Judgment Day 3
Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion is a copyright of Gainax co.
Elements of this fanfic are inspired by the movie
"Armageddon" by Touchstones Pictures. Most of the
characters in this fanfic are owned by Gainax co., so
please don't sue me!(I'm still too young for that, anyway!)
Note: From now on, unless otherwise noted, the time is based on U.S
Eastern Time and the place is in Miami, Florida.
Suite 4065, Sheraton Imperial Suites, Miami, Florida; 10:30 P.M
"Straight Flush!" exclaims Misato as she reveals her cards. "Try
and beat that!" she says once again, as she takes a sip out of her can
of Guinness, and lays back on her chair leisurely.
"Well, I guess I have nothing left to offer you . . ." replies
Ritsuko in a desperate tone.
"Hah!" exclaims Misato triumphantly, and is about to gather the
pile of money on the table when suddenly Ritsuko continues, "Except for
a Royal Flush, that is." As Ritsuko slowly reveals her cards, Misato
feels as if an anvil has been dropped on her head. She couldn't
believe Ritsuko beat her again for the third time after only a few
minutes of a crash-course on Poker. 'Then again, she is a genius' she
thought as she watches Ritsuko gathering her winning streak, 'How
difficult could a game of Poker be for the smartest brain in NERV?"
As Ritsuko gathers the unfortunate captain's two-month's earning,
Misato gets up from her seat, and starts towards the glass door of the
balcony. She sets her gaze to the cityscape outside; the various
lights of the tall buildings seem to remind her of something very
special to her.
"You're not going to open the door, are you?" says Ritsuko as she
light up a cigarette, "We're in the 40th floor, and the wind will
definitely ruin your hairstyle, just like this afternoon, as well as
She smiles at her friend's remark, but it quickly fades away as
she kept her gaze towards the cityscape. "Ritsuko," she says, "Do you
think it's possible to still care for someone who has done you wrong so
"What do you mean?" she asks as she sets down her cigarette on an
Misato turns around, and continues, "I haven't turned off the
communicator during the incident this afternoon, and I could hear
Shinji calling out to the commander, and he sounded like he was very
concerned. I don't know what you think about that, but I think that I
could never care so much for anyone who have abandoned me, like . . ."
"Like your father?" she finishes Misato's sentence, and Misato
nods weakly. Ritsuko takes her cup of coffee, takes a sip, and sets it
down before she finally continues, "I guess the question here is not
whether you loved the pebble in your shoe or not, but rather a question
if that pebble loved you."
Misato looks up and says, "What are you saying?"
Ritsuko takes her cigarette and replies, "I'm saying that it's
not whether you still care for that person, but whether or not that
person still cares for you."
In the room next door, Ikari Gendo sat on a chair facing a laptop
computer on the table, one of the few possessions that the U.N had
managed to salvage from the wreckage of Unity-1. Although not many of
his possessions survived the crash, Gendo was quite relieved to find
that his laptop remained unscratched.
As the computer displays the main screen, Gendo uses the touch-
pad of the laptop and clicks on an icon on the screen. The password
dialogue box appears, and Gendo type in his password. A chime confirms
the password to be correct, and a media player toolbar appears. Gendo
presses the "Play" button, and after a few seconds of loading time, the
screen went dark and the words "Shinji's 5th Birthday" appears on the
screen. The words are then replaced by a recording of little Shinji
waving at the screen.
Gendo smiles an unusual caring smile as he sees little Shinji
running on the screen while Yui chases him around, trying to make him
stand still and adjusted his shirt. He even kept his smile as the
whole procession unfolds in front of him: the blowing of the candles as
the children sang "Happy Birthday", the opening of the presents, the
games that the kids played, and even until the end of the recording
where little Shinji slept soundly in his bed in his very own room.
"Our little boy is growing up," says Yui quietly on the recording
as the screen slowly darkens. Gendo presses the "Stop" button and
closes the laptop. He then joined his hands in front of him in his
normal calm gesture, although this time there was a hint of sadness in
'Yui, you never know how much I miss you ever since that cursed
day . . .,' he thought, 'Soon, Yui, we will be a family again: you, me,
and our son, just like we used to be . . ."
Brooks Avenue; 1st Day of Launch Preparations, 9:17 A.M
"Well, it's about time Misato got us out of that training
center," says Asuka as she walks on the sidewalk, "I thought I would
vegetate there." The three Children are walking down one of the street
of the city, doing some shopping to replace the things they lost when
Actually, it was Asuka who was doing most of the shopping while
Shinji carries most of her shopping bags, and Rei just followed both of
them around quietly. They have gone into numerous stores by the wide
and empty avenue, but it seemed as if Asuka's "appetite" for shopping
hasn't been fulfilled. Right now, Asuka leisurely walks around on the
sidewalk with a shopping bag on each hand while Shinji try to juggle
ten shopping bags on him.
"I still don't know why Misato -ugh- let us out," replies Shinji,
as he manages to balance five shopping bags, piling up like a wobbling
tower that he has to support with both hands, while the rest of the
bags are divided on each hand. "With 174 hours to spare, I think we
should be -whoa- training for the mission," he says again as he tries
not to topple the wobbling pile.
Asuka turns around, gives him a funny look, and draws closer,
surveying his face. "What is it?" he asks.
She draws back, and replies, "Your surgeon did a very good job
with those lobotomy stitches."
Shinji blinks, and says, "What are you saying?"
Asuka smiles, and replies, "I'm saying, you're far too obedient,
Third Child. Whatever Misato says, you would do it. You need to
lighten up a bit." She then continues to walk to a crossroad, and
point to the crossing sign.
"For example," she says, "The sign says not to walk. What do you
"I'll wait for the sign to turn green, of course," he replies,
trying to acknowledge Asuka's point.
"See? You're just too obedient," she says, "What you should do
is to look around, and see if there are cars around. If there aren't
any, then you should cross. Like this." She then practices her word
by looking around for vehicles. When she's sure that there are no
vehicles around, she quickly got on the road, turned around and says,
"See? Sometimes you gotta bend the rules if you wanna get somewhere."
Unfortunately, Asuka didn't realize that at the same moment a
motorist on a red sports-bike was advancing towards her. The motorist
was apparently glancing over the shoulder, as if making sure that he
wasn't followed. By the time the motorist looked back to the road, he
was already near to Asuka that he had just barely enough time to avoid
hitting her head on.
"Asuka, look out!!" cries Shinji, but when she turned around the
bike was already very near to her that she has no time to avoid it.
The side of the bike grazed Asuka and spins her as she fell to the
ground with a shriek; her bags fly from her arms and scatter their
contents on the street. The motorist himself, having his balance
disturbed by Asuka, sways his bike, falls, and slides on the street a
few feet further away from the scene of incident. Fortunately for him,
his helmet, jacket, and hard jeans absorb much of the impact as the
friction with the asphalt slowly brings him to a halt.
"Asuka!" cries Shinji again as he drops all of the bags to the
pavement and hurriedly runs up to her. Rei, who seemed somewhat
surprised by the incident but managed to keep her cool, follows Shinji
closely after making sure there are no other vehicles around.
"Asuka, are you alright?" he says again as he kneels down next to
"Ouch, my ankle!" she whines, "It hurts!" Shinji peers down to
examine her ankles, and surely enough, her left ankle was bright red
and swollen. "I must have twist it or something," she says again as
she winces in pain.
Shinji turns around to take a look at the motorist who nearly
blind-sided Asuka a few moments ago. He could see that the motorist is
now dragging his motorcycle to the sidewalk. Having succeeded in doing
that, the motorist turns around towards them and starts to run quickly
towards them. Shinji notices that aside from a few torns on the jacket
and jeans, the motorist did not receive any serious injuries.
Shinji then turns back towards Asuka and lift her in both arms.
"What are you doing?" she says with a bit of disagreement in her tone.
Without replying, Shinji carries the injured girl back to the
sidewalk, and gently sets her down against a wall.
A few moments later, the motorist gets to them, and exclaims,
"I'm sorry, I didn't see her. Is she alright?" The motorist then
kneels down next to Asuka, and takes off his red helmet. Shinji notes
that the motorist was actually a boy around 14 to 15 years old with the
same height as he is. He has a clear face, and a set of hazel brown
eyes. His sandy-yellow hair was straight and short in length, which
was matted by sweat but still somewhat tidy (Note: Think Quatre R.
Winner from Gundam Wing). His blue jeans came in contrast with his
black jacket, which has a picture of an Angel on the back with the
writings "Made In Heaven".
The motorist was very concerned of the girl's injuries. He
didn't have the slightest idea when he got up this morning that he is
going to blind-side a girl with his bike today.
He then casts a quick glance at the small group, and quickly
notices a contrast between them. The boy was definitely Asian, and the
girl she injured has a European look with her long Auburn hair. But
the weirdest sight was the other girl who was standing behind the Asian
boy: she looks neither European nor Asian. Her blue hair and burning
red eyes mysteriously conceals any clue of her origins.
A strong blow on his cheek completely disturbed his thoughts,
sends the boy falling backward, and lands on his back. As he tries to
recover himself, he sees the injured girl lowering her fist. The Asian
boy was obviously surprised by her action, for his eyes and mouth were
gaped wide in disbelief, while the other girl only raises an eyebrow at
"What did you that for?!" he shouts, as he rubs his sore jaw.
'Man, this girl packs a mean punch!' he thought.
"Dumbkof!" replies Asuka with fluent English, "You know what
that's for. Idiot!"
"Look, I said I'm sorry," he says again as he slowly got on his
knees, "You don't have to rub it in on me!"
"Sorry doesn't cut it, pal!" snarls Asuka, "You better watch
yourself 'cause I'm suing!"
Before the boy could reply, suddenly they were surrounded by a
bunch of men in black suits and dark glasses. They quickly seized
Asuka, Shinji, and Rei by forcing them to face the wall. Shinji
notices one of the men quickly handcuffed Asuka, an action which was
immediately followed by a series of German curses and thrashing, but
she was cut short when the sharp pain on her ankle returns.
"Are you alright?" says one of the men as he helps the boy gets
"Yeah I'm fine, I'm fine," he replies, somewhat irritated. He
glances at the people who were holding down the three children. "It's
alright, you could let them go," he says to the men.
One of them replies, "But she . . ."
"I said let them go!" he says again with a more authorative tone.
The men quickly comply, and let the three Children go.
"What's going on?" Shinji whispers to Asuka.
"How am I supposed to know?" she replies, and quickly holds her
ankle again, "Ugh, my ankle!"
One of the men in suits gets to the boy, and says to him, "You
shouldn't have ran away like that. It's too dangerous outside."
The boy brushes off the dust on his jacket and replies, "We
shouldn't be discussing this now, Captain. I just blind-sided this
girl, and she needs a medical attention right away."
"That could be arranged, but she has to come along with us first
for questioning," he replies with a coldness that reminds Shinji of his
"For what?" asks Asuka.
The man looks down at her, and says, "For a criminal offense of
assault and battery towards the First Son."
Asuka's mouth gape open and her eyes grows wider. Noticing the
change of expression, Shinji moves closer to her, and says, "Asuka,
what did he say?"
Without taking her gaze away from the other boy, she replies,
"Looks like I just beat up the President's son . . ."
President's Resting House; 11:02 A.M
"Damn it!" mumbles Misato, as she paces nervously in front of an
antique table. "Stupid! Idiot!", she mumbles on, "Arrrgh! I knew it
was a mistake to let them out with Asuka!"
The four NERV executives have been asked an hour ago for an
audience at the resting house on behalf of the President of the United
States. While they were waiting in the tastefully decorated Victorian
guestroom, a representative came in earlier and told them what the
matter is, thus started Misato's nervous pacing.
"Would you calm down and have a seat?" says Ritsuko calmly as she
lift her cup of coffee from the table, "It's not that serious." With
that, she takes a sip of her coffee.
"What do you mean, it's not that serious?" she replies as she
takes her seat next to Ritsuko, "We're here to get their help, and
Asuka's action is not helping us at all."
"I have to agree with Dr. Akagi, Captain," says Fuyutsuki, "No
matter how serious this is, it will not ruin our mission. The
President is still a human, and I'm sure he wanted to survive from all
At that, the wooden double-door gently opens up, and an elderly
man steps in. He was in his thirties, medium height, and has an air of
a responsible leader all around him. His hair was light brown with a
few small patches of white hair here and there. His hazel brown eyes
eyed the guests with respect and dignity. His lips formed a smile, and
he greets his guests with a warm voice. "Welcome to the United
States, ladies and gentlemen," he says, as he signals the two men on
the door to get in.
The men quickly complies, and takes out four
communicator/translator from their pocket, walks down to the guests,
and hands them each one communicator, except for Gendo who politely
refused the offer with a lift of a hand. The two men then quickly gets
to the double door and closes them.
As the President sits on a seat across the medium, exquisite
table, Misato gets up and says hastily, "Mr. President, before we start
on anything, I would like to apologize of what happened to your son.
Asuka is . . ."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Ms. Katsuragi," says the President, as
being translated in the communicator, "In fact, it's me who should
apologize of what my son have done to Ms. Souryuu."
"Where are the Children now, sir?" asks Fuyutsuki as Misato sits
back on the sofa.
"Oh, my son are showing them around the house. Ms. Souryuu's
injuries are not too bad, so she is currently with them now. We could
speak more freely that way," he replies.
"What is it that you wish to speak to us, Mr. President?" asks
Gendo, with a surprisingly fluent English, in a respectful yet cold
At his remark, the President pauses, as if Gendo's words have
struck the heart of the matter. He slowly gets up, turns around, and
orders the two men on the door to leave the room. As they disappeared
behind the double door, the President slowly sits back on his seat, and
continues, "The reason why I invited you here is to discuss about
something that concerns my son, Adam . . ."
"You're what?!" says Asuka as she blinks in disbelief, almost
dropping her glass of cold orange juice to the floor.
The First Son nods in approval, and replies, "I'm the designated
pilot of Eva Unit-03, code-named: the Fifth Child, Adam Traeger."
The children were now lounging leisurely inside Adam's richly
decorated Victorian-style bedroom after their tour around some parts of
the resting house. The room, according to Asuka, was that suitable for
a prince: quite large in size with three glass doors that connects to
the balcony on the garden.
On the South end of the room, next to the entrance, was a
fireplace with the frames made out of white marble. On each side of
the fireplace were antique chairs made out oak wood and fine silk,
obviously intended as a place of comfort during the cold season. On
top of the fireplace was a huge mirror with golden colored frame.
Another mirror was placed on the West end of the room, on top of a
small wooden drawer with a basket of fresh fruit on top of it. Rei was
quietly standing next to the drawer, a glass of water in hand, as she
watches the others engaged in a conversation.
"I was gonna' keep this as a secret, but then you guys told me
that you were Eva pilots, so I just thought to give it away," says Adam
again. He was wearing a light pink shirt, white pants, a black vest,
and a pair of black shoes. His almost formal attire almost completely
eliminates the fact that he was the motorist who blind-sided Asuka this
morning and forced her to sit on a wheelchair.
"Wonderful!" replies Asuka sarcastically, "First you nearly
killed me, now you're an Eva pilot too?! What is this, April Fool?!"
"Why? What's wrong on being an Eva pilot?" he replies, somewhat
puzzled at her remark.
"Why?! I'll tell you why! Because . . ." Asuka falls short of
words at that point. "Because . . ." she tries again, but couldn't put
her tongue into it. 'Yeah, what is wrong on being an Eva pilot?' she
thought, 'Why do I despise other Eva pilots except myself?'
"Never mind . . ." she sighs, which left Adam with a puzzled look
on his face. At that, Shinji turns on his headset. Seeing his
gesture, Adam puts on his translator that was on the bed next to him.
"Do you know why they chose you as an Eva pilot?" Shinji says,
as translated on the headset.
"I think they have a good reason why they chose me as a pilot."
Adam sighs. "It is because . . ."
". . . your son was born on the same day Second Impact occurred,
Mr. President," says Ritsuko, "Such a fact would prove to be very
useful to defend ourselves from the Angels."
"How is that possible?" replies the President, still trying to
keep his cool. No doubt there were signs on his face that he had hoped
against NERV's will.
"Evas could only be controlled by a child that was born near the
Second Impact. The fact that Adam, your son, was born on the day of
Second Impact could also mean that his synchronization ratio with an
Eva would be . . ."
"Yes, I know" he says again, interrupting Ritsuko's explanation,
"Your Branch 1 has requested a sync test for Adam four months ago, and
the result, as they said, was outstanding."
"87% ratio, yes we know," replies Ritsuko casually.
The President slowly gets up from the chair and walks slowly
towards the window, gazing dreamily to the cityscape. He pauses for
quite a while there before he finally says, "Adam was the only reason
left for me to live my life. My wife died when she delivered him, at
that faithful day of the Second Impact."
"I promised Jill, my wife, as I held Adam in my arms that I would
protect him from harm. I would do anything in my power to keep him
happy and safe." He then lowers his head, sighs, and continues, "But
now, all humanity rests their survival on my son. It would be selfish
of me to refuse your proposal, but if anything happens to Adam, I'm not
sure how I could face Jill when I died. I'm not sure what to do . . ."
Ritsuko sees that the veil of an authorative leader starts to
lift from the man's face. She sees in its place a weary man who is
pleading for his son's life to them. She begins to feel uncertain of
the whole plan of Adam's appointment when Gendo stands up and says,
"Mr. President . . ."
"Please, call me Bill."
"Mr. President," insist Gendo, "My son is the pilot of Eva-01,
and my wife disappeared during the test activation of Unit-01. My loss
is the same as yours, but we must not mourn for our loss at times like
this. Instead, we must think of the future of those who survived
"Your son has been offered a chance to give humanity a surviving
chance against the Angels. Whether you give him this chance or not is
entirely in your hands. But know this, Mr. President, the death of 2.5
billion people would be in your hands if you refuse to take this last
resort. Good day." With that, Gendo starts toward the door.
"Mr. Ikari!" calls the President with such an authorative tone
that made Ikari Gendo falls short in his steps. He turns around and
looks at the man near the window who turns around towards him.
"It would be a dark day when we let our children do the fighting
for us," he says.
Gendo coolly fixes his glasses and draws his cold smile. "We are
living in those days, Mr. President," he says afterwards.
That afternoon, an official received a quite large package
addressed to Adam Traeger with no return address and only a symbol of
NERV plastered on the top of the container. After a thorough safety
inspection and a confirmation with NERV, the package was then delivered
to the Fifth Child who opens it with much anticipation.
Inside of the container was a security clearance card with his
picture and identities on them, a book which reads "Welcome To NERV" on
the front and a bulk of black fabric underneath. As he pulls the
object, he realized it was a black and white plug-suit, designed
specifically to fit him.
Suite 4065, Sheraton Imperial Suites; 10:49 P.M
"Straight Flush!" exclaimed Ritsuko as she triumphantly reveals
"Oh man!" Misato moans, as she slumps herself to the table and
watches as Ritsuko gathers her money yet again. "You cheat, didn't
"How could you cheat luck?" Ritsuko replies as she finishes
gathering the money from the table. She was wearing her new clothes
that she bought with the money she won last night: a black skirt and a
light-blue T-shirt which says "Surfin' USA".
"You tell me, oh great Mother Brain of NERV!" says Misato again
as she took a big gulp from her can of cold Bud. A few drops of beer
fall on her light-green tank top and all over her white cut-off jeans.
"You're a pig, you know that?!" wince Ritsuko as her friend gives
a long, loud and rude burp.
"Heh, beer is the joy of living!" she replies. Her expression
then changes to seriousness as she places her beer on the table. Her
face signals a really deep thought that Ritsuko can't help but wonder.
"What is it?" she asks her.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm just thinking about this morning . . ."
She took a sip from her cup of coffee, and says, "About Adam?"
"Yeah . . . I mean, he's lucky he has a caring father, unlike two
people here that I know . . ." replies Misato as she look dreamily at a
painting of a sunset at a beach.
"You might be surprised, captain," she says as she sets down her
cup, "Gendo and your father might have cared for their children even
much greater than you thought. I mean, the fact that you lived is a
proof of how great your father's love for you"
"Hmm . . ." she replies dreamily, "So the pebble in my shoe still
loves me . . ."
"You could put it that way . . ." she says as she lift her cup
again and took a final sip from it.
In the room next door, Gendo stares lovingly at the image of Yui
holding the 4-year-old Shinji on one arm. His eyes grew compassionate
as he whispers, "Yui . . ."
To Be Continued
Author's Note : First of all, I'd like to apologize for not being able
to continue the story throughout the summer. I have to
deal with my own problems of moving to a new school
after the summer vacation. What's more, the new school
haven't installed any Internet access until around
Thanksgiving, which is quite understandable since it's
in the middle of nowhere in Arizona. Now, even though
the summer is over and "Armageddon" was now a
yesterday's news, I hope you guys won't mind reading my
story. As usual, write suggestions to me at
firstname.lastname@example.org (no flames, please!). I would
really appreciate them. Well, see you next episode,
and I promise this sort of thing wouldn't happen again
next time. See ya!