I'm Sorry if this got sent out twice, but my mailer software giving
me a hard time.
Here it is again. The prologue has all of the revisions that people
pointed out needed fixed
.
I'm looking for pre-readers of the two series that I've got going.
These are: Tenchi Muyo! No Need for the Throne and this series. If
you're interested, email me at rei_0000@geocities.com.
Since I've gotten a few queries into what's goingon in this series, my
Author's notes remain in this posting.
The title is a bit deceptive in the fact that the work is not
related to the Angelic War that is seen in the anime and manga series.
Instead, after I had the chance to read the script to Eva episodes 25
and 26 provided on the net, I started to look at the series in a new
light. What if SHINJI was just having a nightmare, and the entire
series of events in NGE was nothing more than a very long and
complicated dream sequence? I started toying with the idea and realized
that it was very easy to fit all of the EVENTS of the series into a
dream interpretation format.
One thing that all readers must know about this is fic: there are
absolutely NO Eva's or Angels fighting in this.
Rei, Shinji, Asuka, Yui, Gendo, Misato and the gang are tied up in
this convoluted mess (plus a few new people,) but all in all, it makes
perfect sense according in a dream interpretation/psychoanalysis format.
Well, enough of my yakking... on with the story.
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Book 1: The World of a Dreamer
PROLOGUE (Part 1, Revelation 0.00): Chernobyl, 1985 and the Twin
Blessings
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By: "Anno" Ikari Ayanami
Rei
Concepts developed by: Lord
Archive
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United Soviet Socialists Republic of Ukraine,
Cernabyll (Chernobyl NPP) Villask, 148 Km NW of Kiev.
April 26, 1986; 12:30 PM...
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"I hear the sounds of distant thunder,
Echo all around.
I hear the tragedy of young ones
Lying on the ground...
I see the fathers' sons and daughters,
I hear the mothers crying.
Nothing left for me to do
But, Whisper A Prayer For The Dying...
You can't run, you can't hide;
You can't show what you feel inside...
You're going crazy, going insane
You know you'll never be the same again...
"Whisper a Prayer for the Dying"
(c)1993 David Coverdale and
Jimmy Page.
Misato and her father, Hyroga Katsuragi had gotten off the plane in
Kiev no more that two days ago and was jostling along the unkempt roads
of the Soviet Republic. In eight more they would be in Chernobyl. The
small hamlet would be starving for the hope that her and her father were
bringing to the communist state.
From Japan, Hyroga and Misato had been sent to Russia by their
congregation at St. John's to be an evangelical witness. The trip was
planned to last three months. Three months of preaching the Good News
and surveying the conditions in Soviet Russia. Instead of acceptance,
they had discovered persecution at the hands of the government. Only
able to speak in very tightly sanctioned areas and only at certain
times, the trip in Misato's view had turned hopeless. She only hoped
that the remaining two weeks in Chernobyl would be memories that she
could look fondly on.
"How much longer, Papa-san?" asked Misato with about the same amount of
curiosity as a child taking a bus ride for a field trip.
"Not much longer." said Hyroga.
A man of few words, Katsuragi Hyroga rarely addressed anyone with their
name, let alone their full. Many had realized that when the elder
Katsuragi spoke your name, trouble was ahead. Driving the van that the
government had allowed them to use, he appeared to be a short, hunched
mid aged man. However, once out of the vehicle, many reevaluated him.
Standing at about six feet tall, he easily soared over the heads of
several of the mission team. Jet black hair and deep brown eyes,
bordering on black, met the world head on with the confidence of a man
absorbed by his work and faith. When he spoke, it was if he had the
angelic hosts behind him.
Beside him sat his daughter, Misato. A beautiful young woman of 19,
she had blue-black hair and a welcoming smile. Her father had many
times kept close watch over her, making sure that none of the Russian
men that they were around didn't get any funny ideas about his
daughter. As it was, she was promised to an over-curious police cadet
in Tokyo, which had too much of a past for Hyroga's liking.
Bouncing and jostling. The Ukrainian roads sped by. Minutes and
hours. Kilometer by Kilometer. Boring farm land passed their windows.
>From Hyroga's stand point, there was another soul caught up in this
atheist state's vile clutches. He only hoped the Americans, who
defended the shores of Japan, would come in and scourge this infestation
of ungodly sin. The people of this land deserved better that this.
Finally they made it to the Soviet Hostel only thirty minutes to
Chernobyl. Getting out of the van, Misato noticed the tall smoke stacks
in the distance. That's funny, thought Misato. Sure, there was nothing
wrong with seeing smoke stacks. She'd seen enough of them in Tokyo. It
just profoundly bothered her, however, that they were so close to a
residency.
"Papa-san, what are those?" Misato said pointing to the five red and
white stacks in the distance.
"Smoke stacks," he replied calmly, as if they weren't of any concern.
"No. Not, what are they, but what are they for?"
"It's just the power plant," said an unfamiliar voice.
"And who you be, who knows Japanese?" said the elder Katsuragi in
broken Russian..
"I'm the man the government sent down from Moscow to make your stay go
smoothly," The reply came from a tall man wearing a KGB uniform.
"Security reasons, you understand."
Hyroga just grunted and started to get the things unpacked from the
van. Bastard, he'll probably dissuade every person in the city from
coming to the meeting, he thought with anger. Trunks were handed off to
Misato as the Kommandant got their rooms.
If only they'd let us do as we pleased, thought Misato, then I'd be a
lot happier. As the KGB officer walked back to the father and daughter,
he tossed the keys to their rooms to her father. He had changed so much
since they had gotten out of Japan. She felt that he'd become far more
reclusive than usual. Even when mother had left him, he wasn't like
this. It was almost like he'd become an entirely different man. Even
when she'd asked him about it, he's told her that he hadn't changed any
and that it really wasn't her concern.
Walking down the halls of the Hostel they came to their room. Once
inside, they realized how small the accommodations were. Not as small
as a traditional Japanese apartment, but pretty close. Ever since they
had gotten in to the Eastern Block, they had been used to larger living
quarters than they were used to. Stuffed mattresses on metal frames
were the standard for their rooms. Different for them since every other
Hostel that they had stayed at had had dressers. Misato checked the
bathroom to discover that they had their own complete shower and
toilet. Nice trade off she thought. Too many of the other places they
had stayed at had had communal bathes. Sure the men and the women were
separated, but the idea bothered her.
Misato and her father got set up in their rooms and prepared to go
down to the dining hall for dinner. Misato realized that all that
driving had given her an incredible appetite. They exited their rooms
and made towards their meal. The halls of the Hostel were bare and
severe, tell them that the community were probably all factory and coal
miners. For some reason this encouraged her father.
"The man who labors long and hard are always striving for
righteousness," said Hyroga. "for the saints all agree that even the
LORD was a carpenter's son." He always knew the best way to irritate
the government men. The man from Moscow looked pale when he had
proclaimed the word. Misato hid a very wicked grin at the mans
reaction. Oh, this might get interesting. Especially when Papa-san
starts preaching...
As they passed a large concrete door, they heard a loud explosion from
the direction of the power plant. The window facing the plant had,
minutes before, shown a normal Ukrainian night. When the blast came,
the sky changed from a dull blue to a sooty red and yellow with several
shades that Hyroga didn't think existed.
"My God! Reactor Four just went Nova!" screamed the KGB man.
"What?!" Hyroga barked back in broken Russian. "You mean tell me that
was NUCLEAR PLANT!" Misato's father's voice had gone up several
decibels.
Jeez, Dad you need to work on your grammar, thought Misato. Here we
were in the Ukraine to spread the Word, and he can't even speak the
native tongue properly. He was right though, if that was a nuclear
plant, then they'd just came to a Hell on Earth. Before she could
react, her father was pushing her into the room behind the concrete
door. The room was a nuclear fallout shelter from the appearance of
it. Then she heard her father speak in their native tongue.
"Stay put Misato... I'll be back as soon as I can for you." Then the
giant foot thick door slammed shut.
****
Outside of the shelter, Katsuragi Hyroga turned to the ashen faced KGB
man. The man that stood before him was almost catatonic with fright.
With luck and a little divine intervention, thought Hyroga, even this
heathen will realize the import of the events occurring out side.
Stepping toward the socialist policeman, Hyroga put on his most serious
of faces and began the task of bringing the cop back to the present
tense.
"Well, friend, it appear government and the church have similar agenda,
now." this fact didn't seem to work on the bemused young man. Hyroga
decided to use an approach that he had seen in American movie. He
reached over and grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him into the
plaster wall hard enough to wind the man. "I say I and you go help.
Hmm?"
"But we don't have any protection... " stammered the officer. "If we
go out there, we'll die!"
"We no go out there, people -many people- die!" the missionary's face
took on a very determined look, one that the KGB officer had never seen
on the aged Japanese man's face before. As Hyroga released the front of
the man's coat, his face took on a look of disgust. "Obviously you no
better than old woman!"
That bastard would die for that comment, thought the Russian. But
then, he had been told to keep his hands off of the runt and let him
practice his 'hokey' religion. On top of that he remembered the old man
had diplomatic immunity. "Fine, but understand, I'm not responsible for
you!"
The two men ran out into the fiery inferno, marking their mortal fate,
choosing their deaths...
****
Hours past in the bunker. The place had filled up after the blast.
Women and children wailed as the men folk abandoned them to help clear
the wreckage, thus sacrificing themselves to save any who may not have
been contaminated. Babies cried for their mothers as mothers cried for
their husbands and loved ones. The facts were clear to these women:
they would not see their men again, at least not in the same condition
that they had been when they had left.
Misato took this all in, yet the young Japanese girl did not
understand. Sure, they had preached about the deadly effects of nuclear
bombs in the schools. Especially in Hiroshima where Misato had been
raised. This, however, had not been a nuclear bomb, this was the
meltdown of a nuclear fission electric plant, a peaceful and presumably
clean method of electric power. The thought of radiation fallout did
not occur to the young Katsuragi.
"Why do you cry?" Misato asked an elderly woman in clear Russian.
"Did not you know, child? My poor Vladimir won't be coming back to me,
child. The poisons that were given off when the power plant blew up are
killing those that are helping prolong the lives of the dying," the old
woman looked at the disheveled girl. "Aren't you that missionary man's
daughter? The one from Japan?"
"Yes," said Misato with surprise, "but how do you know about me and
Papa-san?"
"Child, where is he?" the old woman followed Misato's eyes as she
looked at the door to the shelter. "Come near, child. I fear you will
need comforting soon enough."
"What do you mean!?! My father is just fine! He's out helping the
Government man with the... " the realization slowly dawned on her face.
Emotions flew across her face like waves on a troubled sea. Misato
whirled around and ran for the door.
"Papa-san! Papa-san! Come back, Papa-san!" By now she was pounding
on the foot thick lead and concrete door. The door's response was that
of a solid "THUNK, THUNK," and bloodying Misato's soft hands.
"Papa-sa-ha-han," sobbed the girl.
Amidst the crying and screams of fear and sorrow, the old woman watched
on in sorrow and spoke softly. "The only thing left to do is whisper a
prayer for the dying..."
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Tokyo, Japan.
Tokyo General Hospital,
April 26, 1986; 7:01 PM...
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Ikari Gendo paced the waiting room nervously. His wife of less than a
year, Ikari Yui was in the delivery room providing the nervous man with
an heir. He had been woken by Yui shaking him awake at about 4:30 in
the morning proclaiming that he needed to get her to the hospital
immediately. This along with explanation that her water had broke, had
brought the newlyweds tearing through the streets of Tokyo in search of
a hospital.
Yui and Gendo had met on the job. She had been an intern from the US
University of Michigan. He and her had been working on several projects
together. She was researching applications of genetic engineering,
while Gendo had been assigned to her project to aid her in the applied
chemical aspects. They had spent two years working together and getting
to know each other. One thing had led to another and within three
months of her graduation as the youngest doctorate at U of M and her
moving back to Japan, they had gotten married. At this moment their
wedding night fun was changing into a blessing.
Normally Gendo was in control of his nerves, but now, almost eighteen
hours after Yui's labor pains had begun, he as a nervous wreck. The
delivery team that was supervising the birthing of the Ikari child had
had an orderly remove the worried father from the room at about ten o'
clock, since he was getting far too nervous for the midwife to handle.
Since then he had been obliged to wearing a hole in the carpet of the
waiting room. After a while, the young man sat down and started t
nervously flip through the pages of a manga that he had brought in with
him from the car to pass the time. Unfortunately, the fear that
something was wrong with his lovely wife started to pervade his
thinking.
Gendo was thanking the gods that his job with the blossoming German
corporation, Gehirn Biomedical, had health insurance and that all of the
bills would paid with in the week.
Sitting not far from him was an old man in his late fifties. The man
noticed the perceivable case of nervousness that Gendo was showing and
attributed it to the proper cause.
"Your first child?" the voice of the man was calm and friendly.
"Yes," said the expectant father. "I'm worried about my wife. She's
been in there for over 18 hours."
"Don't worry about it, son," the man said. "The first birth always
takes a bit longer than most." The confidence in his voice was
reassuring to Gendo. Right now he needed told these things to calm his
fears. As he sat there, the old man introduced himself as Kanai
Hiroki. He was a teacher at a school in Tokyo. They talked about
everything, but the birth. This tactic was what was needed to calm the
twenty-seven year old chemical engineer.
As they started talking about the work that he and Yui do at the new
construction site thirty-three kilometers from Tokyo, the midwife that
had been handling the birth walked out of the delivery room with a grin
on her face. Gendo wasn't lost when he saw that smile, he realized that
it was done and that everything was going to be OK.
"Ah, there you are," she beamed. "I've got good news for you, Ikari
Gendo-san."
"Good news?" Gendo nervously mouthed.
"Yes," the old woman said. "You're the proud father of two very
healthy twins."
"Twins?" his voice cracked and he looked on dumbly as the woman
explained the situation.
"Yes, twins. That's why it was taking so long. Apparently they
couldn't decide who would come out first. But, finally your son decided
to say hello to all of us."
The look on Gendo's face was precious as his normally straight face was
replaced with an ear to ear grin. "Did you here that?" he asked the old
man. "I've got two sons!" Before the old teacher could reply the
midwife made a correction to that statement.
"Actually, no. You've a son and a daughter. They were paternal; not
identical," this didn't change the mood of Gendo in the least as he
hugged the old man and the midwife.
"is it Ok if I see my wife and my children?"
"They're in room one, on the second floor."
"Thank you," said Gendo over his shoulder as he hurried for the
elevator.
****
The elevator didn't seem to work fast enough for Gendo, but he
impatiently waited as it rose from the ground floor to the floor that
the nurse had specified. His only thoughts right then were of his wife
and the prospect of raising a family. As the doors opened he began
running over a list of names in his head. The walk to the room was
short, even shorter still because of the distance that Gendo covered in
his hurried stride.
When he entered the room, Yui was lying on her back feeding one of the
twins. Her face held the contentment so common to young mothers.
Looking up she spotted her husband standing at the door as if he were an
intruder. Motioning him in, she flashed a smile at him and then began
rocking the child that minutes had been suckling at her breast.
"You don't have to be afraid, Gendo," her beautiful flute-like voice
intoned. "So, What should we name the kids, Anada?"
"I've been giving it some thought," he said with wonder on his face.
On impulse he reached down and gently brought up the other child that
Yui was watching in the collapsible crib that had been brought in by her
parents. "Am I doing this right?" The question was answered by a
gentle tilt of Yui's head.
"So, what have you come up with?"
"Hmm?" said Gendo distractedly.
"Names, Anada. I was wondering what names you've come up with." The
comment brought the list back to his mind. Two on the list stood out
more than all of the others. The girl's name had a beautiful and
haunting quality, while the boy's was strong and confident.
"We'll name the boy Shinji," he continues distractedly as he stared
into the red eyes of the baby in his arms, "And..." he paused, "the
girl, Rei."
"Both names are very good and strong," said Yui with a smile of
acknowledgement. She looked at the child in Gendo's arms and said,
"Rei-chan, meet your daddy, Papa-san." The baby in Gendo's arms cooed
at her father at her name.
"It seems that she knows her name," remarked Gendo with a smile. He
sat down beside the bed. He then began the usual male tradition of
checking for the proper amount of fingers and toes. He stopped again at
those deep red eyes that took in the room with curiosity. Red eyes,
that wasn't right...
"Yui, what causes red eyes?"
"What do you mean, Anada?"
"Rei's eyes, they're red, almost like the color of blood..." Gendo's
voice trailed off as he though. Oh, gods, no! Please don't curse this
blessing! Please!
"Oh, THAT!" Yui sat back in her bed again, cradling Shinji in her
arms. "It's OK Anada. She's an Albino. I guess one of us have some
pretty messed up recessive traits in our genetic past." She began to
play with the baby boy that giggled and cooed in her arms.
This announcement raised Gendo's spirits immensely. Though rare in
Japan, albinism is definitely not too major a health condition to deal
with. It just meant that Rei would have to avoid direct sunlight.
Eventually, Gendo handed Yui the sleeping baby Rei and carefully
repeated the ritual for his son Shinji.
Everything seemed in its correct place, and his eyes were a deep blue,
like his mother's. Gendo sat back and relaxed as he rocked Shinji to
sleep.
"Sleep well, my son."
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Well, There's the extended and revised form of the Dreamer prologue.
C&C, flames, MST's, etc. welcome.
Send all that to rei_0000@geocities.com
Thanks,
Rei-chan