[Warhammer returns from the light.]

	WH: Going from day to day, it takes tradegy to show just how important and
precious life is. Most take it for granted, while others live it to the
fullest. How do you live?


TekkaKnight Warhammer presents

Seraphim�s Judgment
Part 3:
The Good, The Eva, and the Holy

A Crossover between Teknoman and 
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Written by Christian Clark

Time: A day or so after the last chapter.

Note: This is primarily from Touji�s p.o.v.


	I didn�t know what to think. After we got my EVA and 01 to NERV headquarters,
Shinji was in near hysterics to find out who the pilot of my EVA was. When I
finally got out and tapped his shoulder, I greeted him as if nothing bad
really happened. Unit 00 and 02 were just being loaded into the bay when it
happened. I didn�t know that Shinji was the only one who didn�t know that I
was to be the fourth child. His fist hitting my face must have been heard by
everyone in that room. 

	I saw how hurt he looked. Like... he was angry that he wasn�t even told. Like
as if he thought something bad was going to happen to me because of him. He
ran away. Misato came up to me and asked what happened just as Shinji left the
room. I told her and then once I got to the part where Shinji left, she looked
rather guilty. As if she was going to tell him about me, but never did. 

	After the debriefing, I was able to visit my sister again. She was glad that
I was alright. She told me that every time I entered her hospital room. The
injuires on her legs were nearly gone. The doctor told me that because of some
experiments, using EVA blood no less, they were going to be able to let me
sister walk again. Appearently, the regeneration properties were accelerating
her recovery. How odd. The monsters that I hated with a passion at first, I
was now piloting one and it�s life force was healing my sister. 

	Since the next day didn�t have school, I was able to go walking about Tokyo-3
to think. For several hours, I tried to answer the question in my head by
myself. Why was I saved? Who was that angel? What was the point of me being
the next pilot? Why was I chosen? It continued to degrade into questions that
were more and more simple. All until it ended with... "Why was I born?" 

I pulled out the feather that I caught from the angel and stared at it once
more. Almost every minute I had to think to myself, I would look at it.
Maybe... maybe hoping to find the answers with it. It drove me nuts thinking
that I would find what I needed to know just by looking at a feather. I almost
memorized almost every intricacy of it. Sighing, I put the feather back in my
pocket and resumed my walk. 

About, a half an hour later, I heard what appeared to be organ music to my
right. I turned to see a church of... what was his name. I read the katakana
again. Jesus Christ. Never really was that big on religons of any kind. The
organ was coming from there, evidently. Where else would an organ come from? 

Also, I will admit something. When I was about, I think it was about 7, I
overheard an organ being played in a church near my home. I was so enchanted
by it�s music that I was more than determined to play it myself. So, when
people least suspected, I took piano lessons from a friend who was nice enough
to teach me. I learned for about two years staight, using every spare moment I
had to practice. When I finally was able to play that organ in that chruch,
all I had was six months before my family and I moved again.  

	Walking into the church, I found it empty. Not surprising, considering how
little the population of Tokyo-3 is and seeing some of the �entertainment�
offered in some of the districts. The only one there was the player of the
organ. It was a woman, wearing basically what one would expect one to wear in
a church. Formal wear, yet could pass for casual as well. Her long and dusty
brown hair hid her face from anyone�s view from the side. So, I sat in one of
the seats and listened to one of my secret hobbies. Hey, we all got things
we�d rather keep from others, right? As if anyone would believe me if I told
them. 

	The song ended and I clapped. I didn�t know the song, but just thought the
music the instrument played was wonderful anyway. She turned to me and
realized that she wasn�t alone. She thanked me formally and found much to my
dismay. Found that even though she spoke pretty good japanese for a gaijin,
she was one of those extremely formal types. Just once I�d like to meet a
gaijin who spoke like a human being. 

	I explained my reasons for being there and why I was walking around the city.
Heck, I was bored so I told her of my experience with the Angel and what
happened to it. Oddly enough the woman was named after the thing that saved
me. The Seraphim, one of the most powerful angels in the Christian Hierarchy.
I even showed her the feather. She inspected it and said that it was indeed
from an angel. I blinked and asked her how she figured that. 

	In a chest by the podium, she brought out a small rectangular sapphire
crystal and showed it to me. I could tell that it was beautiful, even though I
was no appraiser. She told me that this was a gift and she could feel a warmth
from it, just like she felt from the feather. 

I asked how she was able to feel that way from just something inanimate. She
said that maybe it was a matter of how open our hearts and minds are. I for
one got a strange feeling from that feather, like it opened doors that had
questions that I wanted answered.   

And there was her, Seraphina Brown. Brought up by a rather religious family,
she had a rather healthy knowledge of religions of most kinds. I for one did
not have a clue as far as religion went. Heck, I don�t even know a thing about
Shinto or Buddhism. Most things about them were lost in the 2nd Impact. Upon
hearing this, she said,

"Well, it�s not what you don�t have, but how you understand it."

I had NO clue as to what she just said. She sighed and told me her father, a
really smart psychologist and philosopher by the name of Charles or Chuck or
Charlie, said that when we couldn�t understand something. 

I don�t know, maybe it�s something only certain people can understand. Either
way, she said that whatever reason God had for sparing me, it was way beyond
me. At that time, she realized that she had to leave and had to close the
church, she was just coming to practice for the meetings that were to be on
Sunday. Then, I told her if it was all right if I could play the organ for a
while. She smiled and led me to it, it took me a while to re-familiarize
myself with how one worked. Yet, when I got the hand of it once more, I played
what was my favorite song.* 

As I played, she turned to leave all the while saying, "I would take care of
that feather. It�s not everyday you still are able to keep a feather from a
seraphim." With that, she went through the doors, letting them still be open
until I decided to leave. 

I playing this instrument, I was able to forget what worries I had at that
moment. Just me and the music of the organ. It would remain that way until I
would see the sun was setting in the west. Where I would allow the church it�s
silence once more. Did I just say that? I�ve must be thinking too hard lately.

*************************************************

Note: This is the day where the fic began. A day had passed from Touji�s
perspective.

	Still in his plug suit, Shinji stared at the setting sun. He was angry. With
Misato, Rei, Asuka, Touji, his father, everyone. Why didn�t anyone bother to
tell him? He could have been hurt by or hurt Touji. After all that he�d been
through with earning Touji and Kensuke�s friendship, now he started to
question it. 

He hugged his knees to his small frame and stared bitterly ahead. He didn�t
want to go back, if he was going to continue to go through this then he might
as well quit! He wouldn�t care if his father would consider it cowardice. He
wouldn�t care if Misato would yell at him, or Asuka would taunt him. He didn�t
even care anymore. <To Hell with them all!> he screamed inside.

Then he slumped against the bench and sighed. He just couldn�t keep up with
all that was happening. He just felt so drained.

A pair of footsteps knocked him out of his pouting. He saw the person�s image
from the side without turning his head. He still couldn�t see who it was. He
couldn�t tell who it was, until he heard his voice.

"Shinji. doshita?"(What�s wrong Shinji?) His father had found him again. This
time, he was sitting beside him on another bench. Not looking at him directly,
but at the same thing he was. The sun.

"Otou-san...Boku wa... boku wa... tsukareta desu."(Father, I�m... I�m... tired
emotionally. )

There was a long silence. Until Gendou broke it again by saying.

"Wakata... Shinji, are you going to run away again?"

Another long silence ensued. Yet, while most people would consider it
uncomfortable, the Ikari found it more than comforting. It gave them both time
to think.

"Shirimasen."(I don�t know.)

Gendou stood up and before he turned to go back to his car, he looked at
Shinji. Who had turned to his father and were now staring eye to eye.

"Shinji. Sore ga omote kudasai." (Shinji, please think about it.) And with
that, he left Shinji to consider his offer.


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-Warhammer