GendoÆs Need
Disclaimer: I donÆt own this series or any other series. I am just floating an idea. I am making no money, nor plan to, off this venture. If you think of suing me over this, then grow up.
I would like to first personally thank all of those reviewing my stories. I enjoy reading your comments, and try to correct the grammatical errors I miss with my final read-through as well as my spell checkers. The suggestions you all make will help make this story better for everyone to enjoy, as well as allow my to fix some plot holes I may unintentionally leave. If you find any, let me know, and I will correct them and repost the chapters.
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Shinji felt a headache coming on.
Now it wasnÆt your normal headache most people get for one reason or another. Those werenÆt too bad for the last blood male Ikari.
No; these were the headaches he got when he knew his father had just done something stupid.
And we arenÆt talking about ôI just got these real cheap off an infomercialö stupid.
We are talking ôthe World Court is now in sessionö stupid.
And it all started because of the binder Misato had given him as they entered the Geo-Front.
NERV. God is in his heaven, and all is right with the world. ôMy fatherÆs in charge, isnÆt he?ö
ôOf course, heùö
ôOh God, not another damn cult!ö
Misato could only blink. ôWhat do you mean ænot another damn cultÆ?ö
Shinji sighed. ôMost people look for new friends, enjoy a night on the town, or have some ice cream, if they feel depressed. My father gets involved with cults.ö
ôReally?ö Misato asked, thinking it was all a joke.
ôHeÆs been linked to ten of them, started seven.ö
ôWell I can assure you Shinji that NERV is not a cult. The Angels are very real.ö
He could only look at her with a disbelieving stare. ôHe had an entire city convinced he was the wielder of the Seven Dragonballs and that he had summoned the Eternal Dragon.ö
She could only gape. ôWhat?ö
ôIt was all done with holograms run by some down-on-his-luck Hollywood special effects man.
ôAnd thatÆs not even the worst. The worst was this cult he made before I was even born. He got these people together and took them to Antarctica. Called it æthe Worshippers of AdamÆ.ö
Misato paled.
ôYeah; had promised them that they were going on some spaceship to leave humanity behind, or some shit like that. IÆm still not certain how he melted all that ice. My moneyÆs on a nuclear bomb with thermal shielding being lowered into that active volcano they discovered before it happened.ö
Misato was starting to freak out. Ritsuko had told her one time that maybe her father had been there to protect her and humanity from Adam, somewhat of a æmajor actionÆ to prove himself in his daughterÆs eyes.
And now she learns the whole Katsuragi Expedition was a cult!
Shinji waved his hand in front of her. ôMan; just what I needed, another cult-head.ö
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Ritsuko could only stare as Shinji continued to lead the catatonic Misato around like a seeing-eye dog. ôWhat did you tell her?ö
ôJust some of the idiotic and illegal activities my father was involved in,ö said Shinji. ôSo; whatÆs your position in this cult?ö
ôWe are not a cult,ö she growled out. ôI am the chairperson of Project E, Technical Department Division 1; Dr. Ritsuko Akagi. I work with the Evangelions, which we use to fight the Angels.ö
Shinji nodded. ôIn other words, youÆre sleeping with my dad.ö
ôTHAT HAS NOTHING TO... I mean, what gives you that idea?ö
Shinji sighed. ôGreat; so what does my father want to do with me this time? Character witness? Be some holy prophet? Dress up as Son Goku? Maybe IÆm supposed to be the holy groom of some girl heÆs duped into helping him?ö
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In the Medical Bay, a certain pale-skinned girl sneezed, before she cringed in pain.
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ôGod help him if it involves a fuku,ö growled Shinji. ôI am not dressing up for some fucking Sailor Moon cult again. That pink hair dye stayed in for weeks, and those red contacts had people throwing what they said was holy water, on me. But Holy Water doesnÆt smell like cheap vodka.ö
ôShinji?ö
ôOh; and we had those damn pedophiles, asking if IÆd like to see the ædark side of their moonsÆ; fucking bastard.ö
ôShinji?ö
ôThen there was that time he was going to have me be Jesus Christ and walk on water. I canÆt even fucking swim and the jackass expected me to walk across a god-damned lake in the middle of the rainy season!ö
ôSHINJI!ö screamed Ritsuko.
ôWhat?ö he asked.
Misato just looked around. ôHowÆd I get here? Rits? You wonÆt believe this weird dream I had.ö
Rubbing her head, Ritsuko continued on to the Eva-bay. She wasnÆt getting paid enough for this.
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ôThis is mankindÆs greatest weapon against the Angels. The biomechanical fighting machine; Evangelion Unit 01!ö proclaimed Ritsuko. ôStill think this is some fucking cult?ö
Shinji shrugged. ôHis last cult had three N2 bombs and a device that could create tsunamis. The fact he managed to build a robot this time doesnÆt change anything.ö
ôHello, son.ö
The group arched their heads upwards, spotting Gendo Ikari standing before an observation window.
Shinji sighed. ôGreat; heÆs in æIÆm your new GodÆ mode.ö He turned back to his father. ôYouÆre off the medication again, arenÆt you?ö
ôI do not require any.ö
ôYou expect me to believe this is all real?ö
ôI am working for the UN.ö
ôThe UN as in United Nations based in Neo-Berlin, or UN as in something you just made up?ö
ô... That does not matter.ö
Misato, Ritsuko, and the assembled support crew could only blink.
Shinji just sighed again. ôAnd why are we fighting these ... Angels?ö
ôTo prevent the end of humanity.ö
ôThatÆs new,ö said Shinji. ôUsually; your cults are trying to wipe us out.ö
ôI do not know what you are talking about?ö
ôDoes the incident the UN called Second Impact ring any bells, Servant of Adam?ö
ôThat was a false calling, this is real.ö
ôNOOOOOO!ö cried Misato. ôMy daddy couldnÆt have brought me into a cult!ö
Everyone ignored the crying cult-baby.
ôYou will pilot Unit 01 and defeat the Angel,ö said Gendo.
Shinji looked at him with lidded eyes. ôAnd this is a real Angel, not some machine you cooked up to keep your job?ö
ôI donÆt know what you are insinuating.ö
ôLet me remind you then. YOU HAD ME PILOT A DAMN GOJIRA (Godzilla for the uninitiated) TO ATTACK TOKYO WHEN I WAS THREE!ö
Misato stopped crying, as did everyone else, as ShinjiÆs statement. They all remembered the footage of a real Gojira attacking what remained of Old Tokyo. ôShinji,ö said Ritsuko, ôwhy did he do that?ö
Shinji sighed. ôHe wanted control of his own base of scantily clad women, and formed a cult based on the idea that he and he alone could defeat them.
ôYou have no idea how traumatic it was. Every time I pushed a button marked æEXITÆ, the only thing the button actually did was to have it attack. And every damn button was marked that.ö
ôI still recall no such event.ö
ôYou recall the beating Mother gave you for almost sterilizing me because you were too cheap to pay for effective radiation shielding?ö
ô... Yui never could understand me.ö
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In the Bridge, the group could only stare as their beloved (cough-wonÆt die-cough) leader slowly proved his madness.
Fuyutsuki sighed. ôYui; I warned you he was nuts.ö
Maya gulped. ôAre we really in a cult?ö
Shigeru shrugged. ôDo cults give you a paycheck?ö
ôYou get paid?ö said Makoto in amazement.
The other two techs and the Sub-Commander turned to face the lone bridge bunny. ôOf course we do,ö said Fuyutsuki. ôWe are still a sanctioned UN organization. We follow the UN charter.ö
Makoto nodded.
ôIf you arenÆt getting paid, Makoto,ö started Maya, ôthen why do you work here?ö
Makoto stood straight at attention, surprising the others. ôI have sworn to serve the High Priest of Lilith; Gendo Ikari, All-Master of the World, in gratitude for his granting of my wish to be wed to the woman promised to me!ö
Fuyutsuki sighed. ôYou do realize that Gendo doesnÆt have the power to marry anyone?ö
Makoto started to cry, pulling out a pictureùcomputer-generated of courseùof his and MisatoÆs wedding day. ôBut it has to be real.ö
Shigeru wanted to give his crazy friend some hope. ôLook at it this way, man; at least you didnÆt follow some stupid order like æall male members must be eunuchsÆ or something like that.ö
Makoto sunk to his knees, balling his eyes out. ôHe promised theyÆd be returned after Lilith ascended the world!ö
The others could only stare at Fuyutsuki.
Finding himself sighing once again, he walked to the CommanderÆs Station. ôIÆll call the UN and ask he be relieved of duty. Maybe they can do something for Makoto as well.ö
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Up above this all, Sachiel sighed as he continued to tear apart the city.
He had been a kind Angel, never wanting to cause bloodshed.
Of course, try explaining that to his old man. For the last fifteen years, all that the commonality that all Angels shared, was filled with the rantings of the All-Father for his fallen disciple.
Adam had offered the Lilim ultimate power.
And the fool threw it away for a few million yen in life insurance policies on his team, as well as to hide his relationship with a visiting scientist; Soryu-something. Add to that the rants of the disciple complaining about ônot getting his desired bride of purple locksö, and the bastard had tried to wipe them all out with a single bomb.
So to shut their father up, the Angels decided they would track down this Lilim and crush him, if for nothing else than to have some peace and quiet.
ôGendo Ikari; get your ass out here right now!ö bellowed the green monster.
Too bad he didnÆt develop vocal cords that could speak Japanese. It would have saved everyone a lot of trouble.
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Gendo stared as hard as he could at his son. Why was he resisting him? Did he not know his place in this new world? Did he not know of all the sacrifices Gendo had made for him? Hell, he had even lined up two half-sisters so that a new Master Race could be born.
Perhaps I should have summoned Soryu here as well. Too bad Rei is so banged up. HeÆd do it for some eye-candy.
Hmm; perhaps I should offer him Misato and Ritsuko. They are well formed.
But before he could make the offer that would have had his current and former wanted lovers trying to kill him, Shinji sighed. ôIÆll do it. But I swear to God that if I crack this thing open and a guy falls out; IÆm putting a bullet in your head.
ôEven if itÆs real; youÆre going back on your medication.ö
ôI do not need them.ö
Shinji sighed as Ritsuko lead him to get ready to pilot Unit 01. ôSomeone shoot him,ö he muttered.
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*****Keep going?
Disclaimer: I donÆt own this series or any other series. I am just floating an idea. I am making no money, nor plan to, off this venture. If you think of suing me over this, then grow up.
I would like to first personally thank all of those reviewing my stories. I enjoy reading your comments, and try to correct the grammatical errors I miss with my final read-through as well as my spell checkers. The suggestions you all make will help make this story better for everyone to enjoy, as well as allow my to fix some plot holes I may unintentionally leave. If you find any, let me know, and I will correct them and repost the chapters.
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Shinji felt a headache coming on.
Now it wasnÆt your normal headache most people get for one reason or another. Those werenÆt too bad for the last blood male Ikari.
No; these were the headaches he got when he knew his father had just done something stupid.
And we arenÆt talking about ôI just got these real cheap off an infomercialö stupid.
We are talking ôthe World Court is now in sessionö stupid.
And it all started because of the binder Misato had given him as they entered the Geo-Front.
NERV. God is in his heaven, and all is right with the world. ôMy fatherÆs in charge, isnÆt he?ö
ôOf course, heùö
ôOh God, not another damn cult!ö
Misato could only blink. ôWhat do you mean ænot another damn cultÆ?ö
Shinji sighed. ôMost people look for new friends, enjoy a night on the town, or have some ice cream, if they feel depressed. My father gets involved with cults.ö
ôReally?ö Misato asked, thinking it was all a joke.
ôHeÆs been linked to ten of them, started seven.ö
ôWell I can assure you Shinji that NERV is not a cult. The Angels are very real.ö
He could only look at her with a disbelieving stare. ôHe had an entire city convinced he was the wielder of the Seven Dragonballs and that he had summoned the Eternal Dragon.ö
She could only gape. ôWhat?ö
ôIt was all done with holograms run by some down-on-his-luck Hollywood special effects man.
ôAnd thatÆs not even the worst. The worst was this cult he made before I was even born. He got these people together and took them to Antarctica. Called it æthe Worshippers of AdamÆ.ö
Misato paled.
ôYeah; had promised them that they were going on some spaceship to leave humanity behind, or some shit like that. IÆm still not certain how he melted all that ice. My moneyÆs on a nuclear bomb with thermal shielding being lowered into that active volcano they discovered before it happened.ö
Misato was starting to freak out. Ritsuko had told her one time that maybe her father had been there to protect her and humanity from Adam, somewhat of a æmajor actionÆ to prove himself in his daughterÆs eyes.
And now she learns the whole Katsuragi Expedition was a cult!
Shinji waved his hand in front of her. ôMan; just what I needed, another cult-head.ö
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Ritsuko could only stare as Shinji continued to lead the catatonic Misato around like a seeing-eye dog. ôWhat did you tell her?ö
ôJust some of the idiotic and illegal activities my father was involved in,ö said Shinji. ôSo; whatÆs your position in this cult?ö
ôWe are not a cult,ö she growled out. ôI am the chairperson of Project E, Technical Department Division 1; Dr. Ritsuko Akagi. I work with the Evangelions, which we use to fight the Angels.ö
Shinji nodded. ôIn other words, youÆre sleeping with my dad.ö
ôTHAT HAS NOTHING TO... I mean, what gives you that idea?ö
Shinji sighed. ôGreat; so what does my father want to do with me this time? Character witness? Be some holy prophet? Dress up as Son Goku? Maybe IÆm supposed to be the holy groom of some girl heÆs duped into helping him?ö
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In the Medical Bay, a certain pale-skinned girl sneezed, before she cringed in pain.
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ôGod help him if it involves a fuku,ö growled Shinji. ôI am not dressing up for some fucking Sailor Moon cult again. That pink hair dye stayed in for weeks, and those red contacts had people throwing what they said was holy water, on me. But Holy Water doesnÆt smell like cheap vodka.ö
ôShinji?ö
ôOh; and we had those damn pedophiles, asking if IÆd like to see the ædark side of their moonsÆ; fucking bastard.ö
ôShinji?ö
ôThen there was that time he was going to have me be Jesus Christ and walk on water. I canÆt even fucking swim and the jackass expected me to walk across a god-damned lake in the middle of the rainy season!ö
ôSHINJI!ö screamed Ritsuko.
ôWhat?ö he asked.
Misato just looked around. ôHowÆd I get here? Rits? You wonÆt believe this weird dream I had.ö
Rubbing her head, Ritsuko continued on to the Eva-bay. She wasnÆt getting paid enough for this.
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ôThis is mankindÆs greatest weapon against the Angels. The biomechanical fighting machine; Evangelion Unit 01!ö proclaimed Ritsuko. ôStill think this is some fucking cult?ö
Shinji shrugged. ôHis last cult had three N2 bombs and a device that could create tsunamis. The fact he managed to build a robot this time doesnÆt change anything.ö
ôHello, son.ö
The group arched their heads upwards, spotting Gendo Ikari standing before an observation window.
Shinji sighed. ôGreat; heÆs in æIÆm your new GodÆ mode.ö He turned back to his father. ôYouÆre off the medication again, arenÆt you?ö
ôI do not require any.ö
ôYou expect me to believe this is all real?ö
ôI am working for the UN.ö
ôThe UN as in United Nations based in Neo-Berlin, or UN as in something you just made up?ö
ô... That does not matter.ö
Misato, Ritsuko, and the assembled support crew could only blink.
Shinji just sighed again. ôAnd why are we fighting these ... Angels?ö
ôTo prevent the end of humanity.ö
ôThatÆs new,ö said Shinji. ôUsually; your cults are trying to wipe us out.ö
ôI do not know what you are talking about?ö
ôDoes the incident the UN called Second Impact ring any bells, Servant of Adam?ö
ôThat was a false calling, this is real.ö
ôNOOOOOO!ö cried Misato. ôMy daddy couldnÆt have brought me into a cult!ö
Everyone ignored the crying cult-baby.
ôYou will pilot Unit 01 and defeat the Angel,ö said Gendo.
Shinji looked at him with lidded eyes. ôAnd this is a real Angel, not some machine you cooked up to keep your job?ö
ôI donÆt know what you are insinuating.ö
ôLet me remind you then. YOU HAD ME PILOT A DAMN GOJIRA (Godzilla for the uninitiated) TO ATTACK TOKYO WHEN I WAS THREE!ö
Misato stopped crying, as did everyone else, as ShinjiÆs statement. They all remembered the footage of a real Gojira attacking what remained of Old Tokyo. ôShinji,ö said Ritsuko, ôwhy did he do that?ö
Shinji sighed. ôHe wanted control of his own base of scantily clad women, and formed a cult based on the idea that he and he alone could defeat them.
ôYou have no idea how traumatic it was. Every time I pushed a button marked æEXITÆ, the only thing the button actually did was to have it attack. And every damn button was marked that.ö
ôI still recall no such event.ö
ôYou recall the beating Mother gave you for almost sterilizing me because you were too cheap to pay for effective radiation shielding?ö
ô... Yui never could understand me.ö
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In the Bridge, the group could only stare as their beloved (cough-wonÆt die-cough) leader slowly proved his madness.
Fuyutsuki sighed. ôYui; I warned you he was nuts.ö
Maya gulped. ôAre we really in a cult?ö
Shigeru shrugged. ôDo cults give you a paycheck?ö
ôYou get paid?ö said Makoto in amazement.
The other two techs and the Sub-Commander turned to face the lone bridge bunny. ôOf course we do,ö said Fuyutsuki. ôWe are still a sanctioned UN organization. We follow the UN charter.ö
Makoto nodded.
ôIf you arenÆt getting paid, Makoto,ö started Maya, ôthen why do you work here?ö
Makoto stood straight at attention, surprising the others. ôI have sworn to serve the High Priest of Lilith; Gendo Ikari, All-Master of the World, in gratitude for his granting of my wish to be wed to the woman promised to me!ö
Fuyutsuki sighed. ôYou do realize that Gendo doesnÆt have the power to marry anyone?ö
Makoto started to cry, pulling out a pictureùcomputer-generated of courseùof his and MisatoÆs wedding day. ôBut it has to be real.ö
Shigeru wanted to give his crazy friend some hope. ôLook at it this way, man; at least you didnÆt follow some stupid order like æall male members must be eunuchsÆ or something like that.ö
Makoto sunk to his knees, balling his eyes out. ôHe promised theyÆd be returned after Lilith ascended the world!ö
The others could only stare at Fuyutsuki.
Finding himself sighing once again, he walked to the CommanderÆs Station. ôIÆll call the UN and ask he be relieved of duty. Maybe they can do something for Makoto as well.ö
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Up above this all, Sachiel sighed as he continued to tear apart the city.
He had been a kind Angel, never wanting to cause bloodshed.
Of course, try explaining that to his old man. For the last fifteen years, all that the commonality that all Angels shared, was filled with the rantings of the All-Father for his fallen disciple.
Adam had offered the Lilim ultimate power.
And the fool threw it away for a few million yen in life insurance policies on his team, as well as to hide his relationship with a visiting scientist; Soryu-something. Add to that the rants of the disciple complaining about ônot getting his desired bride of purple locksö, and the bastard had tried to wipe them all out with a single bomb.
So to shut their father up, the Angels decided they would track down this Lilim and crush him, if for nothing else than to have some peace and quiet.
ôGendo Ikari; get your ass out here right now!ö bellowed the green monster.
Too bad he didnÆt develop vocal cords that could speak Japanese. It would have saved everyone a lot of trouble.
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Gendo stared as hard as he could at his son. Why was he resisting him? Did he not know his place in this new world? Did he not know of all the sacrifices Gendo had made for him? Hell, he had even lined up two half-sisters so that a new Master Race could be born.
Perhaps I should have summoned Soryu here as well. Too bad Rei is so banged up. HeÆd do it for some eye-candy.
Hmm; perhaps I should offer him Misato and Ritsuko. They are well formed.
But before he could make the offer that would have had his current and former wanted lovers trying to kill him, Shinji sighed. ôIÆll do it. But I swear to God that if I crack this thing open and a guy falls out; IÆm putting a bullet in your head.
ôEven if itÆs real; youÆre going back on your medication.ö
ôI do not need them.ö
Shinji sighed as Ritsuko lead him to get ready to pilot Unit 01. ôSomeone shoot him,ö he muttered.
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