Well this is my third story that I've posted, my second Eva one. I figured I might as well try a cross over so I chose Bleach. I do not own Evangelion or Bleach or any of its characters. Please read, review and relax.
It was that dream again. He always had it around this time of year no matter how much he tried to move on. It was the worst day of his life.
He was in the car with his mother and father. They were going on a trip to somewhere, he forgot exactly where, but he was excited about it. His mother, looked back at him from the front seat and smiled. She was the prettiest thing in the world in his opinion. She was always smiling and holding his hand when they went for their walks. How she acted out scenes from books at story time. How she always made him feel safe.
She looked to daddy who was driving. He only smiled when they were together and never anytime else. Daddy was a meanie, but he always seemed to be there when he needed him most. That one time when he feel off the swing at the park and cut his leg. His father was there in a instant, lifting him up and bringing him over to the bench to clean his leg.
He smiled at the memory but he jumped when his father suddenly shouted something. That's when everything went wrong.
There was a violent push to the side with a loud crash . The world started rolling around with a sound of banging and scratching, followed by black.
That's when he woke up like countless times before. Out of breath, sheets tossed about and soaked in a cold sweat. After a few minutes he finally calmed down and looked at his alarm clock. He would have to be up in a hour to get ready for school. Annoyed with himself, he got out of this bed and walked to the bathroom.
The light blinded him for a moment, then his eyes adjusted and he was able to see again. He looked back at himself in the mirror and went over his features. He was lean for a boy of his age, not scrawny nor athletic, but a bridge between the two. His short brown hair was messy as it always looked. When he was younger he might have cared about it but over the years forgot the point.
His eyes drew a lot of attention from people when they looked close enough. Unlike most brown eyed japanese people, his were a storm blue, almost midnight. Sighing, he grabbed his razor and began shaving off the scruff that accumulated over the past few days. He would never stand to have it so long, it itched to much. He couldn't get why his father grew one.
He stopped in mid-shave and frowned. He had a sore spot when it came with his father, ever sense that day.
After his mother died in the car crash, his father shipped him off to a foster home. The only time they saw each other was on mothers anniversary. He almost didn't go this year, but Ohta told him he should go if not to pay his mother her respects.
Wondering where the older man was, his question answered itself as a soft thud filled the air. Dropping his head in shame, Shinji looked around the corner to see Ohta walk out of his room.
Ohta was a University Professor that taught Anthropology, Archaeology, and Physics. He was taller then Shinji by a few inches and had mop like dark grey hair. His black eyes were unfocused, as he rubbed his morning beard absently.
"Shinji? What are you doing up at this hour?"
"Woke up early." He shrugged.
"Dream again?"
"Yes."
"Hmm," Ohta yawned. "Hurry up. I gotta piss."
"Fine."
Shinji finished his shaving and walked to the living room. It was a decent sized apartment for the two men. They have moved here a few years ago when Shinji started his upper grades. It was a three bedroom place, the third bedroom becoming a office for Ohta. They shared a Spartan lifestyle, void of luxuries and "nonessential comforts." There were no photo's or paintings in the apartment. They didn't even own a TV or multimedia device. The only thing that was close was Ohta's cell phone.
Hearing the sound of the shower start, Shinji walked into the kitchen and made himself a small breakfast, knowing that Ohta would be a while.
The sound of the schools PA system chiming signaled it was time for the students to shuffle home and Shinji to snap out of his trance. Sense he started living with Ohta he got an above average understanding of the required school learning material. You don't spend 12 years with a Professor and turn out to be a dumb ass, they would never allow it.
So under Ohta's educational guidance, Shinji was one for the top 20 students in his year and was expected to be attending either Tokyo or Kyoto University.
Shinji didn't really care though. After he graduated he planned on getting his own apartment and starting full time as a cook till he could get his own restaurant. It was a little known fact to the school that Shinji was a good cook, and to those that did often ate at the place he worked.
"Oh, Ikari-san?"
Looking to who called him he saw one of the waitresses waiting for him outside the class room door. She was a year under him, that looked even younger if possible, standing about a foot and a half shorter then himself. She had a skin tone lighter then his that with her black hair and dark brown eyes made her look deathly pale.
"Can I help you with something Yamagami-san?"
"My father changed the shifts today," Younha said softly. "Hashimoto-san is still under the weather and Nolte-san is unavailable."
Hashimoto and Nolte were both cooks at the restaurant were Shinji and Yamagami worked. Despite her young age, Yamagami was technically the senior waitress, seeing she had been working there sense she was thirteen. Have a father as your boss had some benefits as she could get all the days off she wanted but never did.
Hashimoto was Yamagami's second in command with Nolte right behind, followed by Shinji. He was a decade younger then the elder Yamagami and had a athletic build to him. Despite this, he had been sick for the second week running and probably should have been in the hospital.
Nolte was a young woman with a European decent. She had a bit of an attitude when it came to small things and knack for attracting the wrong king of people. Her current boyfriend was bailed out three times all ready. He only knew cause the police always called the restaurant for her.
As for Yamagami himself. He was a tough old bastard that ran a tight ship but recognized hard work and rewarded those accordingly.
"Is there no one else...?"
"I'm afraid not," she sighed. "He needs you in everyday till further notice including the weekend.
"Just my luck," Shinji frowned and looked at his watch. "Tell him I'll be there in a hour."
"He requested that we show up right after school Ikari-san..."
"Man... Okay lets go."
"Thank you very much Ikari-san," she bowed. "My father appreciates your hard work and dedication."
"Whatever," he sighed. "Lets go."
"That was a nightmare."
"It wasn't that bad Kirishima-san." Shinji said pouring her a cup of tea.
Mana Kirishima was one of the girls in the same year as Shinji, and waitress at the restaurant. She was almost as tall as Shinji, with dark red hair and a deep blue like his own.
"Don't you start with me Shinji. Yamagami is bad enough." She sipped her tea. "I swear if it wasn't for your tea I'd die."
"Its not that good..." He blushed.
"One of the only reasons why I drag myself here everyday."
"...Thank you."
"No problem cutie," she grinned. "So any idea on how long your stuck with the new shifts?"
"No," he frowned.
"Well...at least I get your tea everyday now..." she looked at him full on. "So you ready for the exams?"
"I'll hardly have time to study for them now."
"Tell me about it," she sighed and took another sip. "I take it your hopping for one of the bigger schools like Tokyo right."
"Not really..." he said pouring himself a cup.
"Oh?"
"I was kinda planning on...never mind..."
"No, go on," she said curiously. "I wanna know."
"Well...it might sound dumb but I was thinking of opening my own little cafe...and maybe down the road a restaurant like this..."
"Really...?"
"Yea..sounds dumb I know..."
"Are you serious," she said slamming her hand on the table. "Why not! You got the talent for it! Anyone can tell you that!"
"I'm not that good..."
"The hell you aren't. That dish you made last week for the special was the best thing I've ever had here!"
"You really liked it that much..." He smiled.
"I wouldn't say otherwise Shinji. Tell you what, when you open your cafe, I'll be your first customer. Hell, I'll be your first employee!"
"...Really...?"
"Sure," she smiled. "Its a promise."
"A-all right then..." he blushed. "Another cup?"
"Kirishima!"
Growling slightly, Mana looked over Shinji's shoulder at her boss. He was in the kitchen looking at them with a small frown.
"Yamagami-san." She said.
"Your break is over. Shinji. Go help Younha in the back and get ready to shut down."
"Yes Yamagami-san."
"Yes Yamagami-sensei."
Shinji walked to the back part of the restaurant where they kept they're bulk supplies. Seeing Younha oh a stool trying to grab a box on the top shelf, he sighed and got it down for her.
"Thanks Ikari-san."
"No problem. What are you doing back here?"
"Restocking the clean supplies," she sighed. "I forgot to yesterday."
"Ah, here let me get that."
He picked up a larger box that she was trying to move with the smaller one in her hands. She was little but she tried to make up for it at times by overloading her hands.
"...Thanks..."
"Lets just get moving," he opened the door. "I think everyone wants to get home fast tonight."
"Yea," Younha followed him. "Ah, another customer... I thought you turned the sign off Ikari-san?"
"I did..." he said putting the box on the counter. "I deal with it."
"Okay."
"Excuse me sir?" Shinji said walking up to him. "I'm sorry but we're closed now."
"I don't care," he said.
"What?" Shinji blinked then looked at him. "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"
"Shut it!" He yelled and pulled out a gun.
"AH!"
"Resister! Now!"
"I...I"
"NOW!"
"I don't know how!"
"Useless!" he pushed Shinji over the counter and pointed the gun at Younha. "You! Open the resister!"
"What the hell is with this noise?"
The man fixed his gun on Mana and pulled back the hammer on the six shooter. Mana screamed in fright as Shinji got himself back up.
"Open the register!"
"...'"
"NOW!"
Seeing she was to scared to move, the man reached his limit and started to pull the trigger. Making a choice, Shinji jumped at the man, snapping Mana out of her shock and allowing her to hid behind the counter.
Shinji struggled with the man for the gun, but he was stronger. Two shots burst through the air followed by silence.
Mana and Younha looked at each other in fright as they heard the shuffling of feet, followed by the door bursting open.
"What the hell is going on...SHINJI!"
The two girls look over the counter to see the elder Yamagami looking in horror at the floor. Following his line of sight, Mana looked to see Shinji laying there, with a small pool of blood forming beneath him.
She didn't remember much after that. She was told she screamed at him to wake up till the police and ambulance arrived. It was to late however to save the boy, as both bullets hit his heart.
Shinji Ikari died at the age of 17, April 12th 2018.
To be Continued...