Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

"Hey! Is anyone alive?"

Silence...

Thoughtfully, I walk up to the window pane, peering at the view outside the window — all the same wooded hills.

Suddenly, from somewhere around the corner, a hospital gurney appears, equipped with all sorts of fancy hospital equipment. A pretty young nurse is rolling her.

"Uh... Hello! Can I..."

The nurse shushes me irritably, and only then do I see who is lying on the gurney.

I'm speechless.

A girl of about fourteen or fifteen. Hospital gown. Bandaged torso, right arm and head. There is a blindfold on his right eye. And the eye, by the way, is red. And short ash-pearl hair, coupled with unnaturally pale skin...

There is no doubt that this is Ayanami Rei, the most mysterious and incomprehensible character in this world. I meet her eyes for a brief moment, and.. nothing. Zero reaction to me. The nurse continues on her way, the gurney turns the corner. Silence falls again.

The emergency room of a hospital located somewhere in the middle levels of the command pyramid of the headquarters. I'm sitting on a chair. My head still hurts a little — it turns out I have some kind of deep scratch there.

The hated hospital smell is everywhere, even from clothes. After my stay at the LSL, it was washed and boiled here, which actually didn't make me particularly happy — it would have been better if they had given me a new one...

"Hello, Shinji!" Katsuragi's joyful voice reached me.

"Misato!.." I jumped up.

I was sincerely glad to see her — I liked her as a person from the very first meeting. Katsuragi came up to me and asked excitedly:

"Are you okay?"

How long have you been asking me about this?! "Are you okay? All right! (The peculiarities of the translation of the film into Russian in the 90s.)

"In full. I wish I could eat something..."

The girl winced.

"I wouldn't mind a snack either..." Damn it! This is Katsuragi, and she doesn't have anything but instant noodles at home! ahh!

It's also Japan, which means there's only seafood and rice around. No sausage, bread and pasta! And I also want meat, at least chicken, but they only eat fish and seafood. You never know that all kinds of objects A attacking here, how can I live with this?..

"Okay, Shinji, let's go."

"Let's go, so let's go." Dejectedly, I followed the captain.

"Why are you hanging your nose?"

Just like that...

...We're waiting for the elevator. Oh! And here he is, my dear!.. The elevator doors open, and Gendo stands inside. Shinji would have turned away and ignored him, but I'm not him. And I quickly crushed Shinjin's weak attempts at protest.

"Hello, Father," I stepped into the elevator, Misato following me.

Gendo nodded at me silently.

So, now you will need to try to start implementing your ideas... But to do this, I need to talk to Gendo, and given the odiousness of this character, I was frankly timid right now...

Ugh. Deep exhale, finally decide... Forward. I gathered my courage and started talking to "father" (or is it already possible without quotation marks?).

"Father, can I talk to you?.."

He looked at me like I was a talking stool.

"I'm listening to you." ...So, now the main thing is not to get too arrogant...

"Father, I'm a NERVE employee now, right?"

A slight nod is confirmation. I cheered up a bit.

"And so... Do I have a rank and a uniform?" Well, it would be nice to have a salary, at least some...

"I can feel the waves of surprise coming from Misato on my back. And what?" I really want a uniform and a rank — I didn't get into the army (and I didn't really want to), but I've always been interested in military subjects. Well, you have to provide yourself with pocket money, after all, to take a girl to the cinema there, to eat something normal... Damn, I need to buy a normal player for myself, otherwise it's always buggy in black in this cassette... ...Meanwhile, Dad now looked at me not just as a talking stool, but as a stool reciting all of Blok and Pasternak by heart. Damn, I guess I'm straying too much from the described psychotype... Okay, let's hope they decide that I just lost my mind a little bit in the fight...

You already have a rank, you'll get a uniform. There will be money too,

"Finally, they honored me with an answer." So, now let's try to get a little cocky.

"Can I also have a personal weapon? For a successfully completed task, so to speak?" Gendo glared at him from under his chameleon glasses.

"Thank you, Father! Goodbye!" I shouted at his back. Politeness is first and foremost...

Pleased and proud of myself, I turned to Katsuragi.

"Shinji, you're a jerk..."

To say that Misato was surprised was an understatement.

"What's the big deal?" I blink my eyes innocently. I've always dreamed of this! Save the world, be a military man and have a real gun under your pillow!..

"A maniac," the girl summed up and laughed. "No, it's more like just a kid. I bet you'll be asking to go to the shooting range with everyone..." Can I? I asked with sincere greed. Oh, let's shoot!..

Katsuragi realized that she had let it slip.

Katsuragi and I walked along the corridor leading to the parking lot. Oh, that's my name! Damn, you have to get used to it...

"Eh?"

"How would you feel about staying with me for a while?"

Mmm... Honestly, Misato-san? Not so much... You don't have a house, but a dorm room — a mess, drinking and nothing to eat, except beer and noodles a la Rus "rolton"...

On the other hand, I don't want to be alone either, it's too depressing. Of course, I appreciate privacy and solitude, but not all the time! Moreover, I think it's not just about your pity for the boy who has to live alone... No, not really! No vulgar thoughts!.. But after all, Misato is my immediate commander and supervisor, so she's probably ordered to keep an eye on me, just in case.

"And the company is good, at least it won't be boring. Overall, it's positive!" I replied cheerfully. "But only without dirty thoughts..."

"What is it?!" Misato turned purple, becoming about the same color as her trendy red jacket.

"Gee!" I chuckled, knowing what to push.

"You little brat!.."

So. Now let's find out how well Shinji can run...

"Well, shall we celebrate today?.."

"And what are we celebrating?" I asked.

"Like what? Your housewarming party, of course!" Katsuragi rolled her eyes dreamily, not at all embarrassed by the fact that she was currently driving her Toyota Supra.

Oh, oh, oh! Misato, I just want to rest now — well, I don't want to drink!..

Uh, wait. What am I worried about? She's unlikely to make me drink, but in the end, a couple of cans of beer wouldn't even hurt... I have endured a persistent aversion to alcohol since the very beginning of my student life (baptism turned out to be too cruel), which, however, has never prevented me from consuming these drinks from time to time...

"Or maybe you don't need to?" I asked softly. "Let's cook dinner, okay?" Hmm, that's also a good idea... We're just going to the store... That doesn't give me much hope.

Chapter 4. packing food for food.

"Misato, what IS THIS?" I looked angrily at the supermarket cart full of all sorts of nonsense.

"Like what?" Katsuragi was genuinely surprised. "Food, of course!"

"Misato. This is . Not. Food," I said clearly and distinctly.

"So what do you think the food is, then?" The captain put her hands on her hips menacingly.

I quickly scanned the long shelves.

"Well, certainly not instant noodles!"

"But prepare quickly!.."

"And it is digested in thirteen minutes!.."

We crossed our eyes — laziness and unwillingness (coupled with inability) Misato cooks against my hunger and eating habits...

Katsuragi finally relented (hooray!).

"Okay, Shinji. Let's take what you want... But you'll cook it yourself!"

"It's a deal," I grinned.

"I'm too lazy to cook, of course, but what should I do?.. By the way, do you mind if we make a stop on the way?" Misato asked

"Well no... And where?"

"In a wonderful place," Katsuragi smiled.

* * *

We stopped at a huge observation deck located on the slope of one of the hills — everything is as I expected, still strictly following the plot. He leaned his hands on the high metal railing, peering into the distance — the view from here was simply amazing.

Tokyo 3 lay in front of me as if in the palm of my hand. The only thing unusual was that it was strangely deserted — instead of many boxes of high-rise buildings, there were only hefty square and hexagonal platforms. No, of course I know that the buildings are underground right now, but it still feels a little weird...

"The city seems so deserted..." I muttered aloud.

A light warm breeze was blowing at my back, and the sun, which had almost disappeared behind the low hills, was casting its last rays on the earth — it would be beautiful and good if I had been standing here for a century...

Misato glanced at the dial of her wristwatch, smiled, and said:

"Now."

Suddenly, sirens started wailing all over the city. For a second, panic shot through me-an air raid, ugh, an Object A attack? Why so soon? And here I am, too far away from Eva!.. But then I quickly calmed down and got ready to enjoy the wonderful sight... The platforms, densely scattered throughout the city, began to separate and open — after all, in fact, they were the covers of gigantic hatches.

A steady, long-drawn hum was heard, and giant boxes of high-rise buildings began to slowly grow out of the ground.

"Oh, my God!" I couldn't help but exclaim. Still, it's one thing to watch it in a cartoon, and quite another to see it with your own eyes...

But one thing has always interested me — why would it take to create such a complex and cumbersome system? Wouldn't it have been easier to just create a completely underground city? However, maybe I'm wrong... The performance was over, and now there was a huge, densely populated metropolis in front of me.

"That's what Tokyo 3 is like", Misato said. "A fortress city built to protect against Objact A... Our hometown... The city you saved yesterday. Do you understand?"

"I felt the color flood my face." Big words, a whole ocean of pathos... It feels fucking good!.. It's not something you hear every day...

"Come on, Misato..." I was embarrassed.

"And nothing's okay," she cheerfully patted me on the head. "You did well, Shinji."

The embarrassment was gone, along with the joy. All that remained was a nasty chill in my chest.

These words are not for me. These are the words for Shinji. The real me died, having lived my twenties as an ordinary man in the street, and having done nothing significant, leaving no trace behind... And Shinji is great. A slob, a rag, maybe, but at least he has something to live for.

Power. A business. Enemies. Friends.

After all, he's just a kid who's been burdened with too much responsibility. Not every adult would be able to withstand this, let alone a teenager with an unstable psyche... What would I do in his place if I had no idea about the future? Honestly, I don't know. It might have broken, it probably would have.

Different upbringing, different personalities, different life experiences. I am different. His life is alien to me, mine is alien to him.

But now we're connected. Despite all the differences, Shinji is very close to me, I don't know why, but he is. And now we're in the same boat, not even just in a boat, but on a submarine going on a combat mission. Now we have one life for both of us. And since I'm older, more experienced, and more mentally stable (at least I hope so), it means I now have full responsibility for him.

I didn't have any brothers or sisters, although I always dreamed of having them. And now I actually have a younger brother... Do you hear that, Shinji? I'm sorry, me fool, for yelling at you then, before the battle... Don't take offense, okay, bro? We're going to do something together that will shake this world...

"Shinji!"

Object A, Dad, ZIELE-it's all nonsense, you know? Well? That's good... We're together to the end now, and Victor said he'd never leave Shinji. That's it, stop running — there's nowhere else to retreat, behind, um, Tokyo 3.

"Shinji!!"

"Huh?" It's like I've woken up. What had just happened to me made me uneasy-a split personality is a scary thing. But it was no longer possible to treat it so simply. Especially after yesterday's fight.

"What happened to you? It was like you were retreating into yourself, and I was scared." It was like you had withdrawn into yourself, and I was scared. Your eyes have become kind of empty and cold, or something...

"Don't pay attention," I waved my hand and tried to smile as cheerfully as possible. "I was just thinking... I remembered yesterday's fight..."

"Ah... well, that makes sense..."

We stood for a while and were silent.

"Well, Shinji, let's go home?"

"I took one last look at Tokyo 3 sinking into darkness."

"Yes, Misato, let's go."

* * *

The elevator quickly took us to the very top of a residential high-rise building, the doors opened, and we stepped out onto the hefty landing of an apartment block. We walk past a long row of doors to Captain Katsuragi's apartment...

"Misato, why is it so empty?" I panted, dragging the bag of groceries I had bought with my own hands. The captain flatly refused to carry the products I had chosen, saying that your idea was to carry it. The lazy one.

"So many people just haven't checked in yet" There was a reply. "These are the NERVE office apartments, and the staff has not all arrived yet — Tokyo-3 was completed relatively recently. Well, some of the civilians just left after yesterday's attack — few people want to live right on the battlefield..."

"Uh-huh, so we want to..."

"There's a word for "must," Shinji."

"There is such a profession — to defend the Motherland..."

I muttered softly, but Misato heard me anyway.

"Well said," She asked in surprise. "Did you come up with it yourself?"

Vitka, your tongue is your enemy!..

"No, I heard it in a movie..." I got out of it. Although why did you get out of it? I told the truth, but the fact that this movie "Officers" is called and made in Russia is another matter...

"Hmm, do you remember the name? It would be interesting to see..."

"No, I don't remember anything..." I lied. "How long is it to get to your apartment?

I'm already tired of something...

"Don't whine, Shinji," the girl said cheerfully. "They've already arrived."

Damn, I got sick of this "don't whine" — I'm not whining, I'm grumbling... Eh!..

"And what is this pile of boxes?" I asked in surprise. "Is that trash?"