Katashi looked at his surroundings: a large, grassy field with a small hill stood to his left, and a biggerhill stood to his right and blocked his view of the outskirts of what seemed to be a mansion.

"This place feels familiar," he said to himself as he walked across the plain, trying to figure out where he was.

The scene changed. Katashi was lying down in a soft bed, a medical ventilator strapped to his face, watching lights passing overhead over and over again.

"Internal bleeding, fractured bones, and God knows what else," a mysterious voice stated. He couldn't figure out where he was or what had happened, so he continued to stare at the lights as they passed by . However, thoughts of the green fields and hills recurred in his mind. He focused on its familiarity; It felt peaceful- he wanted to go back there and be at peace.

"Pressure is 90 and dropping," another voice said.

In an instant, Katashi returned to the fields, but this time there was a girlish figure i before him. She was a little shorter than him, and she had the same black hair as he did. She turned around, smiling.

"Wake up, you knucklehead."

Again the scenery changed. He was back to seeing white lights, but this time he was able to move his head a little, and he saw a figure. He couldn't quite make out what they were wearing or what they looked like… if they were even a man. He could only make out a white lab coat. He let his head fall back, and he saw what seemed like a familiar face, yet he couldn't clearly see who it was… but he did read the expression. It was sadness, worry, yet it had a glance of happiness hidden in it.

The familiar figure got pulled back by two mysterious people, and a door closed, blocking his view. Katashi then blacked out.

"Well, that was strange," Dial said, closing the book and opening the recently closed door. "You know, it feels like something is missing. Maybe I skipped a few hours when I started writing this…" Dial smiled and kept walking, sitting down at the ER lobby. "Yes, writing, my dear reader. This is my story, based upon the Evangelion franchise, but maybe you're asking, "Why is the author making an author's note here, and not in the end of the chapter?" Well, the answer's simple: because I can. In this story I am GOD- I control time and space. I can make pink elephants appear and destroy the city. But that's not relevant; this chapter was actually meant to start 48 hours ago, but I'm too lazy, sooo…" Dial snapped his fingers.

48 hours earlier

"Why the hell would you two skip training!?" Misato yelled at the kneeling pilots. She was angry, but she had to congratulate both pilots for being able to disappear, what with all their agents tailing them. To that end, she made a mental note to yell at the idiots that called themselves agents. Turning her attention back to them, she turned stern and said, "You know that the training is mandatory, and that it helps you to familiarize yourself with the EVA controls, right?"

Yumi looked down and sighed deeply; Misato was right. But Aiko, on the other hand, kept looking up, placing his hands inside his pockets, and kept smiling widely.

"Sorry Misato," he said while keeping that smirk upon his face, "My EVA doesn't use controls, or a pilot seat, for that matter."

With fire in her eyes, Misato looked directly at him, and Katashi realized that the Colonel was a frightening person when she was angry. It made him nervous, to say the least

"Yeah… My EVA has a system… That's different from the others."

"What do you mean by 'different'?!" Barked Misato, which made Katashi a lot more nervous.

"Ah… Well… I'm not supposed to say, you know…"

"Well, I am ordering you to tell me."

Katashi smiled and stepped back from the angry Coronel; at this point, he didn't know what to do. He had never seen someone so angry because of such a small detail, but whatever the case was, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to leave without telling her. But, being as stubborn as he was, he walked backwards, heading towards the door. Misato smirked and pressed a button at her desk. The door closed and a loud click was heard.

'Shit, she locked the door,' Aiko thought as he kept pushing the button to no avail.

"You are not getting out of here unless you tell me what's different about your EVA!"

Yumi, at this point, was beyond bewildered. She didn't get what was different about Katashi's EVA; out of curiosity, she looked at it the day before, got her yelled at by Ritsuko for interrupting 'Important research.' In her eyes no one was doing anything. So, with her inquisitiveness, as soon as Katashi stated that there was something different about Unit 1.5, she had to know.

"Misato, I am really not supposed to tell you!" He yelled back at Misato. "So please, stop asking!"

Misato didn't move from her spot. Instead, she kept looking at the boy and hoped that, with enough pressure, he would budge. Unfortunately, she didn't suspect nor take into account that the new pilot from unknown origins was a tough nut to crack. In the end, she gave up, and sat back down on her office chair. But one day, she would break him and learn why.

Katashi sighed in relief as Misato backed down a little more pressure and he would've talked like a tortured prisoner. But that relief lasted a few seconds. He heard the door opening from behind and thought, 'I thought it could only be opened from the inside.' Next thing he knew, his face hurt and his back felt as though it had been kicked.

"Out of the way, PUNK!" He heard a familiar German voice right before he hit the ground.

Afterwards, Katashi remained on the ground, wondering what he did to receive such harsh treatment. Misato promised that Asuka would warm up to him. It had been three days, and for some reason he was still being kicked or punched; maybe Asuka was a slow warmer…. He saw Asuka's skirt and shoes; he didn't see anything that he shouldn't have seen. Without a glance at him, she let out a 'hmph' as she walked passed, ignoring him as if he were a bug. Then a second pair of shoes followed. Still, no hint of acknowledging his existence.

What he didn't expect was a third pair of shoes, but this time, they did stop. He couldn't see who it was, but he heard a sad yet kind tone of voice.

"Hey, do you want help?" The voice seemed familiar, but Katashi still didn't quite know whose voice it was. Hell, he didn't recognize anyone's voice except the German's, which was unforgettable once you heard it. Katashi looked up and saw Shinji Ikari offering a helpful hand. With a finally sigh, Katashi took it and got back up, but quickly realized how much he missed staying on the ground.

Yumi and Asuka sat in front of Misato's desk while Rei, who he hated stood in the middle. It seemed the three of them were having an argument about… him.

"Misato, three pilots are enough!" Asuka yelled.

"I have to agree with the second child on this one. Besides, having four active EVAs is a violation against the Vatican Treaty." Rei calmly said to Misato.

Misato sighed and looked directly at the pilots. "I am aware of that, and it was taken into account, but Commander Ikari made some calls and the treaty was managed."

"Ahhhhhhhh….!" Asuka yelled into the air, "I do not need more people holding me back."

"Then I don't have any problems with the two new pilots." Rei said and walked off. "Welcome to NERV," she said before the door closed behind her.

Misato sighed and rubbed the back of her head. Shinji, not finding a problem with all of this, nodded to Misato. Yumi smiled, seeing that she wouldn't have any issues with politics by being an EVA pilot.

"Do they always argue like this?" Katashi asked Shinji with a confused expression.

"Well, I don't know…" He answered him after being silent for a few seconds. "Asuka is always yelling and complaining about pretty much everything that's not herself."

Katashi smiled slightly. It seemed that he wasn't the only one Asuka abused, and while he felt a bit relieved, he also felt it angry, angry at why she liked to bother and bully people.

But good thing he wasn't a normal person.

"Asuka, please stop yelling," Yumi calmly asked her.

Asuka turned around abruptly and stared sharply at Yumi "Shut up, sixth," she yelled at her, "You got nothing to say here."

Then something extremely unexpected happened.

"Hey!" Yumi yelled back, "You got no right to yell at me like that! You have no right to yell at anybody for things that are beyond you!"

Asuka didn't know how to respond- no one had ever talked back at her, much less yelled. She was the one that usually had the final word; who knew this noobie had the courage to talk back… But after the initial shock and a bit of awe, she was pissed off. Asuka raised her hand and closed it. This girl would learn her lesson, Asuka promised, and threw her fist at her face, knowing there was no way she could dodge it. But she was stopped; Katashi had stopped her fist from connecting with her face. 'How did he manage to get that close to her?' Asuka thought. Only he knew, and it pissed her off even more. Misato and Shinji were just as impressed; who knew that someone had the courage to stand up to her? People usually ignored her, but Asuka never had gotten so mad that she started throwing intentional punches.

"Whatever your reason is for being pissed at us is not a reason to start being aggressive. I let you go with the first two kicks, but don't you dare hurt someone else just because you don't agree on things. Have common sense and realize that Yumi doesn't even have any type of control." Katashi barked at her.

For a moment everyone was speechless, not wanting to evolve any further, but the worst part was Asuka's face. Never had anyone stopped her from raging against someone, never had anyone actually talked back to her in that manner. When Asuka looked at Katashi with fire in her eyes, that fire turned to lava when she saw calm and determination on Katashi's face.

"Do you really think anyone can just come up here and become a god!?" Asuka yelled. "Do you think just because you're an EVA pilot, you're on top of everyone else? Ha! I'll show you."

Then the fighting started.

Asuka threw a punch at Katashi with her free hand and nailed him straight in the jaw, making him stagger back a few feet. Katashi got out of the confusion and looked straight at her, his face still calm, angering Asuka even more. She charged, and for the next few minutes it was an exchange of fists and kicks from Asuka, and defensive stances from Katashi. Misato wondered why Katashi didn't fight back; she could tell that he wasn't fighting back, and the question was why? Why was he holding back?

Misato got tired and sighed, taking out her gun and pulling the trigger. A loud bang was heard across the room, and tiny pieces of the ceiling fell on top of her head. The gunshot startled both kids and stopped the fighting. Asuka clinched her teeth and pointed a finger at Kakashi.

"This is not over, you bastard," she promised him, "this is not over." She then dashed out of the room.

For a few seconds, no one spoke; the intensity of the situation took its toll. But, with a small chuckle, somebody broke the silence.

"Well, who's hungry?" Katashi smiled and looked at everyone, waiting for an answer. Slowly but surely, a hand rose up.

"Well, I wouldn't mind going." Shinji said with a sigh.

"Perfect, you can show me good places to eat. Anyone else?" No one else answered the call. "Well, I guess this is going to be a boys' night," Katashi laughed.

"Yeah, haha." Shinji tried to sound pleased, but in reality he didn't know what to do.

"Actually, Katashi," Misato started, "you and Yumi will have a training session in half an hour."

Both Katashi and Yumi looked at Misato, completely shocked, but Shinji sighed in relief. "Yes, both of you skipped yesterday's training, and as punishment, you'llhave that same training session in half an hour. s Go change!"

"Bummer, I guess we'll have to plan this for another day, Shinji." Katashi said as he walked out the door. Yumi simply waved and left behind him. Misato's head dropped onto the desk and she sighed.

"How the hell will I survive?" She asked herself.

24 hours later

Yumi returned late to her house. Her parents yelled at her for that reason, and it only made it worse knowing she was forbidden to talk or give out details on her job. The only thing she was allowed to say was 'In Nerv,' and lying made her feel awful

The next morning, just when the sun was coming up, she got up and took a long hot bath, mulling over last night's developments. The training session she had with Katashi was nice. He seemed like a nice and gentle person, but she could tell that something was bothering him, something dark. With a sigh, she walked out of the shower and changed into an orange shirt with navy blue jeans and sneakers.

After a few minutes she went out the door and went for a walk, as usual, towards the center of the city, where there was a small shrine that was managed by an old man and his adoptive daughter. Yumi never asked the old man his age, but Airi, his daughter, had told her she was 11. Yumi spent quite a bit of time on that shrine since she didn't go to school. It took up most of her time. She helped the old man with the chores; she wasn't paid, but the sheer gratitude of the old man was enough for her. So she saluted the old man and started sweeping the floor of the shrine.

Somewhere on Planet Earth

"Are we there yet?" The Cowboy asked the board.

This place was a meeting room for four chairs that took on the role of planning and executing the operations of a secret, powerful organization, Umbraculo. Their members' true names are unknown, even amongst themselves, just in case any of them decided to turn them in, just like in 1920. Rather, they're known as Cowboy, Drinking Man, Smoking Babe, and Little Brain. Their faces were concealed by darkness, but their voices remained the same.

"Is it time yet?" Cowboy asked for the tenth time.

"No," Drinking man, taking a sip of his 50-year-old scotch. "All the requirements have not been met yet."

"Besides, we have to have patience," Little Brain stated. "The plan has been carefully calculated a long time ago."

"As a great man once said, 'Patience is a virtue, Virtue is a grace." Smoking Babe took a drag from her smoke, "Grace is a little girl who didn't wash her face."

Cowboy laughed sarcastically. "We do not have time for patience," he sighed, "this whole operation revolves around the fact that they think we are dead, and that we learned how to operate from the shadows. Now we got an asset on the loose who could blow up everything."

"That part is true." Drinking man took another sip. "I suggest disposing of him discreetly- that way we won't have any problems."

"None of that is necessary, gentlemen. Babe is right. Patience is our best asset." Little Brain stated. "The asset forgot something of grave importance when it tried to escape. We have that item in our possession."

"Exactly my point, darling." Smoking babe inhaled and exhaled while a smile lit up her face.

Well, this chapter was hell to write. Just figuring out the way to writing the different characters using their backstory was hard but here is the chapter. This new organization will have a important role on future chapters please be patient. Now, I want to give a specialthanks to orkidian for helping me see how many mistakes I had and helped me correct them. Thank you.

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