ARCHIVES: Evangelion | A Purpose After Life - Prologue
A/N: I removed this fic from FFnet (originally published 8-25-2004). It has now been back-posted here for archival purposes.
Original A/N: Since my first Evangelion fanfic (and also my first anime fic in general in about 3 years...) was something of a flop, I decided something new was in order. What is this one about? I'm not quite sure. Is it better? No idea. There might be spoilers throughout...and I'm not positive about the pairing quite yet. We'll see what happens. Please read, though! Arigatou gozaimasu, thank you!
/These are characters' thoughts./
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters...except maybe the junior assistant. It's all Gainax.
PROLOGUE
Where is reality?
At the end of your dream.
.:.
Shinji opened his eyes. /When did I fall asleep?/
Groaning, he slowly sat up. /Where am I?/
The room was filled with a golden, hazy afternoon light. There were enormous twelve-paneled glass windows, all identical, on three of the walls. A cozy rug covered the beautiful wooden inlaid floor. In one corner sat a floor lamp and a comfy-looking armchair, complete with a little table and an ottoman. Photographs littered all four walls. Overall, the room had a very western-style appearance. But there didn't seem to be a door anywhere...
/What's going on?/ Shinji sat, motionless, for what seemed a long time, but was really only a few moments. He could remember nothing beyond Misato's "grown-up kiss", and Asuka's inverted physical remains. Everything else was a blur...a blank.
He managed to stand up.
/Ugh...so sore...all over. But why?/ Putting both hands on the wall for support, he limped along the perimeter of the room. He paused at the window opposite the bed, which had no curtains. Looking out, all he could see was the glowing western horizon filtering through a thick forest of autumn trees. He did, however, sense the deep crimson warmth, the fiery liquid ball of pulsating plasma, the brilliance of the autumn sunset.
"Misato-san...Asuka...Rei...Pen-Pen...ANYONE?" he cried helplessly, clutching at the window panes as he crumpled to the floor. "Come back...don't leave me here alone...please..."
.:.
"Sir, what would you like us to do next?" questioned a young officer.
"Clean up the remains. There is nothing left worth remembering here."
"Yes sir, right away sir. But sir...if it isn't too bold...?"
"Mmm..."
"What about the boy?"
"Ah. Yes."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." /What a wacko.../
"Yes."
/ O.O? /
.:.
A/N: I know it is short, but please R&R! It just might get more interesting in the next few chapters...
Original A/N: Since my first Evangelion fanfic (and also my first anime fic in general in about 3 years...) was something of a flop, I decided something new was in order. What is this one about? I'm not quite sure. Is it better? No idea. There might be spoilers throughout...and I'm not positive about the pairing quite yet. We'll see what happens. Please read, though! Arigatou gozaimasu, thank you!
/These are characters' thoughts./
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters...except maybe the junior assistant. It's all Gainax.
PROLOGUE
Where is reality?
At the end of your dream.
.:.
Shinji opened his eyes. /When did I fall asleep?/
Groaning, he slowly sat up. /Where am I?/
The room was filled with a golden, hazy afternoon light. There were enormous twelve-paneled glass windows, all identical, on three of the walls. A cozy rug covered the beautiful wooden inlaid floor. In one corner sat a floor lamp and a comfy-looking armchair, complete with a little table and an ottoman. Photographs littered all four walls. Overall, the room had a very western-style appearance. But there didn't seem to be a door anywhere...
/What's going on?/ Shinji sat, motionless, for what seemed a long time, but was really only a few moments. He could remember nothing beyond Misato's "grown-up kiss", and Asuka's inverted physical remains. Everything else was a blur...a blank.
He managed to stand up.
/Ugh...so sore...all over. But why?/ Putting both hands on the wall for support, he limped along the perimeter of the room. He paused at the window opposite the bed, which had no curtains. Looking out, all he could see was the glowing western horizon filtering through a thick forest of autumn trees. He did, however, sense the deep crimson warmth, the fiery liquid ball of pulsating plasma, the brilliance of the autumn sunset.
"Misato-san...Asuka...Rei...Pen-Pen...ANYONE?" he cried helplessly, clutching at the window panes as he crumpled to the floor. "Come back...don't leave me here alone...please..."
.:.
"Sir, what would you like us to do next?" questioned a young officer.
"Clean up the remains. There is nothing left worth remembering here."
"Yes sir, right away sir. But sir...if it isn't too bold...?"
"Mmm..."
"What about the boy?"
"Ah. Yes."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." /What a wacko.../
"Yes."
/ O.O? /
.:.
A/N: I know it is short, but please R&R! It just might get more interesting in the next few chapters...