mari, a hint of disbelief in her eyes. "You see..." she began, preparing to explain her unexpected task ahead.

Kaworu had guided Shinji through a hidden passage concealed within the facility. It looked to be a sort of tunnel for cargo to pass through.

"Only a few people know about this." Kaworu remarked, accessing a heavy steel door with a special pass. Shinji followed him into a long hallway illuminated by pulsating strobe lights. Eventually, they arrived at an entrance that revealed a platform overlooking a vast expanse of LCL, only a mere centimetres away from the metallic floor.

Curiosity piqued, and Shinji couldn't help but inquire, "What is this place?"

"You'll see," Kaworu replied cryptically. With the snap of his fingers the lights flickered on, revealing a colossal Evangelion Unit before them.

"This is Unit-Null." Kaworu stated solemnly, his gaze fixed upon the imposing sight.

Shinji stood in awe, his mind reeling. "In the simulation..."

"You saw it, yes," Kaworu confirmed.

"But the Adams..." He replied, knowing that they were gone.

"This one is not a child of Adam, or at least I believe so." Kaworu explained. "Nor is it a product of Lilith fused with Adam's embryos. No...this is something else entirely."

Confusion and curiosity mingled within Shinji. "Why are you showing me this?"

"Satsuki probably told you that we have a few months before our battle with the real enemy," Kaworu began, his voice tense with uncertainty. "But the truth is we're already fighting that battle... and the angel, is only few weeks away."

"What? How is that possible?"

"Haven't you noticed it?" Kaworu continued, his tone filled with apprehension. "The change in temperature, it's a bit cold for July in Japan, don't you think?"

"Who is our enemy?" Shinji demanded the answer.

Kaworu met his gaze, his expression grave. "I don't know," He admitted.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Shinji said, "You're supposed to know."

"There are enemies everywhere. Foreign nationals, spies, people within our own organization, even Neo-NERV itself..." Kaworu conceded. "And then there's this giant enemy, which seems to be an Angel, a seed of Adam... It confuses me."

Shinji's frustration grew as he began to understand the revelation. "But what's the point? Without the Spears, without Lilith, how can the Angels bring about Third Impact?"

"They're not after Third Impact." Kaworu responded, his voice heavy with significance. "You are right, you defeated the Adams and secured the planet Earth for the Lillian. So what remains for those who remain?"

"Enough of the cryptic shit." Shinji pleaded. "Tell me the truth."

"I am telling you the truth," Kaworu retorted. "Think about it... what remains?"

Shinji shook his head, his mind racing. "I don't know."

"Approximately two years ago, a group of scientists went on an expedition in Antarctica." Kaworu revealed.

The pieces started falling into place, the story sounded familiar. "They found the Gates of Guf," He finished.

Kaworu nodded solemnly. "That's right. Small yet potent... it still remains, ground zero."

"So the Angels want to open the Gates?" Shinji asked, his voice trembling. "But the Spears..."

"It is possible to open the chambers of Guf without the Spears," Kaworu disclosed, his words hanging heavy in the air. "You've done it before, if you remember."

"Fine, then." He said, set in resolve. "Destroy this EVA. We'll use the Trident and the J.A-KAI, machines, not living beings."

Kaworu's voice carried a sense of urgency. "I told you it's not an Adam."

"But it's alive and it carries a soul." Shinji emphasized. "The last time man tempered with such forces..."

"I know." Kaworu admitted, "but it may be the key to stopping all of this, more so than the Trident."

"How?" Shinji asked, "Why?"

"Ascension." Kaworu replied, "The trident, Jet Alone...they can't enter abnormal power states like this one can, in order to potentially close the gates we need that power...without the spears, we're defenseless. We haven't the keys necessary to do this the right way."

A sinking feeling enveloped Shinji as he asked the question he dreaded. "Who's the pilot?"

Kaworu's response struck Shinji like a blow. "Mayumi," He replied, and a sense of despair washed over Shinji, knowing the weight of the burden that lay upon her.

"No, You can't..."

"I'm not the one who chose her," Kaworu stated calmly, his gaze fixed on the imposing figure of Unit-Null. "It did."

He pointed towards the EVA, its sharp teeth glistening ominously in the dim light.

"So what do you want me to do? You want me to convince her to get inside that thing?" He asked

"You know her, Shinji, and she trusts you," Kaworu replied."Right now as she is...she's afraid."

"Of course she's afraid." Shinji said, "I'm afraid..look at it."

"But we must do what needs to be done." Kaworu replied.

"But In the simulation, Kieta was piloting with her, a dual-entry plug system." Shinji argued, desperately clinging to any hope of finding an alternative.

Kaworu shook his head, his expression pained. "Kieta was the second-best candidate for EVA Unit-Null, but it bonds with Mayumi properly."

"So he can't pilot," Shinji asserted, his voice filled with anguish.

"He's our backup," Kaworu responded, his tone heavy with resignation.

"Jesus Christ, listen to yourself," Shinji exclaimed, his voice tinged with despair. "He's just a child."

"Forgive me," Kaworu whispered, a hint of sorrow in his voice. "But we play a dangerous game."

"A game?" Shinji's voice quivered with uncertainty.

"The old men we work for don't have pure intentions," Kaworu explained, his words laced with suspicion. "In fact, I'm sure they want us to fail."

Shinji's mind again reeled with confusion. "So why invest in all of this?" He questioned.

"I don't know," Kaworu admitted honestly. "All I know is that we need to stop them, the Angels and Neo-NERV... It's like I told you back then... I'm going to shut this place down...nothing's changed... but I can't do this all alone."

"Who else knows?" Shinji asked, reluctantly seeking more information.

"Mari does," Kaworu revealed.

"And Asuka?" Shinji inquired.

"She can't be trusted," Kaworu replied, his voice tinged with suspicion. "She's working for German intelligence, and I'm certain she has ties to the CIA and MI6. Every day she reports her findings, approximately at 5:00 am, before you head home. There's an abandoned sector just off the gates of our facility. You will find her there."

Kaworu handed Shinji an all-access card, a token of trust. "No more secrets. You can go where you want, whenever you want."

"These old men," Shinji murmured, clutching the card tightly. "Who are they?"

"You already know the answer." Kaworu replied quietly.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Shinji whispered, a mixture of determination and trepidation in his voice.

"Satsuki we can't tell her the whole truth...not yet." Kaworu said.

"I know." Shinji acknowledged, a hint of sadness in his voice. "I know."

Meanwhile...

Following Kaworu's suggestion, Mana made her way back to the dormitories. And as she entered her room, she found Marie already present, surrounded by her bags and belongings.

"This room is so small...but I guess it'll have to do," Marie remarked, voicing her dissatisfaction.

Puzzled, Mana spoke up. "Excuse me?"

"You are excused," Marie replied, her tone slightly dismissive. "I'll have to rearrange some things, though. Hmmm... I have to say that I don't like the current setup."

"Well, you better get used to it," Satsuki interjected, appearing behind Mana. Who's curiosity piqued, and she asked: "What's going on?"

"Well...as you know, you guys are a team," Satsuki began, her voice carrying a sense of importance. "That means coordination, cooperation."

"And?" Mana urged, eager for Satsuki to get to the point.

Satsuki paused for a moment before delivering the news. "You two will be sharing this room with each other."

The sentence sent a wave of melodramatic dread throughout Mana and Marie. "No way!" they both exclaimed simultaneously.

"Yes, way." Satsuki responded firmly.

"Why?" They both protested.

"I just explained why...You need to develop synergy, teamwork, and harmonize with one another. Musashi is already sharing his room with Keita, so..."

Marie interrupted voicing her protest. "That's them, and this is us. I demand my own room."

Satsuki shifted her gaze to Mana, silently pleading with her. However, Mana stood her ground, adamantly refusing the arrangement. Yet, Satsuki persisted, her eyes pleading with Mana once more, hoping for a change of heart.

Caught in the middle, Marie observed the battle of wills between Satsuki and Mana. "What are you two doing?" She asked, looking at what seemed to be an intense staring contest.

"What about Mayumi?" Mana asked, ignoring Marie. "I don't see her here."

"Mayumi has... a special arrangement," Satsuki responded, her voice carrying a hint of complexity.

"So she gets her own room and I don't?" Marie interjected, her tone tinged with a touch of jealousy.

"No, you both don't understand," Satsuki sighed, growing frustrated with their childish behavior. "Mayumi has unique circumstances that require her to have a guardian, someone who can provide the support she needs. It's not about favoritism; it's about ensuring her well-being. You will see her at school and during training drills."

"I want a guardian too!" Mana protested, her voice filled with a touch of longing.

"I am your guardian," Satsuki replied firmly, her voice carrying a mix of authority and care. She shifted her gaze to Marie, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Yours too."

"But it's still not fair," Mana persisted, her tone filled with reluctance.

"Please," Satsuki pleaded, her voice tinged with a touch of desperation. "I am begging the both of you, please... just make this work... for me."

Marie and Mana exchanged glances, their eyes searching for common ground. After a brief moment, they turned away, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Fine," Mana finally conceded, her voice softening. "But on one condition."

Before Satsuki could respond, Mana's words rushed out eagerly, reflecting Satsuki's own thoughts.

"No favors regarding-" Satsuki began, but Mana interrupted.

"I get to visit Shinji Ikari." Mana finished first.

Satsuki gave her a serious look, attempting to convey her concerns.

"Take it or leave it." Mana said, a victorious smirk playing on her lips.

Satsuki hesitated, her mind swirling with questions. Why was everyone so fixated on Shinji Ikari? What made him the center of attention? Nevertheless, she knew Mana's determination was unwavering.

"Fine," Satsuki reluctantly agreed, "you can meet up with Shinji Ikari regularly..."

Mana's face lit up with excitement.

"But," Satsuki continued, wanting to set boundaries, "you need to understand that this is about teamwork and focus. Our priority is the mission, not personal distractions."

Mana agreed reluctantly, understanding the seriousness of Satsuki's words.

"I promise," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I won't let it interfere with our goals."

Satsuki exhaled, relieved to hear Mana's commitment. Deep down, she couldn't deny the curiosity surrounding Shinji Ikari's influence on their team. Perhaps Mana's interaction with him would shed some light on the situation.

"Nuh uh. You aren't done yet." Marie chimed in, demanding her own condition. "I also want something in return for my compromise."

"What is it Marie?" Satsuki wearily asked.

"Schematics." She said.

"Schematics?" Satsuki asked, surprise evident on her face.

"That's right, I wanr entry plug schematics?" She said with a confident smile, leaving Satsuki to wonder. "Why?"

Marie's smile widened, her eyes shining with determination.

5:00AM

In a secluded sector hidden within the vast compound of Neo-Nerv, a serene and idyllic scene unfolds as the afternoon sun casts its golden rays upon the landscape. The fading sunlight paints a captivating tapestry of hues across the sky, while the tranquil waters of the nearby ocean shimmer with reflections of the vivid colours above.

Amidst this picturesque setting, Asuka made her way towards a lone payphone. Driven by a sense of urgency, she reached out her hand grasping the worn receiver, punching in a strange set of numbers.

The sound of the dialling echoes in the stillness, each digit chosen with intention. The line connects, and the ringing begins, creating an anticipatory rhythm in the tranquil atmosphere.

One, two, three... The ringing ceases, replaced by a voice that cuts through the silence.

"Asuka...is that you?"

"Yeah," she replied, her voice laced with a mix of urgency and determination. "I'm calling in for another report."

"What's going on?" The voice on the other end asked, a note of concern seeping through.

"Nothing much has changed." Asuka said, her words carrying a weight of frustration. "The only significant details are the designs of two other Mechs their housing. I've yet to find out much besides how they look, but I'm sending you the schematics they gave me."

"Is anyone suspicious of you?" The voice inquired, its tone filled with caution.

"Not that I can tell." Asuka replied, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "I still think I'm in the clear... for now."

"Allies?" The voice pressed on, seeking reassurance.

"So far, I can only trust Mari Makinami and Shinji Ikari." Asuka responded, a glimmer of trust shining through her words.

"And Ayanami?" The voice inquired, a thread of curiosity evident.

"As mysterious as ever," Asuka said with a hint of frustration. "She works here, or so Nagisa says. But I've never seen her in action or understand where her loyalties lie."

There was a pause on the other end, a moment pregnant with unspoken thoughts. Asuka's gaze wandered across the serene scenery surrounding the payphone, her mind racing with possibilities and uncertainties.

"Listen, should I get compromised-"

"You're doing great, Asuka," the voice interrupted, its words carrying a mix of reassurance and admiration. "Keep gathering information, stay vigilant. Once we figure everything out - your mission will be complete, and then you can go home."

A sense of determination welled up within Asuka's heart as she absorbed those words. She knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and secrets, but she was ready to face whatever awaited her. The sun's dying rays cast a warm glow on her face, as if nature itself was rooting for her in this clandestine battle for truth.

"Thank you," Asuka replied, her voice filled with gratitude. "I won't fail."

"We know." with that, the call ended and she carefully placed the receiver back onto its cradle.

Asuka stood still, immersing herself in the breathtaking vista of the sunlit horizon and the mesmerizing dance of the shimmering waters.

Lost in the serenity of the moment, Asuka's tranquillity was abruptly shattered by a familiar voice that cut through the air like a gentle breeze.

"Asuka?" Shinji called out, catching her off guard. He stood a few steps away, his eyes meeting hers with curiosity. "What were you doing here?"

Asuka's mind raced, searching for a plausible explanation. She quickly rallied her thoughts, attempting to mask the true nature of her intentions. "I was... um, enjoying the scenery," she stammered, her laughter carrying a tinge of unease.

Shinji's gaze lingered on the payphone, his expression reflecting a mix of confusion and suspicion. "And the payphone? It looks like you were on a call or something." he inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"A call? No..."

Asuka hesitated, realizing that her attempt to conceal the truth would only lead to more questions. In a moment of quick thinking, she decided to take a plunge, both figuratively and literally. With a playful smirk, she faked a slip and gracefully tumbled into the nearby waters.

"Asuka!" Shinji exclaimed, his instincts kicking in as he swiftly ran in after her. "I've got you!"

But to his surprise, he found himself succumbing to the same fate, splashing into the water alongside her.

"What was that for?" Shinji sputtered, swimming above the surface.

"What was what?" Asuka innocently replied, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

"You dragged me in." Shinji accused, a playful grin forming on his lips.

"No, I didn't," Asuka insisted, trying to suppress her laughter.

"Yes, you did," Shinji countered, accidentally splashing water in her direction.

A giggle escaped Asuka's lips as she retaliated by throwing water right back at him.

"Hey." He said.

"You started it." She replied.

"No I-" Before Shinji could finish his sentence, he was interrupted once again by Asuka's splashes of water. "Stop-" He tried to protest, but her playful antics continued, leaving him no choice but to fight back.

"Hey!" Asuka exclaimed, her laughter echoing in the air.

A wide grin spread across Shinji's face as he realized the sheer joy of their playful banter. He was delighted by her contagious laughter and the light-hearted atmosphere that enveloped them.

"You think this is funny?" Shinji playfully challenged, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Okay, game on!"

With that, they engaged in a friendly water fight, their laughter harmonizing with the soothing sound of the crashing waves. The tension and worries of their daily lives momentarily melted away, replaced by a carefree and joyous connection between the two.

Their playful water fight continued, until they eventually swam up to the nearby shore, their clothes drenched but their spirits high. The crashing waves gently brushing against their feet as they watched the sight of the sun sinking below the horizon.

"Man, this suit is gonna be a pain to clean," Shinji remarked, glancing down at his soaked attire. Despite the inconvenience, a light-hearted smile graced his face.

Asuka chuckled, her eyes gleaming with affection. "Good thing I have a spare at home... I mean, your home. It's in the closet."

"Thanks," Shinji replied, , his voice filled with genuine gratitude as he caught his breath. He couldn't believe such a beautiful beach was hidden deep within the Neo-Nerv facility, it seemed perfect, untouched.

For a while, they sat in peaceful silence, the crashing waves providing a soothing soundtrack to their thoughts,But as the sun began its descent on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow upon the waters, Shinji couldn't help but break the tranquility with a gentle touch of curiosity. "About that payphone," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and concern. Asuka sighed wearily, hoping to evade the topic altogether.

"You've got to tell me who you were talking to," Shinji pressed gently, his gaze locked with hers.

Asuka studied his earnest expression, his unwavering support and trust evident in his eyes. "Why?" she asked, almost giving in.

"Because we're partners," Shinji replied sincerely, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. "Just like you said... we've got to trust one another, right?"

Asuka's defences melted away as she gazed at him, the truth lingering in her heart. With another weary sigh, she mustered her courage and spoke, "It was a call from Germany...I used to work there. They were just checking on how I was doing."

She lied by telling a half truth, hoping that Shinji wouldn't see through the façade, but unfortunately...he knew the truth although seeing as how reluctant she was to tell it herself it must have been dangerous to her– or so he decided to believe.

As her words lingered in the air, she sensed a flicker of disappointment in Shinji's eyes. It was as if he had seen through her carefully crafted veil, his perceptiveness peering into the depths of her soul.

"I see," Shinji responded softly, a mixture of understanding and concern evident in his voice. He stood up from the shore, extending his hand towards her. "Come on, let's go."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Asuka's lips as she reached out and took his hand, allowing him to pull her up. The touch of his hand sent a warm current of reassurance through her, calming the turmoil within her heart.

"Man, driving back gonna be uncomfortable for you." she pointed out, her eyes reflecting genuine concern.

Shinji shook his head, his own smile growing. "No, no. You're driving."

A playful glint danced in Asuka's eyes as she protested, "Nuh uh, we had a deal."

A chuckle escaped Shinji's lips as he countered, "We did, but you decided to drag me into the ocean."

"I fell!" Asuka playfully defended herself, feigning innocence.

"Sure you did," Shinji teased, laughter lacing his voice as he playfully brushed off her excuse.

And so, Asuka and Shinji found themselves being driven back home by Mari, who had watched them from the rear-view mirror, curiosity dancing in her eyes. She couldn't help but wonder what had transpired between the two during their time by the shore.

END.

Chapter Text

A full week had passed, the passage of time obscured by a sky draped in a pallid shroud of unrelenting grey. It was a peculiar sight, an unsettling departure from the vibrant hues that typically painted the canvas of a Japanese spring.

And nearby, within the confines of a meeting room, the air was pregnant with tense uncertainty.

Around a polished table, the whole team had gathered, their faces etched with a mixture of weariness and concern. At the heart of this meeting, occupying the forefront with a composed demeanour, sat Kaworu Nagisa. His presence exuding an air of quiet authority, a sentinel in the midst of a gathering storm.

"The calculations were wrong." Satsuki said, with a mixture of frustration and bewilderment "The Angel codenamed Atalibu, is rapidly approaching."

Kaworu's gaze bore into her, his question cutting through the air, "Where is it coming from and where is it going?"

"Initial data indicates the Angel emerged from the north pole," Keade responded, her eyes glued to the tablet's display. "Its current path...south."

"Any insight into its motive?" Kaworu inquired, his question hanging in the air - unanswered. In truth he was testing the waters, probing for any potential information leaks, be it from Shinji, Mari, or perhaps even Asuka - he was uncertain about the extent of her knowledge within the Neo-Nerv labyrinth.

The room held its collective breath, silence falling like a heavy veil. Kaworu's demeanor remained composed, his facade impenetrable.

So then, nothing's changed.

"Colonel Langely-Soryu, Major Ikari, how are our pilots fairing when it comes to their respective Mecha-Units?" He changed the topic

Asuka then released a weary sigh before offering her report, "Marie is excelling in the tests, but her performance falters in actual combat.

Mana comes in second, her experience evident as she is in seamless synchronization with the Trident, but she's reckless...in dire need of proper guidance – This when compared to Musashi Lee, who continuously struggles synchronization and training, live combat scenarios...I'm afraid the data results show that he should not be piloting."

"Musashi has been a cornerstone since the inception of our efforts, Neo-Nerv is indebted to him, just as it is to Mana for its invaluable data," Aoi interjected.

"I understand that." Asuka's voice was firm as she cut in, "but if we persist with Musashi, we risk not only his life but ours and possibly more."

"Commander if I may?" Hajime Suruga's voice pierced the air from his seat. "Expanding on Colonel Langley-Soryu's point, reducing our pilot roster, ideally by two, would provide greater room for enhancements on both Trident and Unit-Null."

"Agreed," Koji Katori chimed in, his support echoing through the room. "It's not only a matter of their well-being but also the progress we can achieve."

Satsuki countered with determination, "Our calculations indicate that all five pilots are necessary for success."

Asuka interjected, her tone sharp, "Your Calculations haven't been serving us well lately, as evidenced by our current unpreparedness for the Angel's impending arrival."

"Nobody is making any decisions yet." Kaworu said, his voice cut through the burgeoning debate, those words carrying a weight that held the room in check, the tension sharpening. "I need updates on Mayumi."

Shinji's response was laden with concern, "Evangelion Unit-Null's situation is complex... Mayumi requires more time."

"Time, we do not have." Hajime's frustration was evident, "Her synch ratio is stable, she's bonded with the EVA. Why can't she pilot?"

Shinji's gaze locked with Hajime's, "Mayumi's emotional readiness is critical. If her entry plug falls into the negative levels due to emotional instability, the consequences could be catastrophic...there's no telling what might happen."

"So, she's not an option for the upcoming battle?" Kaworu's voice held a tinge of disappointment.

Shinji's regretful nod was met with a sigh from Kaworu. "Our focus then remains on Mana and Maire, Kieta and Musashi will serve as back up...The impending battle rests upon their shoulders."

"The meeting stands adjourned," Kaworu's voice resounded, the air heavy with the weight of their deliberations. "Colonel, draft a comprehensive battle strategy, ensure it reaches me before the day's end. Major Ikari, I entrust Mayumi's progress to you. If you can expedite the process, it would be greatly appreciated."

Shinji and Asuka nodded in unison, their acknowledgment swift and respectful.

"Satsuki and Kaede, your collaboration with Hajime and Koji is imperative," Kaworu continued, his tone unwavering. "I require substantial enhancements to Jet Alone Kai and the Trident Land Cruiser's combat capabilities, effective for deployment by tomorrow."

Satsuki's voice was tinged with skepticism as she raised a concern, "Implementing new features at such speed could compromise quality."

A raised hand and a confident voice cut through the room's tension, "We can manage it," Mari declared. Her eyes met Hitomi's, their dedication evident. "We've been putting in considerable effort lately, and we've uncovered multiple practical applications for the LCL."

Aoi's voice joined the conversation, her concern for the uncharted territory they were venturing into evident. "While I comprehend the necessity of such urgency for Unit-Null, exposing other mechanical entities to an unfamiliar substance raises questions."

Mari met Aoi's gaze firmly, her response resolute. "It's a calculated risk, but it's either that or facing the angel without sufficient resources. We're treading the line of the unknown, and if we're to confront this imminent threat within the week, we must act now."

"Commander...I beg you."

Aoi's appeal to Kaworu was sincere, her plea laden with caution. She was concerned for the potential consequences.

Kaworu, attuned to both viewpoints, acknowledged the complexity of the situation. "Mari and Hitomi will lend their expertise to Satsuki and Hajime, but within defined limits. We won't venture beyond necessary boundaries."

Mari's nod was firm, and Aoi's cautious acceptance signaled a tentative agreement.

"Let us return to our tasks," Kaworu directed, the finality in his voice closing the discussion as he left the room, leaving them to confront the challenges that lay ahead.

Chapter Text

In a dimly lit room, Shinji, stressed and weary, meticulously pored over the data files and schematics of the mecha known as Unit-Null. Anxiety gripped him as he closed the file, placing it on his table. The daunting task at hand seemed to be stretching beyond his capabilities.

Asuka breezed into his office, her presence cutting through the heavy air. "Don't you look like a ray of sunshine," she remarked.

Shinji sighed, voicing the burden on his mind. "Trying to figure out how I'm gonna get Mayumi and possibly Keita to bond and fight in this thing is killing me... neither of them is really willing, you know."

A thoughtful expression crossed Asuka's face as she posed a crucial question, "Would you be?"

"No, but... I wish Mana were the one piloting Unit-Null; she's our best," Shinji admitted, regret coloring his words. Mana was their true and only hope.

"She's our ACE, so let's use her like one," Asuka declared, "only when we need to."

A notification pinged on Shinji's tablet, catching his attention. Asuka, already a step ahead, delivered the next move.

"Plan of attack," she announced. "They're building a base over in the South Pole as we speak – we'll intercept the angel as it's making its way through the ocean."

"Trident?" Shinji inquired.

"Trident's good on water," Asuka replied, her mind already strategizing. "Exactly why we'll save it for last... we don't know the exact radius at which The Angel can spread its A.T field and manipulate its environment, but if we're careful enough…"

"We can distract it using the J.A Kai and Unit-Null to create an opening," Shinji interjected, finding a glimmer of focus. "You came up with this alone... sorry I couldn't help." His thoughts were still tethered to Mayumi.

"That's not the point; we still need to go over the how's and why's," Asuka insisted. "Which means you're coming with me. We're talking to our ballistics and physics guys; we're firing some big bullets, and I wanna pull a ricochet."

Shinji rose from his seat, a sense of purpose reigniting as he followed Asuka out of the room.

As they navigated through the complex towards the ballistics division, Koji Katoru, along with his usual team, Mitsuru and Hajime, met with Colonel Soryu and Major Ikari. In a swift exchange, Katoru transmitted a message, triggering a notification on their screens.

"We're implementing the Absolute Terror Field system into the Trident and Jet alone," Koji announced.

Shinji, perplexed, sought clarification. "Wait? You're giving the Trident and Jet alone an A.T field?"

"No, we're equipping them with the capabilities of one," Koji explained, a hint of annoyance in his tone, which Shinji keenly noticed. "It goes without saying that we don't have all the information, and this is the best we could do with what we have… Hopefully, this helps in battle."

Asuka, always proactive, inquired, "Can we use it?"

"For a limited time," Katoru answered honestly.

"We'll think about it," Shinji said as they continued on their way.

Meanwhile…

Rare were the instances when Mana vehemently rejected the idea of piloting, but with Colonel Langley Soryu at the helm, the apprehension intensified beyond her usual reservations.

"Penny for your thoughts," Musashi offered, meeting Mana at the gates.

Despite the early hour of 13:00, the school had decided to close early that day.

"That woman is going to kill us before the angels do," Mana declared, evoking a light chuckle from Musashi. "It's not funny."

"No, no…" he replied, "I'm just glad I'm not the only one who thinks so."

Keita soon joined them, completing their usual trio. "Are we heading home? Back to Neo-Nerv," he inquired.

"I was thinking something else," Musashi said, revealing three tickets. "We've been killing ourselves training these last few weeks; we can take a break, don't you think."

Mana, intrigued, asked, "You brought those yourself?"

"Yeup," Musashi replied, almost breaking a sweat. "Alright, we can go."

But before they could leave, Marie and Mayumi appeared, reminding them that it was no longer just the three of them.

"Hey, where are you guys going," Marie questioned, with Mayumi slightly behind her. The realization struck that they had overlooked the others.

"Oh…" Musashi hesitated, "well…"

"Lee brought three tickets to watch a movie, I guess he forgot to count you guys," Mana boldly stated, putting Musashi on the spot. Musashi stared at her seriously, asking the question with his expression: really bro?

And Mana responded with a resounding yes in the form of a smile.

"So much for comrades," Marie sneered.

"It's not like that." Musashi tried to explain. "I only had money for three tickets."

"It's fine," Mayumi reassured him, "I'm supposed to meet with Major Ikari for training anyway."

Mana overheard and Was that Major Ikari she said?

"You can have my ticket," she offered Marie, who stared back at her skeptically.

"Hey Mana," Keita and Musashi whispered, not wanting to spend time with Marie.

"It's fine," Marie said. "I'll just go home."

"No, really," Mana insisted, "I'll go with Mayumi instead."

Marie could see through this charade and wasn't going to let Mana win.

"It's fine, really," Mayumi said. "Major Ikari insisted it be me alone anyway."

Not me. Keita wondered, but his thoughts were drowned out by the play in front of him.

"He'll understand," Mana quickly replied, only to be met with a

"No…he won't," Marie replied, attitude laden in her words.

Stop ruining this for me, Mana thought. Somehow, Marie replied, no, I like making your life hard…it's fun.

"Here are two extra tickets; now you can all go," Kaworu's voice resonated, startling the children as he seemed to magically appear out of thin air.

"Commander Nagisa?" they exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes," he calmly replied.

"How…why…"

"I was on the way home when I saw all of you," He explained. "So, I thought maybe I could give you a lift, but then I overheard your debate, and, well, I just so happened to be going to watch the same film with someone else." Kaworu pointed to his car, and they saw a blue-haired woman waving at them. "But you guys can have those; we'll just do something else... I can also give you a ride to the theatre if you want."

"Cinema," Musashi corrected. "Sir..."

"Oh, yes, cinema... it's quite alright." Kaworu acknowledged with a nod.

"It's a pleasure sir, I can't my training with Major Ikari." He'll understand, Kaworu reassured her. "trust me."

"That's what I said."Mana murmured, evoking a light chuckle out of Kaworu.

Grateful for Kaworu's unexpected generosity, Musashi, Keita, Mana, Marie and Mayumi all exchanged glances before thanking him.

They accepted the two extra tickets with genuine appreciation.

"Now then." He said, gesturing towards his car, offering them a lift. Musashi, still in correction mode, hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, Commander Nagisa, we appreciate it."

They all piled into the car, the blue-haired woman smiling warmly at them as they settled in.

"Hey ya." She greeted and they all nodded gently

"onwards we go." Kaworu said, driving away.

Meanwhile, back at Neo-Nerv headquarters…

Satsuki had delved into a labyrinth of files, tirelessly seeking to comprehend the intricacies of their two new Mecha-Units. Her focus was all-consuming until Keade entered the room.

"Updates, and I'm guessing they're not any good," Satsuki remarked.

"We're implementing a new design. It's a bit short notice, but it should greatly increase our chances in combat." Keade shared all the data, Satsuki's laptop – along with her tablet – chimed.

"A.T field," Satsuki mused. "How?"

"Well, essentially, we're giving Jet Alone Kai and The Trident the capabilities to hold one, sort of like a barrier," Keade explained.

"Where is it coming from then?" Satsuki inquired.

"Unit-Null," Keade reluctantly answered. There was too much they didn't know about that mysterious Mecha, and it seemed the powers that be preferred to keep it that way.

Satsuki sighed. "Will Major Ikari be able to get Mayumi or possibly Keita to emit the A.T field onto the Trident and Jet Alone? All the while fighting against the enemy."

"Major Ikari insists we only let Mayumi and Unit-Null into the fray of battle when necessary," Kaede replied. "Mana is our ACE pilot; that's the official statement from Colonel Langley-Soryu. Marie is second, so only Mana and Marie will see active combat. Unit-Null will stay behind, lest we risk a..." Kaede paused, unsure of how to articulate Shinji's words.

"Lest we risk what?" Satsuki pressed, urging her to explain.

"Major Ikari puts it... a wild unstoppable beast on the loose," Kaede said, exasperated, almost dropping the military formalities and etiquette. "It's basically out of our control; we're using a very big gun, but we never learned how to shoot."

Satsuki's head fell into her arms. "Okay, tell Koji and his team they're authorized. Where is Commander Nagisa?"

"He's out," Kaede answered, and Satsuki let out an even louder sigh. "Follow me."

They navigated through the bustling facility, passing various departments until they reached the Colonel's strategy room.

Asuka and Shinji had been immersed in reviewing plans and attack strategies, numbers, and stats filling the walls as holographic maps displayed their planned projections.

"That one looks good," Shinji commented, moving the pieces across the map.

"These are all guesses, estimates at most," Asuka replied to him. "If the angel counterattacks like so—" Asuka demonstrated by manipulating the holographic projections, illustrating various potential scenarios. Shinji attentively studied the simulations, his mind processing the intricate dance of strategic movements against the looming threat of the angels.

Satsuki and Kaede entered the room, breaking the focused atmosphere. Asuka glanced up, her eyes narrowing as she assessed their expressions. Satsuki, still carrying the weight of the new information, hesitated before addressing the duo immersed in battle tactics.

"I've greenlit for Koji and his team. The new design for the Trident and Jet Alone Kai is a go," Satsuki reported.

Asuka nodded, acknowledging the update. "Good… Have you briefed Commander Nagisa about the changes?"

"He's currently unavailable," Kaede replied, her gaze briefly flickering to the holographic displays.

Satsuki sighed; her frustration evident. "It's always last-minute changes and uncertainties with these Units. Major Ikari will Mayumi or Keita be ready by the time we attack?"

Asuka shared a knowing glance with Shinji, both understanding the complexity of the situation. The mention of Unit-Null seemed to cast a shadow over the room, a reminder of the enigmatic force they had at their disposal.

"We'll adapt as best we can," Asuka declared, her tone resolute. "The battle plans need to account for these uncertainties. We can't afford to hesitate when the angels strike."

Shinji, though concerned, nodded in agreement. "Mayumi and Unit-Null are an uncertainty…if the battle plan goes as simulated then, Unit-Null won't even have to move one inch."

Satsuki was somewhat reassured, though she remained uneasy about the prospect of relying on such an unknown force.

"You said it'll be a beast on the loose… if the worst-case scenario happens, will we be able to stop Unit-Null from rampaging across the Antarctic?"

Shinji, wrestling with uncertainty, wasn't sure how to provide a comforting answer. "We don't have a choice," he replied solemnly. "If we don't… then it's game over."

"Game over?" Satsuki questioned, sensing there was more to the story that Shinji was withholding from her, and the lack of transparency didn't sit well with her. Asuka, too, kept turning her attention away from the holograph for brief moments.

"That's right," Shinji admitted, his expression guarded. "Or that's all I'm allowed to tell you."

Satsuki released a rough huff of frustration. She disliked being kept in the dark, but, for the time being, she acquiesced. "Fine, I'll leave you to focus on your battle plans. Be ready for whatever comes our way," she said, turning to leave with Kaede.

"We will," Asuka affirmed as she closed the door behind them.

In the dimly lit strategy room, the air felt heavy with the weight of the impending battle. Shinji and Asuka exchanged a glance, both burdened by the knowledge that certain details were being concealed to prevent unnecessary anxiety among the team.

Back with the children…

They had just returned from watching the film, and the varied opinions among them reflected the diversity of their experiences.

"Well, that was interesting," Keita remarked, a hint of confidence in his tone.

"Boring," Musashi mused as he walked out of the theater, carrying Marie on his back. "It even sent the princess to sleep."

"I liked it," Mayumi shared, offering a different perspective.

"I agree," Mana added, aligning herself with Mayumi's positive view of the movie.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the post-cinematic euphoria quickly gave way to a more practical concern — "How do we get home."

The lingering question hung in the air, creating a momentary pause as they contemplated their transportation dilemma.

"Well?" Mana looked to Musashi, who hadn't really thought that far.

The bustling city lights and distant hum of traffic surrounded them, but the immediate issue remained unresolved.

Keita scratched his head, looking around for any available transportation options. "I…have no idea what we're supposed to do."

Mayumi checked her watch, considering the time. "Public transportation might still be running. We could catch a bus or a train."

Mana, always resourceful, took out her phone and began searching for the nearest bus or train station. "Let me check the schedule. We don't want to be stuck out here for too long."

Musashi, still carrying the dozing Marie on his back, nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. Lead the way."

Mana stared daggers at him, this was his idea and he hadn't planned it all too well.

"Sorry." He chuckled.

As they walked through the city streets, guided by the glow of their phones, the group soon reached a bus stop. Mayumi confirmed the next bus arrival time, and they settled in to wait. The night had a quiet serenity, punctuated by occasional sounds of distant traffic.

"So... where are you from, Mayumi?" Musashi asked, sparking a casual conversation.

Mayumi looked up from her phone, pondering the question. "Where am I from, like home-wise?"

"Oh," Mana interjected, pushing for more details. "But where exactly?"

Mayumi paused before clarifying, "Here, I guess."

Musashi, wanting specifics, pressed further until Mayumi caught on.

"Oh, sorry," she chuckled. "My mother is a part of the U.N council overseeing Neo-Nerv, so—"

"So, you're from money," Musashi teased, lightening the mood.

"I guess," Mayumi responded with a weak smile. "For the longest time since I was born, I was raised in calm environments. My room was pretty dull and minimalistic; my mother never really had much time for me." There was a hint of sadness in her voice as she said those words but - "At least when I met Mr. Ikari, things were a little different." She almost smiled as she reminisced. "I found joy in song and dance, rhythm—"

"Rhythm and blues," Musashi added, completing her thought with a slight smile.

"Yeah... rhythm and blues," she repeated.

"That's nice," Mana commented. "At least a somewhat nice upbringing."

Turning the focus to Mana, Mayumi inquired, "Where are you from, Mana?"

"The three of us," Mana began, indicating herself, Musashi, and Keita, "we're from a village in the south. It was a remote place, not really on the maps."

The bus finally arrived, and they boarded, finding seats together. Musashi gently placed Marie to her side and she fell asleep atop his shoulder.

"Seriously. How is she did that not wake her up." Musashi whispered.

As the vehicle rumbled to life, Mana continued her story.

"it was a small village nestled away from the hustle and bustle of the city. We grew up surrounded by nature, with wide open spaces and clear skies. It might not have been luxurious, but it was home."

Musashi chimed in, his memories painting a vivid picture. "We had our own traditions and everyone knew each other…there was a sense of unity. Life was simple but-"

"fulfilling." Keita, who had been quietly listening, added, "It had its challenges thought, limited resources, not much access to advanced technology, but we were resilient and self-sufficient."

"That sounds nice," Mayumi said, her observation capturing the genuine warmth in the way they spoke about their village.

"It was until..." Their expressions shifted, turning dark as memories resurfaced.

"Until what?" Mayumi inquired, sensing a sudden change in the atmosphere.

"Angel," Mana said, the word carrying a sour undertone.

It was a day that began like any other, the villagers were collecting and sowing rice, trading and laughing, going on about their lives.

Until the sun dipped below the horizon, and a shadow descended upon the community. The air grew thick, and a chilling wind whispered ominous through the dense foliage.

In a split second, without warning, the sky itself seemed to tear open, revealing a rift from which an indescribable horror emerged.

ANGEL.

Its presence warped reality, distorting the very fabric of the tranquil setting into a nightmarish tableau.

The Angel, an eldritch abomination beyond human comprehension, teleported short distances. Villagers screamed as they witnessed the creature flicker in and out of existence, materializing with an unsettling unpredictability.

It's true form, when finally revealed, was a grotesque fusion of nightmarish elements. Levitating above the ground, it extended three deadly spikes from each spinning wheel-like structure on its sides, into razor-sharp blades. The air hummed with an eerie, otherworldly sound as the Angel prepared to unleash its horrifying arsenal.

With a deafening roar, the wheels spun, and the blades extended, transforming the serene village into a battleground of unimaginable horror. Buildings crumbled, and the once-clear skies were filled with the anguished cries of the villagers. The Angel's blades slashed through everything in their path, leaving destruction and despair in their wake.

Green energy balls erupted from the Angel's form, casting an eerie glow across the village. Each projectile struck with devastating force, disintegrating structures and turning the once-thriving community into a hellish landscape of ruin.

The villagers now scattered in a desperate attempt to escape the wrath of this supernatural entity. Fire and Blood stained the streets as the Angel's relentless assault continued, leaving no corner untouched by its malevolent presence.

And then…

"And then it disappeared," Mana said, her words hanging in the heavy air.

Mayumi turned to her, shock etched across her face, the visible trauma reflected in her eyes. Musashi took a deep breath before continuing the painful narrative.

"Neo-Nerv came in on that day and found us," he recounted, the weight of the memories evident in his voice. "Apparently, the angel had affected the village somehow. They ran tests, and we were deemed...special," Keita added, his tone carrying both solemn regret and anger.

"I survived; my mother and father didn't," Mana revealed, pain and anger resonating in her voice.

"We lost everyone," Musashi stated with a heavy heart. "We're fighting because they agreed to look after our village, restore it, so long as we defeat the angels. And we've been waiting a long time for this." Musashi's words carried the weight of revenge, a driving force that fueled their existence even in the darkest hours. Their purpose was singular: to eradicate the curse that had ruthlessly taken everything from them.

"I... I hadn't heard of it," Mayumi admitted, her breathing becoming heavy as the harsh reality of their shared history unfolded.

"I wouldn't expect you to," Mana replied bitterly. "They covered it up; our village was never even on the map."

"We were forgotten," Keita added, his voice carrying the bitterness of neglect.

Mayumi's chest tightened, and her breaths became erratic. The weight of the forgotten tragedy pressed down on her, a revelation that shattered the illusion of a tranquil past. The darkness that surrounded Neo-Nerv extended far beyond the battlefield, reaching into the very foundations of the lives they had led before the angels arrived.

"We face the angels together," Marie declared, waking up from Musashi's shoulder "And we bring justice to those who were buried in the shadows."

Musashi, Mana, and Keita nodded in silent agreement. The wheels of the bus continued to turn, carrying them forward into the night.

As the bus approached their stop, they prepared to disembark. The night had brought a brief respite, a moment of normalcy amidst the chaos of their responsibilities as Mecha pilots.

Thus the night settled over their living quarters, a solemn atmosphere lingered in the air. With a collective "Goodnight," they dispersed, retreating to their respective rooms.

Mayumi lay in bed, the dim glow of the room providing little solace. The haunting echoes of Mana's story reverberated in her mind. The vivid memories painted a canvas of pain, loss, and a reality she hadn't fathomed existed within the confines of Neo-Nerv.

Chapter Text

The new world had kept its promises, and within its embrace, Rei Ayanami greeted the blue dawn with a quiet reverence. Nestled within a small house, in a quiet neighbourhood, Rei Ayanami lived amongst a sanctuary of simplicity and order.

Well-tended gardens surrounded the abode, and a patchwork of colours and fragrances mirrored the serenity within.

As morning light filtered through the leaves of meticulously pruned trees, Rei stepped outside into the embrace of her private oasis. The air carried the crisp scent of dew-kissed flowers, with a gentle breeze stirring the leaves in the well-groomed garden.

In the heart of this botanical haven, Rei began her morning ritual. The soft crunch of gravel beneath her shoes accompanied each step as she tended to her plants with practiced grace. A sparrow's song added a melodic undertone to the rustle of leaves as Rei, dressed in carefully chosen attire, moved among the flourishing flora.

The small house, with its modest charm, a quaint porch, and potted blooms, provided a tranquil space for contemplation. Here, surrounded by nature's bounty, Rei reviewed her notes on botanical studies, her fingers tracing the lines of text with an almost meditative rhythm.

In the midst of her contemplation, a sudden chime from the doorbell jolted her from the reverie. Intuitively, she sensed the arrival of an old friend.

"It's been a while," she acknowledged, peering through the open doorway.

"Hello, Ayanami," Kaworu greeted, a warm smile gracing his features. His silver hair caught the sunlight, forming a radiant halo around him.

Inviting him inside, Rei offered, "Come in. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, please," he accepted. They settled in the tranquility of the garden, where Rei served Kaworu tea along with a toasted chicken-mayo sandwich and a couple of biscuits.

"A bit foreign for Japan." Kaworu playfully remarked.

Smirking, Rei responded, "I like to explore with my palate," taking her place across from him.

The atmosphere hung in a peaceful hush, the still air adorned with the warm hues of the setting sun and a canvas of light blue sky above. It was a moment suspended in time.

Kaworu ventured into casual conversation. "How's life nowadays?" he inquired, attempting to navigate the nuances of small talk.

Rei, her tea cradled in delicate hands, shared a glimpse into her current existence. "It's quiet…the botany lab is also very interesting; I've made a few friends," she revealed, tendrils of steam rising from her tea into the air.

"That's nice," he replied, offering a subtle acknowledgment to her response.

Curiosity laced her words as she inquired, "What about you? How has the world been treating you?"

His response carried a measured tone. "It's been fine... for the most part."

Her suspicion lingered as she pressed, "Why do I feel like you're holding out on me?"

In response, a smile graced Kaworu's lips as he effortlessly caught one of the lingering petals from a flower, suspended in the air.

"I've seen the world; it's chaotic, diverse, beautiful, and tragic…nature...people can be so cruel."

A measured reflection crossed Rei's face. "At least it's interesting," she responded. "People are beautiful, statuesque parodies of themselves."

Kaworu, with a smile that carried a touch of wisdom, concurred, "A plethora of creatures and personalities. I do enjoy these talks we have."

"A little philosophy is good for your health," Rei remarked. "But what brought you to my door, why are you really here?"

In the quiet interlude that followed, Kaworu's expression shifted, hinting at a weightier purpose. "They found something that could threaten this great plethora of creatures," He disclosed. "They opened the gates and released a new creature."

"Where?" Rei inquired; her curiosity piqued.

"The antarctic." he replied. "Dreams and visions of the old world..."

His revelation lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the tranquil garden. Rei's eyes bore a hint of concern as she absorbed the weight of his words.

"Evangelion." Rei whispered, her voice a delicate echo of disbelief.

Kaworu nodded solemnly. "but this is no ordinary EVA, it's seems to me it's a creature, a lost child born from the depths of the unknown."

A shiver ran down Rei's spine, the implications of such a discovery sending ripples through the serene atmosphere.

"What do they know about this creature?" Rei questioned, her gaze searching Kaworu's eyes for answers.

"Very little," Kaworu admitted. "It's a force that defies understanding, and I believe its release has awakened some old world demons."

Old world? she wondered, as the gravity of the situation settled over her.

"Is there a plan?" Rei asked, her demeanour composed yet revealing an underlying urgency.

Kaworu nodded. "They've convened a council to devise a strategy, I am part of that council."

The air between them hung heavy with unspoken tension,

"And you came to me—"

"To ask for your help." He said, purity in his intentions. "You understand their souls more than I, If only—"

Rei interrupted with a direct question, her tone carrying a serious undertone that hinted at a deeper understanding. "What are you asking me to do, Kaworu?" she sensed the weight of his request.

His response was a desperate admission. "I need you to get inside, communicate with it. Tell me what it's thinking, what it knows."

Rei's reaction was visceral; she almost dropped her cup of tea. The gravity of his words seemed to reverberate through the tranquil setting.

"Please… we've already tried, but it won't talk to any of the three test subjects we have. You are our only hope."

In the charged silence that followed, Rei posed a question that cut to the core. "Tell me, before I agree to this...Are you even human anymore?"

Kaworu's retort was swift, a reflection of the shared burden they both carried. "Are you?" he countered. "Don't tell me you don't see it—the memories, the past coming back. You feel it, I know you do…in your dreams, in your soul."

Rei raised her hand, a silent gesture compelling him to halt. "If I am to traverse the great divide and risk losing myself, promise me."

"Anything," he assured.

"You will cease," she stated plainly. "Regardless of the consequences, you will stop if it surpasses your understanding...promise me."

Kaworu gazed into her resolute eyes, a hint of doubt in his expression. The path ahead was uncertain, and the possibility of returning to humanity after success remained unclear.

"You, Rei, hold the key. Your comprehension of souls, your connection to the essence of humanity—it surpasses mine," he acknowledged. "I promise, if we fail, and if you insist...I will stop."

The burden of responsibility settled on Rei's shoulders as she contemplated the gravity of Kaworu's words. The Evangelion in the Antarctic, a manifestation of forgotten realms, awaited their understanding.

"Then let us try," Rei said, determination in her eyes. "Together."

Antarctica.

Deep underground, beneath the icy-cold landscape, Kaworu and Rei Ayanami descended into the facility's depths. Strobe lights flashed white across their faces as the elevator accelerated downwards.

"This was built quite recently," Kaworu remarked, explaining its almost archaic nature. "There's not much these people know about EVA."

"And you offered to be their saviour." Rei responded, " A ray of light leading them out of the darkness that is ignorance."

"Yes," he admitted, albeit with some remorse.

"Ignorance is sometimes bliss," Rei concluded.

The experimental chamber, dimly lit and echoing with distant hums of machinery, awaited her. The metallic clang of the access door resounded as it slowly opened, revealing the entrance to a black room reminiscent of a forgotten era.

As Rei stepped in, a palpable sense of antiquity enveloped her. The air itself seemed to whisper of experiments long past.

"This is-" Rei began, her voice trailing off as she took in the archaic surroundings.

"Yes," Kaworu interjected, completing her thought. "Contact Experiment."

Those words hung in the air, as dim fluorescent lights cast feeble shadows on walls adorned with technological panels. The control panel, with its archaic switches and blinking lights, spoke of an era where experimentation was conducted with a raw, unrefined methodology.

The experimental apparatus itself, positioned in the centre of the chamber, echoed the primitive nature of Nerv's early endeavours.

A massive tank, filled with an opaque, luminescent liquid, running thick cables that resembled tendrils, dangling from the ceiling. These were here to establish the necessary neural connections.

"Where is everyone?" Rei inquired, her voice echoing through the seemingly empty space.

"It's just you and me... and her."

From the shadows emerged the figure of one illustrious Mari Makinami. Rei turned her gaze towards Mari, who she seemed familiar to her somehow.

"Have we met?" she asked

"No, but I've met you," Mari responded, her expression thoughtful. "Although I suppose not in this world. I'm having a hard time remembering."

Kaworu, standing nearby, reassured Rei, saying, "It's okay. She's familiar with Shinji."

"Ikari is here?" Rei questioned, a hint of surprise in her voice. She hadn't seen him in a very long time. Kaworu clarified, "No, but she's associated with him."

Mari also chimed in with reassurance, "It's okay, my memory may be old, but the old noggin is still tickin', everything...you, him... It's all so... familiar."

"I am to submerge myself in this tank?" she asked.

"Yes," Mari confirmed. "We've prepared a suit for you. It will be all you need to wear, so that I will be able monitor your neural link and connections."

"Is this test being conducted in secret?" she asked, suspicious of the two.

"Yes and no," Kaworu replied. "For your safety, I cannot allow the powers that be to know about you, not yet anyways. But the information you provide us will be used, but how we acquired it..."

"Let's just keep that our little secret," Mari interjected.

Despite her lingering suspicion, Rei seemed to have little choice, but it seemed she had no choice. "Alright then," her tone was calm and composed. "I shall get dressed."

The hum of machinery grew louder as the chamber's antiquated systems came to life. Rei, dressed in a simple yet functional bodysuit, approached the tank with a calm resolve. The liquid within shimmered with an otherworldly glow, casting an eerie reflection on Rei's face.

"Should something happen," she started, a hint of concern in her voice, but Kaworu swiftly intervened to assuage her fears.

"I will pull you out," he replied, his assurance cutting through the unease that lingered in the air.

Rei, standing on the precipice of the tank, felt the weight of Evangelion Unit-Null. An unsettling and ominous aura surrounded the EVA, a feeling that Rei couldn't quite articulate.

With deliberate movements, she submerged herself into the luminescent fluid. Archaic machinery whirred to life, generating a distorted symphony that resonated with the echoes of a bygone era.

"Ego-border is at 100%, psychological stasis maintained," Mari announced. "Beginning synchronization sequence."

As Rei found herself beginning to fall unconscious within the luminescent fluid, Her soul also began to intertwine with the enigmatic consciousness of Unit-Null.

"Ego is at 80%," Mari reported, her expertise evident as she made subtle adjustments to the control panel. "We've gotta keep her with us."

Kaworu, eyes focused on the data graphs, inquired, "The EVA, is it communicating?"

"Not yet," Mari responded, her attention divided between the controls and the unfolding process. "But a connection has been established. It's almost like...trying to understand something." Mari mused, a perplexed expression crossing her features.

"But what?" Kaworu asked.

"I don't know." Mari replied with a sigh.

some time would pass and the soft hum of machinery and the occasional beep of monitoring devices filled the air. Mari and Kaworu sat before an array of screens, meticulously observing Rei's status.

"She's been in there for a while now." Kaworu said, "Ego border is only at 69%"

"Yeah..."Mari replied, looking over something.

Held Rei in suspended animation, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest were the only visible signs of life in the otherwise still chamber. Kaworu, with an air of cautious optimism, pointed out intricate data on one of the screens, while Mari, ever the vigilant technician, adjusted knobs and double-checked readings.

"Why is it—"

But Suddenly,

Unexpectedly, a dissonant symphony erupted. The primitive systems, strained by the connection attempt, unleashed an unsettling cacophony. The archaic control console flickered erratically, struggling to contain the unleashed energy. The tank, containing both Rei and the essence of Unit-Null, quivered as if resisting the intrusion into its enigmatic realm.

"What's happening?" Kaworu inquired, a sense of urgency colouring his words.

"I don't know." Mari admitted with a hint of frustration. "I've lost control of the system."

Unit-Null had awakened, the mecha roared and thrashed within its restrained confines. The facility shook, a great rumbling set of by the fighting EVA.

"Dammit." Kaworu muttered, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

Chains strained and creaked under immense force and pressure, as the colossal entity sought to break free from the primitive constraints that had held it.

Mari and Kaworu, standing at the control console, witnessed the chaos unfold with mounting dread. Desperation etched across Kaworu's face as he frantically worked to abort the experiment, fingers dancing over the archaic switches and buttons.

The colossal silhouette of Unit-Null, now roaring and bellowing in a primal display of resistance, seemed on the verge of tearing through the restraints. The room trembled as the archaic facility struggled to contain the unleashed force of a sonic roar, nearly collapsing the entire base unto its three inhabitants.

In a last-ditch attempt, Kaworu abandoned the safety of the control console room, his decisive steps taking him straight towards the imposing figure of Evangelion Unit-Null.

"What are you doing?" Mari questioned, her gaze fixated on him, a mix of disbelief and concern evident in her eyes.

"I'm going to calm it down," Kaworu declared, his sense of purpose propelling him forward with determined strides.

"That's insane-" Mari didn't get to finish, as the facility rumbled once more, sending Kaworu running out of the room.

He made his way as quickly as he could, climbing unto the docking platform, a few rooms away from the experimental chamber.

Upon reaching the platform, Kaworu noticed a web of wires and tendrils extending back to the chamber room. Determined, he attempted to disconnect them using the emergency overrides within the room, yet the monstrous figure inside the chamber continued its tumultuous uproar, its screams reaching a nearly unbearable pitch.

Kaworu held his ears as he approached the twisting and contorting giant, fear and concern etched across his face, Kaworu struggled to recall the method to bring it to a standstill. "How did I..."

Stop.

To their collective surprise, the colossal machine halted its frenzied movements, responding to Kaworu's command. He stared in disbelief, contemplating whether he had truly communicated with the enigmatic entity.

Gazing at the neon-ignited lines where the eyes should be, Kaworu couldn't help but wonder,

Are you—

Before he could complete the thought, a giant hand loomed above him, moving with alarming speed, seemingly intent on crushing him.

In a swift and decisive maneuver, Mari managed to override the primitive systems, issuing a cancellation command. The machinery whirred to a sudden halt, the giant hand missing its intended mark.

With the dissonant symphony silenced, and the tank's luminescent glow dimmed. Chains rattled as the Evangelion Unit-Null, caught in the throes of its unleashed rage, gradually subsided into stillness.

The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the heavy breaths of Mari. Anxiety etched on her face.

"Don't ever do that again," Mari's stern voice echoed through the intercom, a reprimand laced with the intensity.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied wearly, staring the now lifeless form of the EVA.

They would later approach the tank to assess the situation. Within the translucent fluid, Rei's form appeared almost lifeless, suspended between the realms of consciousness and oblivion.

As they gently pulled her out, a sudden surge of energy rippled through her suit. Rei, who had been seemingly been asleep with closed eyes, snapped them wide open, revealing an ethereal glow within.

A howling scream erupted from her, muscles tensing, eyes frantically scanning the room as she sought comprehension in the aftermath of the intense synchronization. Kaworu and Mari struggled to restrain her, grappling as she shouted incomprehensible words. In desperation, Mari reached for a syringe, deciding to incapacitate her. T

he struggle left them panting and gasping, the room echoing with the unsettling aftermath.

"What the hell is going on?" Mari demanded, her frustration evident.

"Maybe some part of the Eva's soul still lingers," Kaworu explained, his gaze fixed on the once-again unconscious form of Rei, who continued to whisper strange murmurs in her sleep.

"Lost... child... angel... death."

Curiosity painted Mari's expression as she pressed, "What was that about a child and an angel?"

"I don't know," Kaworu admitted, his gaze still fixed on Rei's still form. "Maybe she can tell us when she wakes up. For now, let's get her upstairs."

Rei's limp form was carefully transferred to a more comfortable setting, away from the hum of machinery and the lingering traces of the experimental chamber.

Later…

Awakening once more to the blue dawn, Rei now found herself in sophisticated room, coloured by the subdued tones of black and grey. The vast Antarctic landscape greeted her through the glass wall, along with the flickering lights of a construction sight, hidden within the snow. The enormity of the bed dominated the space, adding an air of opulence to the room.

"I am still in the Antarctic." she said, staring out at the open view.

Rising from the bed, she moved gracefully through the pristine and minimally designed hallway of the house. The entire residence exuded a sense of model perfection, a carefully crafted environment.

In the living room, Rei discovered Kaworu and Mari engrossed in reviewing complex data. Their expressions betrayed a mix of puzzlement and confusion at her unexpected awakening.

"You're awake," Kaworu greeted her, a hint of surprise in his voice. He started to rise, but Rei motioned for him to remain seated.

"I'm fine," she assured him.

Mari, brimming with curiosity, questioned her well-being. "Are you sure? Cause I've got a whole bunch of questions, and—"

"I know," Rei interjected. "You want me to tell you what I saw, what it said and so I will."

Taking a seat on the nearest couch, Rei began to share her experience. "It was bloody, afraid, and scared. I sensed someone of something in there but, It's seemed to me it was the makings of a child, a lost child searching for something."

"A child." Kaworu asked, "An infant?"

"I cannot say for certain." Rei responded, "but that is what I felt."

Mari pressed for more details. "You said it was searching for something, something like what?"

"I do not know," Rei replied simply. "But that creature should not have been awakened."

"It wasn't." Kaworu said, "It woke itself up."

"What do you mean?" Rei asked, sensing once again she had been kept in the dark.

"The scientists here were part of a routine expedition into the Antarctic region," Kaworu began, his gaze fixed on Rei as he unfolded the tale of Unit-Null's discovery. "They were conducting standard research, geology, glaciology, marine biology, oceanography, geophysics, the usual."

He gestured toward a holographic projection, displaying images of snow-covered landscapes and researchers in specialized cold-weather gear.

"This particular group, however, uncovered an anomaly" Kaworu explained "What looked to be a served hand, buried beneath the ice."

"They thought it was a monolith." Mari added, "buried and hidden beneath the world for god knows how long."

Rei's expression remained composed, absorbing the information with her characteristic calmness. Kaworu continued, "The scientists, driven by curiosity, initiated a meticulous process to excavate and study this monolith, but Little did they know…"

As he spoke, images of scientists in protective suits carefully uncovering the colossal Evangelion emerged in the holographic display. The frozen landscape and the isolation of the Antarctic added an eerie backdrop to the unfolding narrative.

"They were freeing the EVA." Mari said.

"And then...Unit-Null, activated."

The images and corrupted recordings unfolded a dramatic scene—an explosion, a colossal pillar of light, and a subsequent tear in the fabric of the sky, marked by a haunting series of rings with a void at their centre.

"How did they manage to stop it?" Rei inquired.

"They didn't," Kaworu sombrely replied. "It powered down, or rather it got tired...but the breach endured."

"How? I cannot see it." Rei said, looking through the glass unto the open altantic

"It's minuscule, almost imperceptible," Mari explained. "Two millimeters precisely, a diminutive gap 80 kilometres in the air - ready to be torn open."

"It's in the thermosphere." Kaworu chimed in.

"So the Gates of Guf," Rei contemplated.

"Yes," Kaworu confirmed. "They've been opened, giving rise to the angels." Kaworu presented images of an angelic assault on a remote village.

"In the present moment, we have no idea how many Angels there are," Mari stated, her tone contemplative. "Some may even be concealing their presence."

"These children act differently from the Adams we knew," Kaworu observed.

"What do they want?" Rei inquired, but Kaworu simply shrugged, a reflection of his uncertainty, and Mari shared the same sentiment.

"They don't seem to be attacking. In fact, they don't seem to be doing anything. They haven't done anything yet."

"Only once after awakening of EVA Unit-Null did this attack on this remote village happen," Mari clarified, her explanation shedding light on a specific event. "Other than that, based on the data we have, they weren't a hostile threat."

"But are they now?" Rei pressed for clarification.

"We simply do not know," Kaworu replied earnestly. "Until further information is discovered or revealed that would indicate such... I cannot say."

"But they have definitely started moving since the awakening of Unit-Null," Mari added.

"So you believe they signaled some kind of war horn?" Rei probed, using a figure of speech.

"Maybe... maybe not," Kaworu responded, his uncertainty lingering in the air.

The holographic projections flickered, casting an otherworldly glow on the trio—Rei, Kaworu, and Mari.

"I witnessed the aftermath—a landscape marred by death and devastation, but three children survived." Kaworu said

"Their genes began exhibiting anti-Lilian behavior," Mari interjected.

"Hence they were our first subjects." Kaworu continued, "None with the except of one Keita Asari could bond or resonate with Unit-Null."

"Did he-"

"A connection was established, but it never went further than that." Kaworu explained, "not like you, your synchronisation levels were considerably higher than his."

"Now ask yourself why that is?" Mari said, "the same phenomenon, in which you start to loose your status as Lillian-"

"Due to the curse?" Rei said

"Began to affected me, Mari, potentially Ikari and even you," Kaworu continued.

Rei's contemplative silence was interrupted by Mari's mention of a peculiar case. "Perhaps the strangest of these is the case of Mayumi Yamagishi."

"Yamagishi?" Rei repeated, a flicker of recognition crossing her face.

"Tomomi Yamagashi," Mari clarified, "Former defense minister, now a member of the Japanese House of Representatives, working with the U.N."

"Is she, her mother?" Rei queried.

"No, well at least not biologically" Kaworu responded, "the minister, in her benevolence, adopted the child. The orphanage she comes from lacks records; they simply found her."

"She's the most cursed of us all," Mari added, and Rei sensed the weight of that statement.

As the revelation unfolded, Rei voiced her concerns.

"So this new world is under threat, the angels if left unchecked could drag us back into our old lives...but this makes no sense, there are no spears, without the key one cannot open the door."

"And yet Unit-Null did just that." Kaworu said, "Do you understand now."

"Ikari cannot know," Rei insisted urgently.

The atmosphere in the room grew dense at the mere mention of Shinji's name.

"He fought to rid us of all this; you would drag him back into this... nightmare," Rei expressed, a rare moment of emotion breaking through. Kaworu averted his gaze. She was right, but Shinji was unavoidably entwined in this web. No matter how much time they spent avoiding him, he would inevitably be drawn to the centre; it had always unfolded this way.

Rei felt a pang of hurt at his apparent dismissal, but he added, "I'll try to keep him and the world in the dark for as long as I can," he said, "but should everything collapse, then I can't make any promises."

"Fine then." Rei said, "There's not much I can do for anyhow." Mari's gaze shifted to Kaworu, hinting at a tale left untold.

"There's a lot you can do," Kaworu admitted, "but I won't be putting you in an EVA again." His eyes fixed on the Antarctic landscape beyond the glass wall. "I have an idea."

"What do you mean?" Rei probed.

"I'm taking a page out of Gendo Ikari's book." He said

"Nerv?" Rei assumed. However, Kaworu corrected her with a resolute expression.

"Neo-Nerv," he declared, and the hologram on the table came to life, projecting images of a fully realised and upgraded military research and development facility.

"We'll have two main bases." He said, "One in Japan and one here in the south pole."

The holographic projections shifted, revealing intricate blueprints and strategic plans for the impending confrontation.

Kaworu took charge, his voice resonating with authority. "We need to assemble a team—a specialized group of individuals with unique abilities. Each one of them possessing something essential for this endeavour."

Rei listened intently, her stoic expression betraying no emotion. Mari, on the other hand, had a spark in her eye—a familiar glint of excitement and determination.

"Who's funding you?" Rei asked.

"The United Nations, along with a few private companies and investors," Kaworu replied, almost nauseasly. "I answer to a board."

"They call him commander," Mari added.

"Well commander." Rei said, "I'm simply a botanist, definitely not a unique individual."

"On paper you are." Mari said, to Rei's unamusement "The three of us have suspiciously clean records just saying."

"You've already done more than enough," Kaworu replied. "But when the time is right, I will need your help."

"With…"

"I'll tell you when the time comes." Kaworu said. "For now, i thank you for everything, Your plane will be ready in three days, for now enjoy the antarctic resort."

"What about the other pilot, the Shikinami type?" Rei asked, a factor which neither Mari nor Kaworu had considered.

"The princess," Mari said.

"I had forgotten," Kaworu said, only now remembering.

"This complicates things slightly."

"Commander Nagisa!"

Kaworu snapped back to the reality of the black room and faced the board before him.

"Are you even taking any of this seriously?" One of the members asked, frustrated with him.

"We've spent a lot of money on this project of yours, and we've yet to see results," another member voiced his opinion, concerns echoing across the room.

"After we face the coming Angel." Kaworu asserted, "We'll know everything."

"And how are you so certain?" they asked. "So far Shinji Ikari has proven useless, the Agent Soryu may be a spy and you've alienated the only allies you have.""

"The only allies the board has." Kaworu corrected them. "I never once trusted your peones."

"How dare you!" The collective outcry echoed in the room as the stern faces of the board members expressed their disapproval. "Should you fail—"

"Then we all die," Kaworu interjected, his interruption serving as a blunt acknowledgment of the life-or-death stakes of their mission. "I guess your money and threats won't hold much value then."

"You're out of line, Commander," the most prominent member on the board asserted, a figure radiating authority and demanding order.

"Do you even have a plan of attack?"

"Colonel Langley Soryu and Major Ikari have drawn battle plans," Kaworu responded, holding the gaze of the dark silhouette. "I know they will deliver."

"Should you fail," he emphasized, "then you are liable for multiple crimes. Your execution will be grim and quiet... prove us wrong, Commander."

"I will," Kaworu affirmed, and with that declaration, the meeting came to an end.

A tense atmosphere lingered in the room. In the dimly lit space, Kaworu reflected on the enigmatic identity of the prominent member. "Who is he?" he pondered aloud before leaving the room to join Mari, who greeted him with a concerned glance.

"You okay there?" she inquired.

"Yeah." He said, switching to his signature smile. "Just reminiscing."

"Well I'm just letting you know we're all packed and ready for the south pole." Mari said, "We fly at your command."

"Let's get a weeks head start then." He said, determination in his tone. The impending journey to Antarctica loomed ahead, and the weight of their mission pressed on, urging them to prepare for the challenges that awaited.

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Germany…

In the bright morning, where the early sunlight painted a delicate tapestry across the Bavarian landscape.

Asuka Langley Soryu, clad in a form-fitting training suit faced the challenge of the day – a relentless barrage of exercises.

90 degree push-ups, Ring Iron Cross, Human Flag, hanging leg raise, dragon fly's, and many more.

The rhythmic thud of her training shoes against the gym floor echoed the determination that radiated from her every movement.

Asuka's brow glistened with sweat as she executed a final flawless series of pull-ups, each repetition a testament to the unwavering discipline she had cultivated. The hum of the gym equipment served as a backdrop to the symphony of controlled breaths and the occasional grunt of exertion.

To her, this gruelling routine was more than physical conditioning; it was a ritual that anchored her to a sense of control amidst the chaos of their mission.

Just as beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, the gym's entrance swung open, revealing the figures of Ryoji Kaji and Kyoya Kenzaki.

The intrusion didn't falter Asuka's focus. As with one final, powerful pull-up, she descended to the ground, her eyes meeting Kaji's bemused gaze and Kyoya's raised eyebrow.

"You're gonna get yourself killed doing that type of stuff," Kaji remarked, a wry smile playing on his lips as he leaned went to grab his gloves.

Kyoya, ever the pragmatic one, chimed in, "I'm all for staying in shape, but aren't you pushing it a bit too hard, Asuka?"

Asuka, panting but defiant, shot them both a challenging glare. "This is nothing. If I can't handle a little workout, how am I supposed to handle whatever's out there?"

Her words resonated with a determination that hinted at the weight of her past battles.

"A little." He scoffs.

Kaji only exchanged a glance with Kyoya before shrugging. "Fair enough, but just remember, you're not invincible, Asuka."

"Says you." She scoffed back, getting herself ready to head out.

"Before you go, the president of the BND wants to see you; it's about a mission in Japan," Kyoya said.

"Is that why you two are here?" she asked.

"Yes and no. We haven't been told anything, but my guess is—"

"We'll know after you," Kaji interrupted, getting ready to lift his weights. "Maybe, we'll finally get to go home."

"Alright," Asuka said, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I'll see you in the office."

With a nod, she left the gym, her mind already racing with possibilities about the mission that awaited her.

Upon reaching the president's office, she found herself standing before a stern-faced figure, the president of the BND. A folder, thick with classified documents, lay on the desk between them. The president gestured for her to take a seat.

"We've got a situation in Japan," the president began, the gravity of the words etched in their expression. "Unusual activities, and we believe your expertise could be pivotal in handling this."

"I'm just a tactical advisor, sir," Asuka said.

"The record shows you've also worked in the field, back in your CIA days," the director said.

"Yes, but that was some time ago," Asuka replied, her tone a subtle blend of confidence and reservation.

The director leaned forward, hands steepled on the desk. "We need someone with your unique skill set. This mission requires more than strategic insights. It demands hands-on experience, the kind you've proven to possess."

Asuka's gaze flickered towards the folder on the desk, her mind grappling with the memories of past missions.

"Look, Asuka." the director continued, "This is bigger than tactical advice. We need someone who can navigate the complexities of these anomalies."

Anomalies? Asuka wondered

"Someone who can adapt on the ground. The team respects you, and your leadership in the field could make a significant difference."

A moment of contemplative silence hung in the air. Asuka's eyes locked onto the classified documents, realizing that her role might transcend the confines of the advisory desk. The ghosts of her CIA days resurfaced, and with a measured breath, she nodded.

"Alright, I'll do it. But I'm not doing it for you or anyone else. I'm doing it for the mission," Asuka declared, a flicker of determination in her eyes. The director acknowledged her decision with a subtle nod, recognizing that Asuka Langley was not just a tactical advisor; she was a force to be reckoned with, both in strategy and on the front lines.

"You've got a lot of homework to do, colonel." The director said.

"Am I in the military now?" she asked.

"You might as well be." The director replied.

The flight to Japan, briefing…

"The mission brief is simple," Asuka began, her voice commanding the room. "A couple of weeks ago, radars picked up an explosion within a remote area in Japan. Initially, they thought it was a misfire due to a North Korean missile test - but that wasn't the case."

"Japanese are allied with America; North Korea would never hit anywhere near home base, even if it was a misfire." Kaji asserted.

Questions arose as Hawk, one of the Special Agents, sought clarification. "So where did the missile come from?"

"Here's the tricky part: Missile Warning Systems weren't tripped, the Japanese Minister of Defence can attest to that."

Speculation buzzed as Porter, another agent, suggested, "Explosion with no missile, a terror attack?"

"No, much worse." Asuka responded, laying the images on the table for all to see. Kyoya voiced the team's collective confusion, asking, "What the hell am I looking at?"

"An entity of Lovecraftian and biblical proportions. Now we don't know where they come from and what they want? But there may be one man who can tell us."

Images of a silver-haired male graced the table,

"Is that is real hair colour?" Kaji asked.

"Can't say for sure." Asuka's response was guarded. "But he is suspect. Intel says he may be running some kind of shadow organization, or a PMC of sorts. Japanese Public Security doesn't a know a thing about him, nobody does, who is he is or where he came from is an absolute mystery. But one things for certain, he was the first to show up after this creature attacked."

"So they think he planned this, some sort of new biological weapon?" Kaji asked, know full well he was vying of into conspiracy.

"It's our job to find out." Asuka simply replied.

"So, how do we get this bastard?" Kyoya asked, readying himself mentally.

"Public Safety tapped into network cell data and traffic." Asuka replied. "He's scheduled himself to meet with one Rei Ayanami in Tokyo, Chiyoda district. Nagatachō."

"When?" Porter asked.

"A couple of days from now." Asuka answered.

"Who is this Ayanami? A political figure?" Kyoya asked

"Don't know, like him she's a blank slate." Asuka replied, "We're dealing with a whole bunch of ghosts."

"Could be dangerous." Hawk said, "What's the plan on exfil?"

"Syringe." Asuka said, pulling out a weapon the size of telephone charger.

"Poison?" Kaji asked.

"Non-lethal, but it will take them out of commission." She replied. "Afterwards Kyoya you arrive in your vehicle and we get our target to a secure location."

"You think maybe this all for a meeting of representatives?"

"Maybe," Asuka replied, "But the truth is we'll find out when we capture our target."

"Well we've got wind of where he is, so let's move on it," Hawk said.

"Let's follow our mark, and find him." Asuka said, her resounding smile conveying a sense of determination that set the tone for the mission ahead.

Tokyo, Chiyoda district, Nagatachō

Asuka found herself perched at a small table in an open-air restaurant nestled in the heart of Tokyo's Chiyoda district. The morning sunlight bathed the streets in a warm glow, infusing the atmosphere with a subtle blend of tranquillity and urban vigour.

With a steaming cup of coffee in hand, she took in the captivating scene.

Her gaze, though seemingly casual, betrayed a purposeful intent. The rhythm of Nagatachō, with its eclectic charm and hidden narratives, set the stage for the clandestine dance about to unfold.

"This is Hawk, CCTV is online." Hawk said, through the intercom. Asuka picked him up on earpiece.

Kyoya: "Copy Hawk – Visual radio check?"

Kaji: "Check, Red Dragon in position."

Asuka: "Blue Dragon loud and clear."

Porter: "Affirm, eyes on the mark, blue dress."

He was directing their gaze towards Rei, who exuded timeless elegance in her outing dress, a delicate ensemble of soft lavender silk adorned with intricate floral embroidery. A wide-brimmed sunhat perched gracefully atop her onyx hair, casting a gentle shadow over her serene features.

Kyoya: "Good check, can't miss her dressed like that, let's go to work Hawk."

Hawk: "Roger, get ready to move Blue."

Asuka put her coffee down, and stood up, seamlessly blending into the Tokyo crowd, her eyes were sharp, fixated on Rei.

Kyoya: "Keep a low profile blue, we lose her, we lose Nagisa."

"Solid copy." Asuka replied.

With every step, Rei navigated the city with a poise that mirrored her elegant attire.

Hawk: "Blue, maintain a safe distance. Let's not tip our hand."

Asuka subtly adjusted her pace, ensuring they remained inconspicuous as they trailed Rei through the vibrant tapestry of Nagatachō. The morning sunlight played enchanting games with Rei's lavender dress, casting a soft glow around her like a fleeting halo.

Eventually she came to stand by a nearby vendor, her gaze lingering over the array of tempting food options. As the enticing aromas enveloped her, she reached into her bag, retrieving a sleek smartphone.

Hawk: "Press up against Porter, Blue."

Asuka subtly shifted her position, edging closer to Porter, who was intently observing a street performer. She pretended to ask him for directions, their proximity allowing for seamless coordination.

Kaji: "You lost, Blue?"

Asuka: "Just blending in, Red."

Kaji's skeptical chuckle resonated through the earpiece. "If you say so."

Rei, now with her food in hand, resumed her leisurely stroll through the enchanting streets of Nagatachō.

Hawk: "Target's moving, agents."

Kyoya: "If she takes a call or talks to anyone, we need to hear it, Blue."

Asuka: "Copy that. She talks, we'll listen."

Rei's phone buzzed, and she delicately answered the call, her voice a melodic cadence amid the ambient city sounds.

Hawk: "Blue, maintain the audio link. Let us know if there's anything significant."

Asuka concentrated, tuning in to the conversation as Rei spoke. The soft murmur of her voice painted an intriguing narrative, the words veiled in mystery.

Kyoya: "Blue, any hints on the nature of the call?"

Asuka strained to decipher the dialogue, her earpiece relaying every nuanced inflection of Rei's conversation.

Asuka: "It's vague, but she mentioned something about 'meeting at the usual place.'"

Kaji: "Sounds like we're getting closer."

Asuka: "Keeping eyes on target. She's heading towards the National Diet Building."

Porter: "Affirm, maintaining visual contact."

As the team orchestrated their covert surveillance, the rhythm of the city continued its dance around them. Rei's graceful figure, framed by the architectural majesty of Nagatachō, created an almost surreal juxtaposition of elegance and urban dynamism.

Kyoya: "Hawk, any anomalies on the CCTV?"

Hawk: "Positive, we have sights of silver heard male a few blocks down."

The revelation sent a ripple of anticipation through the team. The enigmatic silver-haired figure had emerged on the surveillance grid.

Kaji: "We're in business. Keep an eye on that silver-haired mystery man…Kaworu Nagisa is found"

Asuka: "B.D, maintaining visual on the mark."

The team adjusted their positions, maintaining a discreet distance as Rei, seemingly guided by an unseen force, continued her stroll through the labyrinthine streets.

Porter: "Ayanami and Nagisa are converging near the historic shrine."

Hawk: "Roger that. Blue, stay sharp."

Asuka's gaze intensified as Rei and Kaworu drew closer to each other.

Kyoya: "Hawk, any chatter on the wire? Anything from their interaction?"

Hawk: "Negative, they're silent. Looks like a meeting of conspirators."

Asuka: "No verbal exchange detected. Something's definitely brewing."

The tension mounted as the team observed the mysterious rendezvous.

Kaji: "R.D, keeping an eye on the surroundings. We don't want surprises."

Rei and Kaworu stood in silent communion, the world around them fading into the background. Asuka, ever vigilant, absorbed every detail, sensing that this encounter held the key to unravelling the enigma of the strange creatures.

Kyoya: "They're in a public space, extraction is impossible."

Asuka: "We'll just have to wait it out."

After about a 10 minutes, the two separated.

Kaworu, with a sense of purpose, ventured into a secluded direction, following a shortcut that led toward the imposing National Diet Building.

Rei, on the other hand, gracefully retreated into the bustling streets, the threads of her lavender dress trailing behind her.

Asuka: "Blue dragon, Kaworu Nagisa is headed towards the National Diet Building."

Kaji: "Red dragon, Ayanami Rei is on the move."

Kyoya: "Red tail Ayanami for exfil, Blue tail Nagisa."

Kaji: "Copy that, On her tail."

Asuka, ever the vigilant Blue Dragon, recalibrated her focus. Kaworu's solitary journey toward the political epicentre presented a unique opportunity for challenge.

Asuka: "Kyoya, I'm on Kaworu. Maintaining a safe distance."

Kyoya: "Copy that, Blue. Keep us posted."

With calculated precision, he disappeared into the labyrinthine paths leading to the National Diet Building.

Asuka gave slight chase, but couldn't find him amongst the corridors.

"Shit." She said, before barely noticing him again,

The city streets witnessed this subtle shift in the covert operation. Kaji, blending seamlessly with the crowd, shadowed Rei through the vibrant thoroughfares.

Asuka, hidden within the ebb and flow of Tokyo's rhythm, paced after Kaworu as he approached the threshold of political significance.

Porter: "Red Dragon, any signs of trouble?"

Kaji: "Negative. Rei's path is clear for now."

The team, now dispersed between the streets and the political enclave, continued their silent pursuit.

Kyoya: "Blue, keep an eye on Kaworu. We need to know what he's up to in there."

There was no response.

Kyoya: "Blue? blue dragon?"

Hawk: "Blue dragon is lost."

Porter: "Heading towards blue's last known location."

Asuka found herself caught in the unexpected clash with the enigmatic mask-wearing woman. The mysterious figure moved with a fluid grace, her every motion an intricate dance. The streets of Nagatachō became an impromptu arena, witnessing the clash of two skilled operatives.

Kyoya: "Blue, report in. What's happening?"

There was only the distant sounds of the skirmish, the rhythmic exchange of blows and the occasional shuffle of feet against the pavement. The mask-wearing woman, seemed to possess a skill set that matched Asuka's own.

Kaji: "What's going on Hawk?"

Hawk: "Red stay focused on Ayanami, Porter will get to Blue's location. We can't afford to lose her."

Porter: "On my way."

In the midst of strikes and parries, Asuka attempted to regain control of the situation.

Kyoya: "Blue, respond! What's going on?"

The sounds of the struggle intensified, the clash echoing through the narrow streets. Porter, determined to provide support, navigated the maze-like paths of Nagatachō as fast as he could

Hawk: "Porter, hurry up. We need to find out who this woman is and why she's targeting us."

Porter: "Almost there."

Porter reached Asuka just in time to witness the shocking scene. She was surprisingly on the losing end of the fight, struggling to regain her bearings.

The mask-haired woman, with an elusive grace, delivered a final blow that left Asuka half-dizzy.

"Shit, blue!" Porter caught her, and In a swift motion, the mysterious adversary disengaged and vanished into the bustling crowd.

Asuka, still recovering, steadied herself with Porter's support. The enigmatic woman had managed to slip away, leaving behind more questions than answers.

"Who was she? What did she want?" he asked.

"I don't know." Asuka replied, catching her breath. She could only shake her head. The encounter had been unexpected, and the mysterious assailant had proven to be a formidable adversary.

"We need to regroup with the others." He said grabbing his earpiece, "Kyoya's waiting for an update."

Asuka nodded, the determination in her eyes undiminished by the setback.

Asuka: "Hawk come in."

There was silence.

Asuka: "Hawk…Hawk!"

Hawk: "Coming in blue we have a situation."

Porter: "What is it?"

Hawk linked their radio's with a sigh. There was static and then.

Kaworu: "Hello, I noticed you've been following me?"

Asuka: "How did you get on these comms?"

Porter: "These belong to red."

Asuka: "Where is he?"

Kaworu: "Calm down he's fine….I hate violence, Ayanami took him out."

Porter: "What?"

Kaworu: "She's more capable than she looks."

Asuka: "What do you want?"

Kaworu: "I want to talk, no other eyes but us."

Hawk: "You're proposing an exchange?"

Kaworu: "no, this isn't some ransom, You'll get your red dragon, just meet me at the theatre, just you three, in about 3 hours or so."

Asuka: "And if we don't agree?"

Kaworu: "Well then, I guess we're all in trouble in the media than."

Asuka looked to Porter, she knew they had no choice.

Asuka: "Fine…but no funny business, you shoot we shoot."

Kaworu: "Agreed."

With that the call ended, Asuka looked to porter.

"Shit." She said,

"We underestimated them." He replied, "must've been ghost operatives."

At the theatre.

Asuka treaded cautiously through the unfamiliar halls, flanked by Porter and Hawk, their watchful eyes trailing her every move. The descent down the stairs revealed Kaworu, comfortably settled in one of the rows.

"Ah, yes," He acknowledged, rising to greet her. Despite the public setting and an ongoing rehearsal on stage, the atmosphere welcomed visitors, restricting Asuka from resorting to any aggressive actions.

"Asuka Langley Shikinami," he stated, offering a handshake. "Or is it Soryu nowadays?"

Ignoring the gesture, Asuka seated herself, noting two additional figures. The masked woman unmasked herself, revealing a half-Asian countenance with Eurocentric features reminiscent of Britain. Behind her stood Rei Ayanami, and not far away lay the unconscious form of Kaji.

"Dumbass." She said

"Heya, princess," the now unmasked woman greeted, her tone casual.

In response, Asuka shot her a disdainful stare, silently conveying her irritation.

"Ouch." Mari said, making a fake sad face.

"A pleasure to meet you." Rei also extended a greeting.

Asuka's mind echoed with a singular concern – her team had been compromised, a mole within their ranks. Kaworu, seemingly attuned to her thoughts, addressed the looming suspicion.

"Your team hasn't been compromised," He stated, his attention still on the unfolding rehearsal. "If that's what you were thinking...and if there was mole, it certainly wouldn't be in your team, maybe...the BND."

Wearied by the unfolding complexities, Asuka cut to the chase.

"What do you want?" she asked, her patience waning.

"Simple," Kaworu replied without missing a beat. "I want what you want, and what you want is intel, correct?"

Asuka eyed Kaworu with a mixture of skepticism and frustration. This intricate dance of espionage is the precise reason she left the field. She couldn't deny the allure of gathering intel, yet the circumstances and the players involved added layers of uncertainty.

"What kind of game are you playing?" Asuka said, her sharp gaze piercing through the enigmatic facade that Kaworu wore.

Kaworu, unfazed by her directness, leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the unfolding performance. "No game... Asuka. Just a convergence of interests. Your objectives align with ours more than you may realize."

From a distance Porter and Hawk exchanged wary glances, both equally uneasy about the situation. but suddenly

"Cut the cryptic crap and tell us what you want," Porter interjected, voicing the collective impatience of the BND operatives.

Kaworu's voice cut through the tension in the room, addressing Agent Porter with a hint of amusement. "You might want to work on your technique; I could hear you from a mile away."

Hawk, positioned prominently with a concealed but ready firearm, chimed in,

"What about me?" he said, questioning Kaworu's restraint.

"You're not going to shoot me in a public space, are you?" Kaworu's response was met with an admission from Hawk. "I'm tempted."

"Feisty," Mari commented, observing the verbal sparring.

Asuka intervened, her authoritative tone cutting through the rising tension. "Stand down," she instructed both Hawk and Porter. "Just tell us what you know."

Kaworu, seemingly at ease, delved into an explanation. "The creature that attacked the village is entity dubbed the Codename ANGEL. I arrived on the scene first because, one, prior to the event I had been researching strange phenomena around the world, and two, I work for Japanese Public Safety."

"So they lied to us?" Porter realised, also beginning to suspect a mole.

"Or he could be lying." Hawk said, "Could've easily cleared his own file."

"No, that one is a mystery even to me," Kaworu admitted, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his usually composed demeanour.

Hawk, irritated by the enigmatic smile on Kaworu's face, pressed further. "You think this is funny?"

"No, it's just so intriguing," Kaworu responded, leaving an air of ambiguity lingering in the room.

"If you knew this whole time, why not contact us?" Asuka inquired, her voice edged with a mixture of frustration and suspicion.

"Because you seemed adamant on kidnapping me," Kaworu retorted. "You've already painted me as a target and were ready to ship me off to the next country to do whatever horrible things."

"You're exaggerating," Hawk interjected defensively.

"I'm not, or did she not tell you?" Kaworu redirected the agents' eyes to Asuka.

"It's confidential…" Asuka responded cautiously, eyeing Kaworu suspiciously. "How did you know?"

There was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on.

"The angels, where do they come from?" Hawk pressed on.

"I don't know," Kaworu replied.

"Don't know or won't tell us?"

Kaworu simply shrugged in response. "You can decide for yourself."

"You still haven't told us what you want?" Asuka said.

"Connect me to the BND." Kaworu requested, "With that I will assure that your mission was not a failure and they can put me in contact with higher powers."

"You played us." Hawk said, realising "Right from the beginning."

"No." He said, "I only used the chance opening you provided for me."

Asuka took a moment to seriously contemplate on the matter. "Fine, we'll call the director." she said. "just give us back Ryoji Kaji."

she wasn't worried about exposing names, this guy looks like he already knew everything.

"I thank you for your kindness." Kaworu said, "the world could use more of that."

it wasn't a kindness, it was a forced play, he simply had the better hand, or so he thought.

Germany...

"Kaworu Nagisa is a dangerous man, with insights well beyond human." The director said, "This is a four to five year mission, even longer if everything we suspect of him is true."

"So what, we help him build his PMC to fight of these angels, and then what? why not contact him directly?" Asuka asked.

"Because he doesn't want politics to be involved, he's trying to turn this into some humanitarian front, By working alongside him indirectly, we gain the advantage of observing his actions without revealing our full hand." the director said, "let him believe he's manipulating us, he needs to think he's one step ahead."

"And what is our hand in this exactly... What's our play?" Asuka inquired.

"The same thing it's always been," the director replied, a smile playing on his lips as he looked out the window.

"Same thing it's always been, huh?" Asuka pondered in a whisper.

On the balcony, Porter spoke to Asuka, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Fail the mission, get on his good side, become his friend, we destroy this from inside out, and take the spoils after."

Hawk, familiar with the covert strategies, commented, "CIA type shit."

"Welcome to my world," Asuka replied, acknowledging the intricacies of their clandestine endeavours.

Curious, Porter inquired, "Why aren't Kyoya and Kaji in this?"

"Because they're working for him," Asuka revealed. "And possibly a few other parties."

"Shit," Hawk muttered nonchalantly.

"That's just the game we play," Asuka responded, her tone reflecting the harsh realities of their mission. "They'll basically make sure we fail, they relay our info over to him."

"Once we get close," Hawk added.

"We win him over with reluctance and blackmail," Porter finished, outlining their dangerous game plan.

"You'll stick to the shadows after that. I'll come back home for a while, get myself ready for the Colonel position. Everything after is dark, forget who you are if you have too, the activation phrase is Zweiter Eindruck." Asuka declared. "I'll watch out for Mari Makinami, MI6 agents, and scientists."

"This one's gonna be a long one," Hawk acknowledged.

"Yeah, a long one," Asuka concurred, the weight of the mission settling in on her.

Antarctica...present time.

Fighter jets, and helicopters carved patterns in the crisp air as the Neo-NERV battle facility emerged from the icy cold landscape, a colossal structure camouflaged against the desolate white. The rhythmic thumping of helicopter blades heralded the descent of Asuka and Shinji, Who were awaited by Kaworu and Satsuki on the ground.

As the helicopter touched down,

"Welcome to Antarctica," Kaworu said, gesturing toward the icy expanse.

Taking in the grandeur of the surroundings, Shinji couldn't help but express his awe. "I gotta say, it's impressive," he admitted, approaching him along with Asuka.

Soldiers, clad in uniforms adorned with the symbols Nerv, moved with purpose through the sprawling compound. The clang of boots against metal echoed with determination, with the rush of adrenaline, the hum of machinery, and the palpable sense of camaraderie hanging in the air.

All the while other helicopters whirred with a rhythmic urgency, shuttling personnel to and fro.

The air buzzed with an electric energy as the facility throbbed with the relentless pulse of military life.

"Yes, yes," Satsuki remarked, "but you can practically see the angel now. Whatever you two have planned, you have a week to test it, and the mission to execute it."

Shinji assured her, "The children aren't far off. I can assure you they are ready."

Satsuki, probing for specifics, asked, "Even Mayumi?"

"Yes," Shinji replied, taking her inquiry to heart.

"We'll be ready," Asuka reassured. "But first, let's get somewhere warm."