THE STORY OF ISAMU FUYUTSUKI

Part 3 – Episode 9

 

Author’s Note –

  Well, hi again! I’m sorry to anyone who actually read my fan-fic for the lateness of this part, but I’ve been busy as buggery with exams and school. But now it’s holidays and I can bum about at leisure and start writing this thing again.

  Ok, so this part is actually episode 9 out the series. A lot of the next few parts will be like this as I sort of patch over the series to include Isamu. I’m not going to try and rewrite the entire episodes, just give indication where the scenes I’ve written fit in so you (the reader) can just see how it all goes together. Any scene that I haven’t written is therefore the same as in the show.

  And my e-mail address has changed since last. It’s now just4kix@ihug.com.au, so if you want to say anything about the fic, that’s where to say it.

  Anyway, enjoy this part.

 

Part 3 – Episode 9

2 days after Part II

 

“Halo!”

  Shinji freaked at the voice.

  “Good mornink Shinji,” Asuka cooed, walking up behind him. Shinji tried to put on a brave face.

  “G – goodmorgin.”

  Asuka noticed his expression.

  “Hey, why so gloomy? I’m the most popular girl in school. You should appreciate your good fortune,” told him and flicked him across the nose. Shinji “Uh”ed in surprise and backed away.

  “Hey,” Asuka continued, “the other one’s here too isn’t she?”

  “Other one?” Shinji replied, a little confused.

  Asuka rounded on him angrily. “What are you? Stupid? I’m talking about the first child of course!” She yelled at him.

  “Oh, Ayanami,” Shinji replied, frightened, and looked down to where Rei was sitting alone.

  Asuka followed his gaze with an “Hmm?” and spied Ayanami reading her book. “I might have a talk to her,” Asuka mused.

  “The ‘other one’ is coming here too,” Shinji continued, attempting to be helpful. Asuka turned to him with a very confused look on her face. Then she realised who he was talking about.

  “That jerk! If he gets within 5 feet of me I’ll castrate him!” she screamed, then marched off down the escalator to where Rei was sitting, followed by a group of male students. Shinji shrugged and walked over to where Kensuke and Tohji were watching the performance further along the walkway.

  “Hey Shinji,” they greeted simultaneously.

 

 

  “Takes one to know one,” Tohji mused from up on the walkway. “I wonder if only weirdoes are chosen to be EVA pilots.”

  Shinji didn’t offer any argument on his own behalf as he stared at Rei in fascination.

  “Well I’m sure once you get to know me you’ll decide not,” Isamu said from behind the three. They all turned to find him standing with hands in pockets and with a bag slung over his shoulders. He looked markedly pleased with himself for that line.

  He walked over to stand next to Shinji, resting his arms on the rail. “Good morning Mister Ikari.”

  Shinji, as usual, had to struggle with the conversation, irritating himself. “Uh – hi Isamu,” he replied timidly. He still wasn’t very sure about the newest pilot. Isamu simply smiled at him then leant forward to see past Shinji to the other two stooges.

  “And you’re Tohji?” he asked Tohji, who nodded and gave a polite wave.

  “And you must be Kensuke?”

  Kensuke nodded and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Hi.”

  “What are you staring at?” Isamu asked, turning to look at Shinji again.

  “Oh, er – uh –nothing,” Shinji stammered, and looked off towards the city, trying to hide his blushing face.

  Isamu knew what he was doing and smiled deviously. “Sure you weren’t. You were staring intently at something over there,” he pointed out, looking over to where Rei was sitting. When he saw her, his grin grew twice as wide.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” he crowed, and looked straight at Shinji who’s face was now bright pink. “Getting’ in a good perve, huh Shinji?” he teased, and gave Shinji a wink.

  “I was not!” Shinji yelled in defence. “I was just…watching her and Asuka talk!”

  Tohji and Kensuke were giggling, and Isamu chuckling sinisterly. Shinji felt extremely uncomfortable.

  “Oh, double perve, huh?” Isamu said slyly and nudged Shinji with his elbow.

  Shinji had just about reached his limit of annoyance. “Stop teasing me!”

  Isamu reared up in his own defence, though kept smiling. “I’m not! There’s nothing wrong with having a good perve,” he replied. “It might do you some good!”

  This reply confused Shinji – he wasn’t used to someone rationalising for him. Misato just teased him straight out. He’d never had someone take this course with him. He stood dumfounded.

  Isamu looked back to Rei, his smile gone, replaced by one of serious thought. He stood looking down at her, as if contemplating. The three stared at him. Finally he spoke.

  “Why is she alone?”

  Shinji had no idea how to answer this, realising he didn’t really know himself.

  “Uh, well…she…I…we,” he began over and over.

  Isamu sighed in exasperation and dropped his head into his arms, which rested in a ‘V’ shape on the rail. Shinji’s social aloofness was beginning to annoy him. He decided to just let it be for now; Shinji was already worked up enough.

  “Yeah, that’s a really nice stutter you have, but I would like an answer within the next 5 minutes.”

  Shinji shut up momentarily, concentrating on making a feasible sentence and controlling his anger at Isamu’s arrogance.

  “She doesn’t have any friends, I guess.”

  “How come you don’t talk to her?” Isamu asked.

  Shinji was even further from answering this. He had no clue why. She was just odd.

  “She doesn’t seem to like talking.”

  Isamu murmured a response, all the time staring at Rei.

  What is with her?

  The bell rang, surprising him.

  “Oh well,” Tohji lamented, picking up his bag. “Another glorious day of school.” He walked off towards the school building, followed by Kensuke.

  Shinji picked up his bag, and then walked after them, followed by Isamu. As they walked side by side, Shinji thought of his own shortcomings, Isamu of Rei and his own mysteries.

 

 

 

  “Adults have a thing about credibility,” Ryohji Kahji said smugly, slumping in his chair. Asuka groaned.

  Shinji was about to ask where Misato was when he was interrupted by a voice coming from the lift Commander Fuyutsuki had just descended on. They all looked to see the podium reappear with Isamu perched atop of it, his back to them.

  “I’ll say the do,” he said, and flashed them a smile over his shoulder.  It was the smile that reminded Shinji of Ryohji’s. The Fuyutsuki Charm Isamu called it.

  Isamu spun himself around so he was sitting facing the trio. Maya remained silent on his left. Shinji noticed Asuka now had a huge scowl on her face. She knew what was coming.

  “Well, you two on a real show!” Isamu tittered, looking remarkably pleased with himself. Then he started giggling which evolved into outright laughter. “That was pathetic!!” he cried between spasms of laughter. “Even Ritsuko thought so!”

  Asuka’s face was now red with rage. Shinji’s was red with shame and embarrassment. Ryohji had his head in his right hand, shaking it.

  Not a good idea, Isamu…

  But Isamu kept right on teasing.

  “I must commend the clean-up crews,” he continued, his laughter ceasing. He lay down across the podium with his head propped up on his hand. His grin was wide and his eyes bright.

  He decided to let Asuka stew and turned to Maya, who was watching the display silently.

  “I thought your description of the events was brilliant, Maya,” he told her in a very sultry voice, rolling the r in brilliant. Maya blushed and giggled cutely.

  “Thank you.”

  At the acceptance of his compliment Isamu grew bolder.

  “In fact, I was trying to improve my own speaking voice,” he continued. “Maybe you can assist me, say, over dinner?”

  Asuka’s jaw hit the ground. Shinji just thought Oh; he’s a Fuyutsuki, all right.

  Ryohji was holding back peals of laughter, forcibly with his hand, which he clamped over he mouth.

  Maya gulped air in amazement and bewilderment, her face bright pink. She gathered her books and got out of her seat.

  “Uh, I’ve got night shift tonight,” she began, but Isamu cut her off before she could go further.

  “Maybe tomorrow then?”

  “Uh, I’ve got a lot of work tomorrow,” Maya replied timidly and dashed from the room.

  Isamu turned his head to look at the other three. Asuka had her hands on her hips, and a smirk of her face. Ryohji and Shinji were both clutching their mouths.

  “She’s crazy about me.”

  Ryohji and Shinji burst out laughing, tears streaming their faces. Asuka put her hands to her face and shook it. She had almost had him in a position to strike him a mighty blow to his ego.

  “Oh, poor Asuka. Your pride has over-ridden your sense of humour,” Isamu noted. He had realized the situation he’d been in, and had determined himself not to be caught out. She gave him a look as cold as ice.

  Isamu raised his eyebrow at her, but whereas he meant it as an invitation of a sexual kind, she unfortunately took it as a challenge.

  “I’ll laugh when something is amusing, not your drivel,” she countered through clenched teeth.  All pretence of her fancying him had left her mind. To her he was now the enemy, and her pride as a woman and the best EVA pilot was at stake.

  Isamu mocked being struck in the heart by an arrow and staggered backwards to fall into the chair his father had been sitting in of recent. Asuka took no notice.

  “As for today’s mission,” she continued, “I think I did well considering I had no information on what the angel could do, and terrible backup.” She directed an indignant look at Shinji, who tensed up in preparation for a fight.

  “Actually that angel would be dust now if I hadn’t needed to protect the third child,” she concluded.

 Shinji decided he couldn’t take anymore. He stood up and began yelling. “You fool! You were so worried about looking like a big hero you disregarded procedure and put us all at risk!”

  Asuka returned the volley with vigour. “Your procedures hindered my performance! You just want to play it safe with Misato and Daddy! You were terrified!”

  “I was not!”

  “You were!”

  “Was not!”

  Ryohji and Isamu watched the yelling match pass back and forth. Isamu climbed down to sit behind Ryohji.

  “Such anger, pride, strength of will,” Isamu murmured into his older brothers ear, full of awe.

  “You really look up to him, don’t you?” Ryohji said back, and turned to look his brother in the face. Isamu didn’t seem to hear him, and Ryohji realized he wasn’t looking at Shinji.

  “She’s wonderful,” he seemed to whisper to no one.

  Ryohji’s eyes grew very large, and he looked between Asuka and Isamu multiple times. He realized that the look on Isamu’s face wasn’t admiration. It was adoration.

  A huge grin spread over his face, and he began to laugh to himself.

  “Well, well, well…” he chuckled and put his hands behind his head, looking ever so smugger. Isamu woke from his daze, and realized what he’d said. He looked to Ryohji with pleading eyes, and Ryohji read his mind.

  “It’s ok. I won’t tell anyone,” he told Isamu, who looked notably relieved. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t hassle you about it.”

  Isamu gave him an angry glare momentarily, then sighed and looked down at his feet. Ryohji ruffled his hair in his hair in a friendly way, one that Isamu had got used to – it was a sort of brotherly trademark.

  All the while Asuka and Shinji had been fighting it out over who was the better of them. Asuka finally tired of it.

  “Ugh! I can’t take this anymore!” she shrieked and stormed out, leaving the three men. Isamu had regained his prior humour. He watched her go, and then looked at Shinji with a devil’s grin, which was so wide it threatened to split his face in two.

  “You sure have a way with women.”

  Shinji collapsed down into his chair, his head in his hands. Ryohji looked at Isamu angrily.

  You hypocrite…

  But then Isamu surprised him by walking over and placing a hand on Shinji’s shoulder. Shinji looked at him, his cheeks wet with tears.

  So he does like her Isamu thought, not without a feeling of disappointment.

  But he didn’t say anything. Instead he leant over and hugged Shinji, using his left hand to pat Shinji’s back. Shinji stared at Ryohji, his eyes full of a sort of terror.

  A terror of not knowing what to do, of never having it happen before.

  Now Ryohji could see what his brother was trying to do. He was trying to help.

  Isamu let go of Shinji and stood before him with his hands on Shinji’s shoulders. Shinji just stared at him, ‘terrified.’

  “Believe me, you’re better off without them,” he told Shinji sincerely. “They’re nothing but trouble.”

  Shinji’s mouth twitched as he attempted to speak. He finally squeaked out a “Who?”

  “Women, my friend. Women.” Isamu said. “You need your friends. You need to talk to them. Think about it.”

  Shinji just looked at him blankly. Isamu patted his shoulder then turned to leave. As he walked past, Ryohji caught a glance of his face. When he saw it, he froze.

  It wasn’t fear.

  It was recognition.

  “…Misato?”

  Ryohji roused. He liked that word.

  “Huh?”

  “Where is Misato?” Shinji asked again…

 

 

  Well, it’s done. It seems a bit short I think. This was my first try at re-doing (or’ patching’ as I like to think of it) an episode from the series. As you can see I’ve done a pretty lousy job, and it certainly isn’t what I hoped it to be. If anyone has any ideas that can help or for another scene PLEASE contact me, I love to hear suggestions and ideas. I was going to use a style from anther fan-fic I read but changed my mind as I am trying to keep this as original as possible.

  I was going to include him in the scene where Asuka and Shinji are doing the ‘Twister’ thing while Misato, Rei, Tohji, Kensuke and Hikari watch, but I really couldn’t be bothered. If anyone wants it done or anything, just say so and I might. I’ve started typing Part 4 up and Part 5 is being rewritten, as I was unhappy with it. I really ought to plan this thing out in detail (I have a rough idea what’s going to happen) but I’m still not taking it too seriously. I’ve received some mail and ICQ messages from some very nice people and I thank them very much. I’d really like to thank the webmasters as well. They have been very nice to me.

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