[FFML] [FANFIC][NGE][SKU]World End’s Messiah Chapter 1

[Gorgeous Shutin]

					World End’s Messiah - NGE/SKU, post series both series

All NGE and SKU characters belong to their respective owners.

Summary:
 He felt like he had to strangle her then, because no way should her 
pale skin be growing dark from right underneath his fingertips.


http://gorgeousshutin.blogspot.ca/2012/10/world-ends-messiah-ngesku-post-series.html


http://archiveofourown.org/works/548356


http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8650175/1/World-End-s-Messiah


http://forums.ohtori.nu/viewtopic.php?id=3248





It took Ikari Shinji a long time to return to the world; and by then, what he could see was but its’ wrecked remains.

Everyone
 was gone, of course, with the vast sea of LCL splashing against the 
shore now holding testimony to the dreary state of humanity.  

“Everyone should die.”

Indeed, that was his wish as the epitome of Instrumentality, thus why this outcome . . . no;  Rei
 was the epitome; he, he himself was simply the one whose wish she 
helped realize, out of her sisterly . . . or perhaps, motherly devotion 
to him.

“Everything will be alright . . .”   

Head
 heavy with thoughts of his mother forever disappearing off into space 
in Unit 01, condemned to an eternity of solitude, Shinji struggled to 
move his stiff, sore neck as he tried looking around.  There was the 
giant’s face, halved in its fall yet still distinctively identical to 
Rei’s.  The Mass Production Units now lined the barren landscape in 
their “crucifix poses”, making the entire open space resemble a vast 
cemetery.  There was a crimson gash opened upon the glittery night sky .
 . . or was it really a trail of stratospheric blood?

Yes, the 
sun, the moon, and the earth obviously still existed just like his 
mother had said . . . but what good were they for one left to tread this
 bleak wasteland alone?  

Slackened, his head rolled the other side, thus allowing him to see that he was not really alone.

“Asuka . . .”

It
 was indeed the pilot of the fallen Unit 02, the fiery devil girl who 
hurt and surprised him all the time in their other life, back before 
Instrumentality.  With her left eye patched up and her right arm 
bandaged, she looked very much like how he had imagined she’d look after
 the Mass Production Units had basically devoured her Eva . . . but 
wait; in that case, shouldn’t the girl be even more . . . maimed than 
she looked here?

In the distance, framed by Asuka’s 
plugsuit-wrapped curves, was the apparition (just an apparition; not her
 person, not real) of the uniform-wearing Rei standing upon the LCL sea;
 her lips were moving, her often vapid expression now urgent, but he 
heard not a word she tried saying to him . . . nor did he cared, as he 
knew that this water-standing Rei was no more real than the halved-giant
 head marring the horizon.  Broken, bandaged Asuka . . . she was real.

Willing
 strength back into his numb limbs, Shinji pushed himself up from the 
soft, moist sand, and reached out towards Asuka – the only “real” person
 left to ease his loneliness upon this broken, desolate earth.  

“Asuka . . .”  

Her
 un-patched eye opened at the touch of his finger upon her cheek, only 
to stare through him and up into nothingness.  Straddling the girl now, 
Shinji started lightly slapping the girl, insisting that she face and 
address him.

“Asuka . . . Asuka!  Asuk-”

And just like 
that, the boy’s persistent, nagging words ceased, as he actually found 
himself stunned into imbecility by what he now saw (that, after all that
 he had been forced to witness throughout the nightmarish battle and the
 eerie Instrumentality coming after it).

It all started with 
Asuka’s one revealed eye – originally blue as sapphire, it suddenly 
started changing shades.  At first, Shinji thought it was a merely trick
 of the light, before he saw how her hair and skin was starting to 
change too.

One of the very first impressions Asuka had made on 
Shinji was that offensive rudeness aside, she truly was an 
extraordinarily beautiful girl.  Having a mix of Caucasian and Asian 
genes, the girl possessed red tresses and fair complexion that made her 
positively stood out here in Tokyo-3.

Those red tresses now were 
quickly lightening up into platinum pink, as her once fair complexion 
came to deepen like cocoa-stained milk . . .

Driven past reason, 
past sanity, the boy let out a gurgling sound from within his dry 
throat; body moving before coherent thoughts did, he found his hands 
already clasped around that chocolate-brown throat, as he then clamped 
down with the desperate violence of a struggling mantis; he felt like he
 had to strangle her then, because no way should her pale skin be 
growing dark from right underneath his fingertips.

Olive-toned 
face (so beautiful, perhaps even more so than it ever was before) 
growing taut as he squeezed at her neck, the changed Asuka’s now emerald
 green right eye gradually regained focus, as it now seemingly stared 
straight into his soul, such that he knew she now was reading every 
jumbled thought currently running through his frantic mind. 

Her 
now dark hand, bandaged to the palm, clasped his face with such tender 
delicacy, that the boy thought the touch was exquisite beyond anything 
he had since experienced in his short, miserable existence; fingers 
loosing strength, eyes blurring up, the fourteen-year-old then cried 
like the broken, abandoned child he really still could not help but be, no matter what kind of grand responsibilities his world had been forcing upon him

“I
 don’t feel good . . .” Shinji heard the girl mutter, before he got 
softly pushed off of her.  Standing up in a rather . . . tentative 
manner (not unlike that of an insect having freshly shed its old shell),
 the pink-haired, dark-skinned girl that Asuka Langley Soryu become 
walked up to the edge of the waves upon unsteady feet, and studied the 
amber sea with her head hung low.  “So, even you got trapped in this, 
after all.”   Her voice lowered, in genuine grief seeping with apparent 
venom.  “Oh, little sister, unto what lows will you sink just to stay 
together with that foolish life form?”

“A-Asuka . . . ?”  Shinji 
walked up towards her in small, uncertain steps (all the while hating 
the tremor in his voice).   “What are you talking about?”  

At 
that, Asuka turned to face him, and her smile was the pacifying smile of
 a worldly, purposeful adult.  “Oh, nothing.  I’m merely thinking about 
how Hikari and Toji would fare bodiless within that LCL sea  . . . those
 were your little friends’ names, right?”  

Shinji’s jaw dropped at the girl’s peculiar words (made stranger still by her now mature tone).  “Wha . . .?”

“Sorry,
 my memory has been all jumbled up since the bout with those white 
beasts.  My head still hurts . . .” swooning, she drifted sideways like a
 frail flower, and was quickly kept from falling by the boy’s steadying 
arms.

“Asuka!  Careful . . .”  Shinji’s words trailed off as the 
girl – much to his shock - leaned into his embrace with a sinuous 
deftness that would make even Misato seem wooden in comparison.  “Asuka .
 . .”

“Take good care of me, Shinji,” urged the girl now looking up to him, “you’re now the only one I’ve got . . . my only prince.”

“Yeah
 . . .” young head fogged up by arousal (thus unable to focus upon what 
alarming signals his mind was trying to warn him with), Shinji put on a 
brave smile as he held the dark girl to his side in a gallant, 
possessive manner.  “Yeah!  I’ll definitely protect you and keep you 
safe, Asuka!”  Sinking deeper into bliss, the boy could not help but 
think that had his housemate been so agreeable from the start, then 
maybe, just maybe he would have had the drive to save the world from 
destruction like everybody wanted him to do.  As it was, he and the girl
 now were, essentially, the new Adam and Eve left to this people-less 
world . . . one that he just might survive, with the new and improved 
Asuka supporting him my his side.

There was an LCL tidal pool 
accumulated right beside their feet, such that had the boy glanced down 
upon it, he would no doubt be shocked by what was revealed there.

It was said that mirrors do not lie, and apparently the same applied to an LCL medium’s smooth surface 

The
 amber-tinted reflection showed a scrawny youth hugging to himself not 
any delicate lass, but rather, a white-haired, darkly handsome man 
garbed immaculately in white, princely attire; towering over the 
hazy-eyed boy by more than a foot, the adult glanced down upon him like a
 falcon at a chick.

“I’ve . . . learned things during 
Instrumentality, you see,” purred “Asuka” at the now bewitched boy.  
“There’s a way to make everybody come back, and into a world vastly 
superior to what it was before.  It involves the finding of ‘the Light 
of the World’, a precious power since stolen by a witch and her 
consort.”  The hypnotic sweetness of her voice belied her increasingly 
shrewd words.  “It is now up to us to hunt the two down, and take from 
them the power that is rightfully ours.”

“Power . . .” murmured 
Shinji.  Again, he noticed a pale maiden in a school uniform standing 
some distance off to their side; by her pointing finger (directed at 
Asuka) and her wide open mouth, she must had been screaming something 
dire at him; yet, he heard not a word the pale maiden said, nor did he 
cared . . . as familiar though she might look, he simply could not 
recall her name, nor whatever past they might have had together.  
Besides, why heed this stranger, when he had the only woman he had ever 
wanted right here with him?

Said woman was currently beaming at 
him while gesturing into the opposite direction, where the Shinji saw a 
grand cluttering of cathedral-like buildings surrounding a tall tower – 
pre-Second-Impact style buildings that he had never noticed before in 
this area.  

“Those school buildings look intact, let us seek 
shelter there.  There will be food, and drinks, dorm rooms to sleep in, 
and with luck, other children similarly off Instrumentality as 
ourselves; we can recuperate there, gain what allies we need, then act 
anew.  Come, Shinji-kun,” Asuka reached a hand out to the boy. “Let us 
together save this sickly world; together, we shall right mankind’s 
failed evolution, and bring for them a miraculous, eternal, revolution.”

“Revolution . . .”

“Come, fellow prince.”

Taking
 the dark, elegant hand, the boy with the power to decide humanity’s 
fate let himself get dragged along towards the pristine school buildings
 existing impossibly amidst the surrounding wreckage, towards the ends 
of  his new world. 


To Be Continued . . . ?

Notes:  I can’t believe I’m churning this out while falling behind schedule on both Seinen Kakumei Utena and The 120 Days of Ohtori (IRG Forum
 project).  This fic takes on two notable “mysteries” from NGE and SKU, 
respectively – Shinji’s strangling Asuka at the end of EoE, and the big 
reveal that Anthy (and thus possibly also Akio) can change both gender 
and appearance in Ep 23 – and combined them together into the “what if” 
premise of this crossover work.
					

				
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