This is a sequel to EOE. It picks up right from the ending of EOE and any time jumps will be very small ones. Unlike, some other fan fics here, this is not going to be primarily a romatic novelization of any sort. Character analysis and relationship development will be important here, but I do plan on keeping this a science fiction based story with psychological drama. Mechas will be back, but, I'm not going to annul the ending of EOE by reviving all the angels, or resetting character development or anything like that(though the angel's legacy will be an important aspect).
Some important disclaimers for this fictional piece of writing:
-> Fan service will be kept to a minimum(I'm American, sorry).
-> I am not reviving people who died and weren't part of instrumentality(Bid farwell to Kaji, Kyoko, and Yui for good. The circle of life is lit.).
-> While this is all going to be English, I've realized an important truth of this universe. The word "baka" transcends language. It holds meaning that is universal across all time and space. It wields unimaginable power that can't be restricted to the linguistics of a specific people. Hence, I'm going to be using this word that transcends the cosmos. "Baka" will be the foundation and the skeleton of this tale I'm weaving. If there is anything you get from my attempts at good writing, it will be the unquestionable greatness and truth that shines through the lips of anyone wise enough to frequently overuse the word "Baka".
I'll be posting this story part by part. Given this site's dislike of double posting, I might need yall to comment from time to time for the sake of wordcounts and all.
With that out of the way, here is
PART ONE: From the Beach
A bit below the sky was a boy. And a bit below the boy was a girl. Between the two were tears.
With his shoulders shuddering with emotion, the boy allowed himself to collapse. His head fell onto the girl's stomach. Ms. Soryu found herself filled with righteous irritation, but decided to show mercy to the scoundrel daring to lie on top of her, gently patting Shinji's head: "there there, Baka Shinji".
Shinji, having sufficiently utilized salt water to express long suppressed emotion, lifted his head up. After a moment, his lips curled into a faint smile. Asuka felt her own lips start to replicate the motion, but was able to avert catastrophe.
Deadpan, she asked "Are you done?"
"Yes" Shinji responded, his smile getting stronger.
"Do you plan on getting up?"
"Oh, sorry!" Shinji responded as he lept to his feet.
"Baka Shinji," Asuka muttered as she gradually rose to her own.
Asuka sat on the edge of the sand, staring at the ocean and at the sky. Shinji stood at her right side. For a moment, his eyes fixated on the red of sea. Then his eyes looked upwards as he sat down beside Asuka. Ms. Soryu initially marveled at the light of the stars, but now she was marveling at the immense abyss of her boredom. Her head cocked rightwards onto Shinji's shoulder, headbutting it for attention.
Ever appreciative of nature's beauty, the redhead asked, "Can we go, I'm bored."
Mr. Ikari rose to his feet. Asuka followed his example.
"Where are we going?" Shinji asked, the baka mortal he was.
Uninterested in ridiculous queries, Asuka grabbed Shinji's right hand with her left one and pulled him away from the beach, "somewhere"
"That's not an answer!"
Asuka just pulled, forcing Shinji along.
"You don't know where we're going, do you?"
Asuka, refusing to humor such accusations, kept pulling.
Shinji sighed and allowed himself to be pulled. Then, he started to lose his balance. Finally, with a graceful "Wait Asu- Ow!", Mr. Ikari hit the sand. Asuka fell on top of him. And then righteous thunder echoed through the heavens:
Mr. Ikari's eardrums didn't seem to approve, but Shinji's face let itself smile.
After a moment of indignation, the redhead commanded, "let's try that again".
And so they did, Asuka pulling her companion.
"please don't pull me"
Hesitating for a moment, Asuka, against her better judgement, let Shinji go, "fine."
"You know Azuka, we just saved the world."
As Shinji pulled up to her side, Asuka cocked her head to the left, head butting Shinji's shoulder a tad more softly now.
"Baka Shinji," she muttered as his hand, after deliberating with itself on the matter, embraced hers, somewhat awkwardly.
Asuka was just about able to force her lips downwards, but she couldn't deny that the corners of her lips had a more inherently upward tendency.
"I guess I don't mind having saved the world," Asuka decided. Shinji found himself agreeing.
They walked towards the sky, shining blue. Shining, full of light.
PART TWO: A Walk Home
You see, Mr. Suzuhara himself was being held. Being held in a classroom. A history classroom.
Soon enough, a voice entered into the fray: "Doodling is not permitted in the class". Hikari's eyes, each containing their own black circle, bore into the depths of Toji's soul. Facing the abyss, Toji refused to blink.
"Relax, class rep".
"Do what Hikari tells you stooge!" Exclaimed a righteous red head.
Noting a line of steaks on the right side of Ms. Soryu's notebook, Shinji bodly intervened hoping to save his outgunned friend,
"You're doodling too"
"That's not a doodle, that's art"
Shinji rolled his eyes and muttered, "right," further incurring the dragon's fury:
"Baka Shinji, only a stooge like yourself would be unaware of the difference"
The supreme arbiter made his presence known.
"You all seem unaware you're in class, not the circus."
Mr. Ōkina-Orokana-Atama's voice commanded the attention of all his circus performers, save for one.
Not even granting the transgressor eye contact, Asuka simply continued her artwork, replying in a low voice "Baka Atama, your class is a circus."
Mr. Ikari slapped his face with the palm of his hand. Hikari and Touji stared at their red haired partner-in-crime. Asuka simply drew.
Behind the quartet of delinquents, a child with blond hair and glass-covered eyes smiled and remarked, in a voice his professor couldn't hear,
"I like the circus".
The red-head was waiting in the principal's office. Shinji and Hikari materialized into view. Mr. Ikari opened deadpan, "Let's go, Toji and Kensuke are waiting outside."
Smirking, the red haired countered, "can't keep the stooges apart for long, can I?"
Hikari's only contribution to the battle field was a sigh. As they walked towards the exit, Shinji, attacked down the flank: "you know, you don't have to come to high school if you don't want to."
Asuka raised the wall of Jericho as they exited the building: "and leave a stooge like yourself unsupervised? Baka Shinji."
Shinji drove at the wall once more, dry as wood: "You can't even supervise yourself."
The wall drove at Shinji: "Because I'm too busy supervising you!"
Hikari, as the trio turned to face the remaining two members of their quintet, smirked: "You know, you two-"
Shinji promptly snuffed Hikari's dangerous spark: "Sound like a married couple? That's original. What is this, an anime?"
Hikari, ever insightful, responded: "it could be a text adaptation of an anime's sequel".
Shinji and Asuka froze and stared, puzzled by Hikari's suggestion.
Hikari sighed,"Never mind."
Toji intervened, the makings of mischief on his face: "It's not suitable for a class rep to be in the principal's office."
As she walked ahead of Toji, Hikari's middle finger became a weapon of vengeance, crashing hard against Toji's forehead.
"Hey, what was that for?"
Asuka passed by, making contact with the back of her fist.
Asuka simply muttered, "stooge".
Hikari exclaimed angrily, "Asuka!' before softly asking Toji, "are you alright?"
Toji cooly replied, "I am now". Hikari's facial features softened.
Asuka muttered "disgusting" prompting Shinji to smile, Kensuke chided, "children", and the quintet began their journey home.
The kids made their way down the sidewalk, discussing irrelevant, yet simultaneously relevant, things. As they approached the corner of the block, a man came into view. He faced the 5 children and extended his right arm. A gun cooly hugged his palm.
Asuka instinctively responded, aiming her left foot for the trigger hand. Her aim proved true, and the man's weapon clattered onto the sidewalk. Asuka's eyes then fixated on the crest sported by the man's uniform. On it were the letters N, E, R, and V, half covered by a blood drenched leaf. Her eyes widened, her fists clenched, and in place of the girl, a dragon rose.
Fist met flesh, looking to tear through skin, just as 13 spears had torn through her.
Coffee staining shirt, the dragon roared.
Hands squeezing throat, the dragon roared.
Red draping arms in a bathtub, the dragon roared.
A girl hiding in headless armor, the dragon roared.
Exposed in hospital sheets, the dragon roared.
Child solider pitted against child solider, the dragon roared.
A rope tying mother and doll, the dragon roared.
Hikari and Shinji held the dragon, and the dragon stared. The man was still breathing, barely, his face drenched in blood. The dragon fell on it's knees. In it's place, a girl sank, breaking into tears. She could barely feel Hikari and Shinji hold her.
And she could still hear the dragon roar.