insert legal stuff about not owning the characters here
insert author's notes here
insert spoiler warnings here
insert introduction to the story here
insert story...hang on, that's not right! This is what happens when you leave your mind
on autopilot...
Mind Of A Man Condemned (Inevitable, Inescapable)
The unshaven, long-haired man walked slowly down one of the many corridors in the heart of
Nerv. He knew he was now living on borrowed time, as he was now dispensable in both the
eyes of the men that employed him and the man he was employed to spy on. But did this
matter?
No, not any more.
Seele had approached him, asked him to keep tabs on Ikari. They had said he was
untrustworthy, and that they had to know everything he was planning. The future of the
human race depended on it, they had said. But not, it seemed, his future.
He now waited, by the large ventilation fan, watching the sun set, for the Second Sector
agents that Nerv had surely deployed to come and find him. He guessed that, if he were to
walk away, instead of wait for death in this underground pit like a coward, there would be
some things that he would regret not keeping near him. Like the Second Child: irritating as
she was, he had become attached to her incessant nagging and oddly-directed advances on
him. And also, there was Misato...
Misato?
The call!
He almost hit himself for being so forgetful. If he didn't call her, all of this would be
for nothing, he mentally reminded himself as he dug out a cellular phone from his jacket
pocket and punched in Misato's number.
"Hi! I'm not home right now, so leave a message!"
Her answering machine. Good. At this time, he didn't he had the courage to talk to her in
person. He spoke.
"Katsuragi, it's me. I'm sure you're listening to this message, especially after I caused
you so much trouble. Sorry. Please tell Rit-su I'm sorry, too. And there's one more thing
to trouble you with: I've been growing...flowers. I'd appreciate it if you could water
them for me. Shinji knows where they are. Katsuragi, the truth is with you. Don't hesitate:
move ahead. If I can see you again, I would say the words that I could not say eight years
ago. Bye."
As he pressed the 'End Call' button, he thought over what he had said. 'If I can see you
again...' He wished he could see her again, to say those three small words. He was truly
sorry about that.
The truth was with her, now: that capsule he had given her. Pray that she had taken time to
have a good look at it... Don't hesitate: move ahead, he had said. Too true. Both Seele and
Nerv were making preparations for their 'world ending', as he had heard it being called by
Committee on more than a few occasions. Perhaps, if the eradication of the human race was
what they planed, he was better off dead.
Footsteps alerted him out of his thought. As he turned his head to meet the dark-suited
agent in front of him, one final thought passed through his mind: I love you, Katsuragi.
"Oh, hi," he exclaimed pleasantly, with no tone of the fear the lay at his core. "You're a
little late, aren't you?"
A shot fired, ending the life of Ryoji Kaji.
-Derek Zischke
ageless_strange@optusnet.com.au
"Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I can't remember..."
-Chumbawhamba
insert author's notes here
insert spoiler warnings here
insert introduction to the story here
insert story...hang on, that's not right! This is what happens when you leave your mind
on autopilot...
Mind Of A Man Condemned (Inevitable, Inescapable)
The unshaven, long-haired man walked slowly down one of the many corridors in the heart of
Nerv. He knew he was now living on borrowed time, as he was now dispensable in both the
eyes of the men that employed him and the man he was employed to spy on. But did this
matter?
No, not any more.
Seele had approached him, asked him to keep tabs on Ikari. They had said he was
untrustworthy, and that they had to know everything he was planning. The future of the
human race depended on it, they had said. But not, it seemed, his future.
He now waited, by the large ventilation fan, watching the sun set, for the Second Sector
agents that Nerv had surely deployed to come and find him. He guessed that, if he were to
walk away, instead of wait for death in this underground pit like a coward, there would be
some things that he would regret not keeping near him. Like the Second Child: irritating as
she was, he had become attached to her incessant nagging and oddly-directed advances on
him. And also, there was Misato...
Misato?
The call!
He almost hit himself for being so forgetful. If he didn't call her, all of this would be
for nothing, he mentally reminded himself as he dug out a cellular phone from his jacket
pocket and punched in Misato's number.
"Hi! I'm not home right now, so leave a message!"
Her answering machine. Good. At this time, he didn't he had the courage to talk to her in
person. He spoke.
"Katsuragi, it's me. I'm sure you're listening to this message, especially after I caused
you so much trouble. Sorry. Please tell Rit-su I'm sorry, too. And there's one more thing
to trouble you with: I've been growing...flowers. I'd appreciate it if you could water
them for me. Shinji knows where they are. Katsuragi, the truth is with you. Don't hesitate:
move ahead. If I can see you again, I would say the words that I could not say eight years
ago. Bye."
As he pressed the 'End Call' button, he thought over what he had said. 'If I can see you
again...' He wished he could see her again, to say those three small words. He was truly
sorry about that.
The truth was with her, now: that capsule he had given her. Pray that she had taken time to
have a good look at it... Don't hesitate: move ahead, he had said. Too true. Both Seele and
Nerv were making preparations for their 'world ending', as he had heard it being called by
Committee on more than a few occasions. Perhaps, if the eradication of the human race was
what they planed, he was better off dead.
Footsteps alerted him out of his thought. As he turned his head to meet the dark-suited
agent in front of him, one final thought passed through his mind: I love you, Katsuragi.
"Oh, hi," he exclaimed pleasantly, with no tone of the fear the lay at his core. "You're a
little late, aren't you?"
A shot fired, ending the life of Ryoji Kaji.
-Derek Zischke
ageless_strange@optusnet.com.au
"Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I can't remember..."
-Chumbawhamba