NGE: A Coin Just Tossed (Experimental Chapter)

[Iesu]

The title was derived from a thought that I once had when we were counting coins from my mom's pot change bank. A coin has two sides, which in the story of Evangelion would be the two choices that were involved for the decision on the fate of the world. But the strange thing was that what if the coin landed upon its edge, and a third choice was presented. This is an alternate reality based upon the story yet it will entail to a much different finale.

This was also based on some of my dreams, cause Rei has always been my imaginary muse and at some point that had influenced my dreams, which will also explain to why I'll be using my author name for this fic, and if you had read my other fic that was also about Eva, I had made it clear in that. hehe... Maybe too much of a fan for Rei. But please don't misunderstand, this first part is far from the ending and the last angel. This had happened only just after Asuka had come into Tokyo-3... or was it two... I forgot my eva stuffs...

Well, enough of my babbling, I may be just boring you... hehe... so, I just hope you enjoy.

A Coin Just Tossed - (An Experimental Chapter)

The air seemed heavier as I stepped upon the cement pathways, with a certain push to it, almost trying to push me to return back to where I was, but I knew it was all in my mind. My hair blew back slightly with the gale, or maybe much less, a breeze perhaps or just an unnoticeable wind. Maybe I was just overacting, but for some reason, I thought the air was truly against me this day.
My feet dragged upon the hard path, almost scraping, though yet again I knew it was only within my mind, again I knew I was just imagining such things, but it seemed that road was dirtier or grimier, that each step I took was a lot more difficult. My steps banged upon my head, almost like a giant?s step were they real, or probably a boulder falling to ground. I thought even the ground was against me.
It was all too difficult for me this day, and it would be were you to know what had happened. It was not really a burden but still it weighed down heavily on me. The early morning, first off, had been terrible. I woke really early, even before the sun had the chance to rise upon the skies, just like I always do, to watch my usual entertainment. I hope you won?t take offense when I say my ?usual entertainment? is actually a whole stack of ?exotic? compact discs and tapes as well as ?bare women magazines?. I?m a guy after all, and I know that most of you are doing the same. Of course I?m not one to get really involved with those things; I just watch, period, nothing else but that.
To continue on with the event, I had moved towards our old entertainment system and had my newest video disc in hand, aptly entitled ?School of Lust?. Just as I had opened the disc tray, the player started to smoke out and fizzled within; causing sparks and a fire were I not there. In addition, I made a lot of noise to wake up my parents and now they had forced me to sleep once again, but then again, it was not the first time it happened. The player by the way was going out of my pay in the restaurant. But that would be much later.
Then, just as the sound of the alarm rang off with another one of its screeching sounds I used to avoid by my previous action, I moved myself up awake and made my usual routine. A really cold shower since the heater broke because of the fuss and fizzle of the player shorting its circuit. Yeah, I know, it?s an unbelievable occurrence, but it happened so I won?t really be talking about it were it not to happen.
After another blunder of events, yet another one happened, as if I triggered some sort of chain reaction that was following me all day, or a black cloud that would never leave me alone. Just after I had put my clothes on, and with some luck that had gone better than all that had happened, I turned on my computer to print out my homework only to find out that it had auto formatted the evening and now all I had was a new operating system and another headache.
It was only a few points, yes, but it added to my aggravation and the lectures about waking up so early that my mother had for me didn?t really help much. I just nodded my way to freedom, and as usual, my father was resting upon the table head, reading the newspaper and just remaining quiet.
And now were here, after such a long account, I?m sure you were bored of it, and I was bored taking it into account again. The path seemed a bit dirtier with what had happened, yet I knew it was all in my mind. Now I was late, and it didn?t matter. It was nothing worse than what had happened to me and now I didn?t feel like going, but I had one of those guilt urges once again and decided that I had to, for some reason.
At least the winds had eased its hold upon me just as I had reached a few meters away from the school, my eyes straight, staring upon the gates that had been held open since morning, without the sight of anything else. As I neared the passage, I kicked a stone off from the grounds, a grunt escaping my mouth as the rock tapped against the far wall with a silent thud. The background of this scene was the sight of a few others upon the open field of the school grounds, the boys on the lower part practicing soccer and the girls on the higher with their swimming.
Then it hit me, as if the day couldn?t get any worse, a soccer ball had hit me square upon the temple of my forehead, a loud swear echoing upon the open field, coming from my own lips, with another that had followed it and a kick from my own foot to the ball. I saw it in a blur, but I still saw it, the ball bouncing off upon the cross like wire fence, the elasticity of the wire gave the ball momentum enough to bounce towards the far window. As the glass broke, I stared wide eyed upon its direction, yet another swear escaping my mouth.
The surroundings grew silent, but it took a moment for me to realize it, as I continued to stare upon the broken glass, with my arms nervously fisted and my teeth gritted with anger and dismay. If only I could turn back time, I think that was a very old song, even before I was born, but it fit the scene that was occurring now.
I dared not look to the other side, to where others were, other students that have seen what I did, and still some instructors that there and ready to give me yet another lecture about destroying school property and of my potty mouth. My head quickly shifted down to the ground as an instructor from within the broken glass window peered his head out into the open and stared around the field. It was lucky that the ball bounced back down to the field rather than within that room but then again, it wasn?t so lucky that the ball managed to find its way towards my feet. I stared down in silent dismay and anxiousness as the ball made its slow roll, tapping against my feet. I wanted it over, I wanted it all over, whatever lecture, whatever I had to do, but it wasn?t that easy.
From both sides of the field, I heard their booming voices, one from the window above, the other from the field, contempt and controlled anger in their tones, though still a loud crash of a sound, ?Seizuka! To The Headmaster?s Office! After Class!?
The sound echoed upon my mind, the thought of yet another meeting with the head of the school gave made the day I thought would never turn worse did turn worse. I only nodded as I picked up the ball and tossed it towards the low court. Giggles of girls and the mocking speech of boys replaced the silence as I eyed those upon the field.
I knew most of them, they were actually by classmates, and their faces were etched in my memory from the long days that we had to be cooped up in school. There was Hikari, trying to calm everyone down again, though it was evident that she was trying to push back the laugh that was forming within her, her lips still a slight curved as she tried to force it down to a serious face. Then there was red haired Asuka, jabbering about this and that again, laughing even louder than most, speaking German gibberish that no one really understood, but she spoke it anyway. I could still hear her voice repeating again and again and again about how stupid one had to be to be able to do that. I almost wanted to take off my shoe and throw it towards her, but my conscience spoke that that would just make it worse. What a great time for my conscience to work.
Then on the lower field was others I knew off, Touji, with his usual smirk and laugh, slapping Shinji in the back like some punching bag as he only managed a weak smile yet it was also obvious that it was made with ease. I swore under my breath yet again as I moved towards the building into my class.
I halted half way upon the doorstep as I stared into the corridors, my eyes straight. I saw Asuka and Hikari, Touji and Shinji? that means? Great? It was Physical Education today, the worst subject that I had to endure, that is for me at least. I hated running around doing things that had no point to them, like kicking a ball into some net just to score a point and only fail when you?re not even remotely good at it. Such was life, and I had to follow.
I kicked the floors off of dust as I bounded myself towards the lockers. The floor was grimy once again upon my step, with each movement growing even more difficult to take as I tried to forget everything with each step I took, though only to fail. Such things were difficult to release from the mind, and I was too busy with the thought of an excuse to the Headmaster that it didn?t have time to process in my mind nor to be rid of it until the end of the hall way.
The ache upon my forehead still beat, but I didn?t even try to touch it. I was too preoccupied, and all that I could hear was their voices and my steps that were once again ringing in my ears like boulders. As I turned the corner towards the lockers, my eyes had moved towards someone within, and it hadn?t dawned to me that it was the girl?s locker room, even if it was quite obvious.
I stared at her from a distance, my eyes as if glued to her as I caught a glimpse of her only after she had moved her bathing suit up her back and had set it upon her shoulders with a light snap. She glanced down upon her items, her school clothes that rested neatly upon the benches, moving her hand over a crease, her eyes seemed only upon the thing she was fixing, not even a glimpse towards me.
I had to move away, I wanted to move away. After all, I was already branded a hentai, I didn?t want to completely prove everyone right, and this would be one case scenario. Maybe she would understand, maybe she would not really mind, maybe she would determine that I was looking upon her as she stripped and revealed cream white flesh and? God, what the hell am I thinking of.
She brushed her blue hair back with one hand as she straightened herself, taking in a deep breath before tilting her head towards me, her head tilting slightly as she observed me. Crimson eyes stared at me in silence, though her expression was one of indifference, her eyes silent contemplation of who or maybe even what I am.
My legs were glued upon the ground, and obviously it was as heavy as a ton of steel. I couldn?t even move my body as I started to stutter and babble some nonsense about moving into the class and breaking glass and about hating the subject and it just went on and on.
She didn?t move, she didn?t even flinch, nor regard me with as much as a nod. She just stared at me with that very same indifference, her stare almost emotionless, or maybe even completely so. A long moment of silence followed us as I tried to gather my words, my eyes meeting hers, her gaze seeming to dig deep into me as my breath held nervously, what she was about to do almost now seen to me.
My lips parted as I tried to speak, only to find out that it was too dry for any speech to come out. I shut my mouth close, a shock moving through me, my movement too quick, causing me to jump for the reason that I had bitten my tongue. I moved my hand over mouth, mumbling in my mouth a swear as I banged my fist against the wall, grunting and rocking my head back and forth, trying to relieve of the pain, yet she didn?t even move, not even an utter of a word, not even a laugh.
As I regained my composure, I saw her, taking a small napkin or handkerchief of sorts, her padded step echoing through the silence. My eyes widened slightly as she moved closer, my head tilting away upon her approach. I tried to gulp in, but the lump upon my throat was a lot more difficult to push down, words that were forming in my mind were blocked by that very lump.
I tried not to look at her, my eyes narrowing upon the realization that she will slap me or something of that sort, and that only through conscience will she use the padding of a napkin to soften the blow, but to my surprise, I was wrong.
I felt her presence just before me, standing silently, unmoving once again. She just stared at me, or that was what I saw upon the corner of my eyes. I observed her form in silence for any movement, ready to shy away upon any aggressive attempt, yet I still saw that the same blank expression filled her face. Another moment of silence was all that occurred as another gulp moved down with difficulty upon my throat.
It felt like a long moment to me, a lot longer than it really is but what happened next was truly unexpected. Her hand moved up to the temple of my head with the cloth, running it down gently against my cheek upon the trickle of blood that I realized only now had formed upon my face. I tilted my head towards her, my eyes of disbelief as she stared back with the enigmatic gaze, something that I couldn?t quite understand what she was feeling. She was still silent as she had done the act, her hand moving up once again upon my face towards the wound made by the ball previously, taking my hand and moving it up against hers, pressing it towards the pad of cloth to prevent the flow of blood before moving her hand away.
Without so much as another word and only a final gaze upon my eyes, she moved past me towards the corridor, to the others who had been outside in the fields. I remained standing there, in silence, still in disbelief at what had happened. Her name, it fumbled out of my mouth, I remembered it clearly since after all she was in the same class as me. I turned involuntarily, my feet carrying me to follow her as I blurted out her name once again.
She paused from her step for a moment, as if she was staring at the opposite direction before she turned slightly, then paused once again, seeming to consider to even look at me. Another long moment of silence, her form unmoved as well as mine, as if it were a picture or a painting that had been placed upon the wall. But that moment passed quicker than the others before as she turned towards me.
I caught another glimpse of her crimson eyes, the shade was strangely comforting to me as well as her voice, almost silent and calm, as smooth as silk as it moved through my ears, even though it was just one simple word, ?Nani??
?A?? I squeaked, my voice squeezed and forced, rougher than usual yet in a higher pitch as I already knew the words yet the only problem was forcing them out, with a sigh of relaxation I tried to speak once again, though a stutter, still the thought was made just as I spoke her name a third time, ?Rei? A? A? Arigatou??
She continued to stare at me silently, without any emotion, with yet another silence moving through between us, her lips parting for a blink of a moment, yet I saw the slight thought of what to say before she spoke, ?Nande? You have nothing to thank me for??
With that she turned towards the distance, yet my eyes were still upon her. I trailed the slight trail of her hair with the almost unnoticeable graceful swing of her body as she moved of towards the open fields. And without another word, she was gone to the distance.
The hold upon my body, the weight that held me down was gone by now, replaced by a silent comfort, her vision still upon my mind, even if it was just a blank expression. My breath was regained again as I knew only now that I had held it when she spoke.
I moved the cloth off my cheek, staring at it silently, with the clear almost straight line of crimson that was upon it, yet all I could think of was her.