Neo genezis evangelion 1-6

"Co-ome on, let's unpack your things, huh?"

"So you haven't even unpacked yours yet..." I said skeptically.

"That's the point!" The girl exclaimed joyfully. "Let's start with yours, and then, you see..." Guys, an ambush! It seems that they also want to involve me in sorting through a pile of commander's things!

* * *

"Wow!" the captain blurted out, carefully taking out the cello case. "Are you playing?"

"Not so much..." I drawled, looking skeptically at the musical instrument. "So, rather, I just studied once, but the device remained..."

I wonder how my fine motor skills are? Do I still know how to play, or did I completely forget how to play when I became a dominant personality? I'll have to ask later, at my leisure...

"Okay, let's take this nonsense further..."

I don't have that many things, basically. Clothes and shoes are the most voluminous (shirts, trousers, sneakers), and the rest are a few books (mostly reference books and encyclopedias) and all sorts of small things.

"Well, do you have the last box left?" Misato asked bloodthirsily. "Give it here — it's going to be dessert!.."

She's talking about the package from the NERVE — I really left it for sweets.

"Well! Well! Come on!.. Maybe I should open it anyway.." Misato was spinning around, peering over one shoulder, then the other.

"Hands! I'll do it myself! By myself! By myself!.." I stated categorically, hovering over the box with my whole body, and opening it with a stationery knife. They're packed up tight, damn it...

"Wow!.." the girl said, looking at the contents of the box.

I carefully took out a black and gold tunic and trousers, a white shirt, heavy blunt-toed shoes, a NERVE ID card and, most importantly, a small plastic briefcase.

To begin with, I paid a little attention to the uniform — I ran my hand over the fabric, smooth and silky, pleasant to the touch... There are patches in the form of small silver triangles on the sleeves — I wonder what kind of rank this is?

"So you're a second lieutenant now?"

"Yeah..." I mumbled vaguely, moving on to the briefcase. The lid was a little tight... Well, come on, open up... yeah!..

A Glock-17 pistol and a spare magazine rested quietly in a small recess. A belt holster was also found in a separate package, along with four boxes of parabellum cartridges.

"Cool!" I exhaled, carefully pulling out my gun. What else does a kid need to be happy? A great mission to save the world, a huge force (even if enclosed in a giant robot), weapons... It would be nice, of course, to have some kind of beauty and a suitcase of money in addition, but I'm already getting impudent...

The girl snatched the gun out of my hands with lightning speed — I didn't even have time to blink an eye.

"Er!" I was indignant, completely not expecting such meanness.

"Shinji, do you understand that this is a deadly thing?"

"And you're telling me this after you put me in a huge robot capable of destroying an entire city? Compared to Eve, she's just a toy!"

"Toys are toys, but I won't give you a gun." Katsuragi stated resolutely.

"Here's another one! By the way, I'm supposed to have it!"

"So you haven't even read the Charter!" Misato was amazed at my audacity. "How can you possibly know that?"

"But it's written, isn't it?" I narrowed my eyes slyly.

"It's written," the commander had to admit. "All NERVE officers have the right to carry weapons, and it is mandatory for officers to do so..."

"Well, that's it!" I said triumphantly. "What are you worried about, Misato? I can handle a gun somehow-it's not Eve, after all..."

"But I doubt it," Katsuragi said skeptically.

I looked at the captain expectantly. She looked uncomprehending.

"Well, Misato!.."

"You're going to shoot yourself something!"

Victor gave his word that everything would be fine.

"Look, give me the Glock now, I'll show you... Just make sure it's not charged."

Katsuragi looked at me skeptically, but she clicked off the magazine and pulled the bolt. I made sure there were no bullets anywhere, put the magazine back in and, grabbing the Glock by the barrel, handed it to me, butt first.

"Come on, show me what you can do."

"Now" I answered thoughtfully, weighing the creation of the Austrian gunsmiths in my hand.

One — he clicked the magazine, two — he jerked the bolt sharply, three — he pulled the trigger.

"Norma," I said authoritatively, hearing a dry click, even though I had held the gun in my hands a few times before. But, as they say, reading the right books gives you certain knowledge... "As for shooting yourself something, Comrade Commander, you overreacted. The Glock is a reliable thing, it has an automatic safety catch, you need to press the trigger properly to fire, so you can't shoot that easily..."

"Since you're so well-read, tell me that there were no cases of crossbows from him at all," Katsuragi snorted.

"No, why not?" I objected. "Were. But purely out of stupidity — someone tried to shove a pistol into a holster, keeping their finger on the trigger, and that's what the shot turned out to be... So, Misato, have I convinced you of my trustworthiness?

"Hmm," Katsuragi thought. "Well, let's assume that yes. You seem to really understand this business..."

"Cool!" I was elated. "Everyone at school is jealous of me!"

"You're not going to carry a gun with you to school!" the girl stated categorically.

"What if something happens?" I made an innocent face, suddenly remembering a scene from "End of Evangelion" (approx. A full-length sequel to the original twenty-six-episode series), when soldiers almost killed Shinji... Now, if something like this happens again, I'll have time to take at least one with me...

Wait, what am I doing? The third Blow must be prevented without leading to such events...

"How can this farting help you?" Katsuragi gave up a bit.

"Why are you walking around with a gun?" Well, you compared it! I have a forty-caliber beast car!..

"Oh, come on! If anything, you can kill a person with a small pellet, so.40 "Smith and Wesson" (approx. powerful 10 mm cartridge for police and army weapons) or .22 "Long Rifle" (approx. a weak 5.56mm cartridge for sports and training weapons) — there is no difference..."

Katsuragi narrowed her eyes and looked at me carefully.

"Oh, definitely an amateur..."

"If you offend, you're a professional!" I said importantly, and we both laughed.

"Okay, then. Let's go to bed already, otherwise you have to go to school tomorrow, and I have to go to work..."

"Misato-san!" I howled. "Can I at least not go to school tomorrow? I just got out of the hospital!"

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

"And I may have to defend the Earth tomorrow, but I'm tired!.."

"Put aside the conversations... Comrade Second Lieutenant, and go to bed! As a senior officer, I order you," Misato said with a snide face. "Is everything clear?"

"That's right," I replied dejectedly. I didn't want to get up early tomorrow morning...

"Don't whine, you're a man," Katsuragi said, getting up from the floor where we were sorting my things, and heading for the exit. "And once again, Shinji... You fought well today. Well done, keep it up."

"Come on, whatever it is..." I was even a little embarrassed.

"Good night, Shinji."

"Good night, Misato."

I hung my jacket and trousers on the hanger — I'm going to school in uniform tomorrow, I want to see Kensuke's face first. Besides, I don't feel like flaunting my old clothes — I need to get something new, something of MY OWN, like the same shape. Fuck the school uniform, long live the Nerv"s uniform!

Somewhere inside me, the real Shinji growled in displeasure.

...Come on, bro, I'll just be more comfortable that way. Are you, in principle, satisfied with everything that is happening? Well, that's great... Maybe I'll be yanked out of here tomorrow, back into my world, so watch and learn... Well, at least for a loser like me.

I put some textbooks and notebooks I'd found in my briefcase, took my bedding out of the closet, and got ready to go to bed. The fact that I was going to sleep on the floor didn't really bother me — I had to sleep a lot on this subject in my time...

He spread out a thin mattress, threw a sheet and a small pillow on it. He lay down, covered himself with a blanket, and put a loaded pistol under his arm. His mechanism is reliable, there's not even an external fuse, so he won't accidentally fire.

Good job, Victor, very good job...

Even without the "berserk mode", I failed with Object A, dealt with Evangelion's management, got along with Misato, and put pressure on my father...

Something is too good to begin with... Well, okay, then it's going to really suck, so far everything that's happening is just a warm-up, but it's not bad, I must say.

And the nice thing is, it was really me who did it. Even if I'm in Shinji Ikari's body (old man, I'm with you!), but I am. But damn, it's nice to realize your own importance!..

..Then I remembered another important matter. He took out an old Shinji cassette player, put on headphones, and decided to find out what his favorite tracks were, twenty-five and twenty-six...

Hmm, that sounds painfully familiar... "Still Loving You" by "Scorpions"? Not bad, though unexpected, but what's the last track?.. Are they Scorpios too?.. Yeah, yeah...

Pancake...

This is "Sendme an Angel"...

It's prophetic...

I was falling asleep, and the player was playing quietly.:

Here I am!

Will you send me an Аngel?

Here I am!

In the land of the morning star...

Chapter 6. School, school, I miss you...

The nasty beeping of the alarm clock sounded too unexpected, but to get rid of its annoying chirping, I had to get up and walk a few steps — an old trick to stay awake again. Although, from my own experience, I can say that this does not always work — a couple of times in my life I jumped out of bed briskly, went to the alarm clock, turned it off and automatically returned back to bed. And, of course, he switched off.

I still woke up with a hidden hope that everything that was happening around me was just a dream. But no, damn it... Well, okay, I slept pretty well today, my body still hurts after the fight, but we'll get over it somehow. So, a towel on your shoulder, a box of pasta and a brush in your hand, and go to the bathroom — today, however, is a serious day. The first visit to school after all!..

I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time in a stupor.

I WASN'T THERE.

He looks like me, but not me.

He also has short brown hair that sticks out in disarray, but his facial features are different, although also more European than Asian, and his eyes are gray-blue. And there I had brown ones... Funny. I looked more like a Japanese THERE than the current Shinji.

.. The wound on my forehead, which was covered with a plaster, got in the way, but I washed my face, brushed my teeth (although I was too lazy), and started packing. Shirt, trousers, jacket, holstered pistol on his belt, combed his hair carefully, grabbed his briefcase and went to the kitchen — Misato, it seems, got up even before me. Yeah, that's right, he's sitting there drinking coffee.

"Good morning, Shinji! Ah, good-d fighter!.."

"Thank you," I said, somewhat embarrassed, also pouring myself a cup of coffee.

Oops! And there's no cream or condensed milk here — you'll have to drink black... Okay, where has ours been?

I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table. He took a few sips. Wow, it's creepy. I can't sleep a wink.

"Did you finish it? Then pack up, I'll drop you off at school-it's on my way anyway. Call me after class, here's my number, by the way... I'll take you to NERVE for training."

"Why would I want to call?" I asked.

"Oh, you don't have your own yet! They didn't send it with the form, did they? Okay, we'll figure it out, but in the meantime, if anything, call from school."

* * *

I've never transferred to other schools, so I've always been vague about this procedure.

Misato handed me a folder of documents in the car, which I was supposed to give to the director. What do you mean, my class is 2A? Okay, let's figure it out... The main thing is that the main problem is survival in the new team, I don't care at all. My new workplace will be a NERV, and that's where I need to fit in, and school is a load... In principle, I could have gone to homeschooling — no, well, what did I forget about this school? I practically had my graduation diploma in my hands there... Okay, there should be an order...

Surprisingly, the school, despite its rather respectable size, was not too crowded — all the way from the parking lot to the principal's office, I came across only a couple dozen students. Who, I must say, were staring open-mouthed at a kid in a black-and-gold "Nerv" uniform and with a school briefcase in his hands. Get used to it, get used to it, guys — you're at a military base, you'll need to, and we'll give you machine guns in your hands and send you to repel the attack of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces...

...I found the director's office quickly enough, as it was right on the ground floor, not far from the entrance. After knocking and waiting for a shout of permission, I opened the door and walked inside with a clear step.

"Mr. Director! Second Lieutenant Ikari arrived at the training site," I rapped out, raising my hand to my temple — we Japanese can keep our heads uncovered.

An elderly director in a dark gray suit almost dropped his glasses, which were being polished with a handkerchief, from his hands, and stared at me dumbfounded. By the way, this subject turned out to be the first classical Japanese I met in this reality...

"Ah.. um... Come on in, Ikari," the director said hesitantly.

Enjoying the effect, I took a few steps forward, handed the director a folder with my documents, and modestly sat down in a guest chair, putting my briefcase on my lap.

Heh, I've always dreamed of doing something like this, but at school they wouldn't have appreciated such a joke (and I wouldn't have dared), and at university it wasn't accepted to joke like that... Well, you know, probably — "the price of a ruined credit card is two birthdays in a cap." They could have taken it as a hint in the dean's office...

"I was informed about the transfer of a new student to the school..." The director muttered, flipping through my personal file. "But without any details... Is there anything else I should know about you, Ikari?"

"I have everything I need in my personal file." I said it with a stony face, even though I wanted to laugh at the director's confused look. "Other than that, I can only say that I may miss classes from time to time due to the service. Oh, and here's another thing!.. Are there any objections about my uniform? It's just that I'm supposed to have it..."