Elysium

Disclaimer: I don’t own Shin Seiki Evangelion it
was created by Yoshiyuki Sadamoto. Or the song Ode an die Freude the Lyrics belong to
Friedrich von Schiller (1759-1805) and the

Music belongs to Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827), Ninth Symphony. So Welcome to the Wonderful World of Fanfiction.

Warning: So if you didn’t know this fic contains
at least BL (guys kissin’ and cuddlin’)
and possibly YAOI (explicit sex scenes between guys). There is some GL (girls kissin’ and cuddlin’). And implied suicide attempts.

Author’s Note: the translated lyrics to Ode an die Freude or Ode to Joy at the
website (remove spaces): http:// www. assamites.
de/odetojoy. html

So this is it, and it is my most song ficcy
chapter ever enjoy!

 

Happy Reading!

-Na

Elysium

Chaputa-jusan

Freude, Schöner Götterfunken,

Tochter aus Elysium,

Wir betreten feuer-trunken,

Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was die Mode streng geteilt;

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

They were all in the music room; it was
a bit before mid-spring not that anyone could tell anymore. This was no longer
the time that students saw their love interest one last time in a rain of
Sakura blooms before the graduation ceremony. Or the time when one caught a glimpse
at their true loves in the same Sakura fall before even knowing their name,
before the enrolment ceremony.

Regardless of the actual physical being
of a season it was still March, and they were still graduating. The six of
them, they were all that was left, and now as young adults old enough for
university they were graduating secondary school. Six graduates the smallest
class yet to graduate, the first to do so in this school, since the final impact.
An audience of no one, not a family member left.

They were chatting, postponing, afraid
and excited. There was a whole world out there, in various states of
rebuilding. They were trained for nothing useful now—after, wanted only for
their pure-blooded status, something nearly useless now.

Wem der grosse Wurf gelungen,

Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,

Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,

Mische seinen Jubel ein!

Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele

Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!

Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle

Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!

These six were treated differently put
on a pedestal, hidden away, mocked and envied. When they thought their lives
and decisions were their own, someone came to prove them wrong. People, adults,
and survivors of an organisation that thought they knew best. The six were told
their graduation had been postponed; and it was all Shinji’s fault. And the
brunet, the one who saved them all with their impure-blood, he would have been
executed (a grand secret just now revealed, now that Shinji was well enough to
understand the words) but he spoke, and stopped that plan. So they waited and
watched and held the last of the pure-human race and their clones back. Back,
until either the brunet pilot of 01 was better or proved to be a useless endeavour
and executed.

This knowledge distressed the brunet on
what should be a happy day and angered the rest. So here were the six; the last
humans and their clones hiding in the music room talking of nothing and
everything late for their own graduation ceremony.

“You know they are discussing not
letting you graduate if you do not show up to the ceremony soon?” asked a voice
from the door. Twelve eyes turned and looked at the brunet women with the hard
dark eyes leaning on the door frame.

Freude trinken alle Wesen

An den Brüsten der Natur;

Alle Guten, alle Bösen

Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.

Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,

Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;

Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,

Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.

“Kaji
Yayoi,” whispered Tabris.

The brunet women nodded and stepped into the room she surveyed
all of the children one at a time before her brown eyes landed on Tabris she smiled and said, “Well done brat.”

Tabris chuckled, Shinji cowards,
and Lilim glared and asked, “What does NERV want now?”

“To congratulate you six of course,” replied Yayoi.

The room was silent and the NERV representative pulled out a thick packet of papers and said, “There is one here
for each of you,” Yayoi cleared her throat and read the first sheet of paper, “Angelo
Lilim/Ayanami Rei you have hereby been honourably discharged as a pilot
and agent of the NERV organisation. As a severance for your exemplary service
in the field NERV is guaranteeing: All spare genetic material has been destroyed.
All travel, housing, education and extra medical expenses will be paid for by
NERV for you and any descendents. You are entitled to and will receive a veterans
pay, deposited monthly in you Zürich International Bank account. NERV will
no longer attempt to contact you or your descendents, ever—unless in case of an
emergency or by request,” Yayoi stopped reading and looked up at the six
youths, “It goes on of course for another couple pages clarifying things, but
you get the gist. There is one for each of you, wording may have changed
slightly since we don’t have any genetic material on file for Souryuu Asuka or Horaki Hikari, and Horaki Hikari was never a pilot.”

All six of the
youths just nodded dumbly in shock and then Touji
asked, “What constitutes as an emergency?”

“They are all
listed here,” replied Yayoi scanning the packet of paper, “If any long term
effect of being a pilot are discovered, or if an assignation plot is
discovered. There are a few others along the same lines”

“Why do I have one?”
asked Hikari.

“You’re Eve, now
and that makes you important,” replied Yayoi.

Tabris scoffed, “That’s rich coming from a bunch
of Lilin and half-humans. And yet no one cares about
that, only NERV (after years of research) and God can tell the difference. And
yet you not even directly affected still care about the blood purity.”

“Well that is just
it, NERV when it employed the pilots was there to stop god’s plans and now that
god has won, NERV is here to preserve god’s plan,” replied Yayoi.

The room was silent
for a moment when Asuka said, “I’m not signing anything
until I read the papers through.”

Yayoi passed out
everyone’s forms and handed each of them a pen, “If you don’t sign NERV will be
free to contact you, your discharge revoked. So don’t take too long to read
those. I need to bring them back and you need to graduate.”

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen

Durch des Himmels Prächt'gen Plan,

Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,

Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

Tochter aus Elysium,

Wir betreten feuer-trunken,

Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

The room was quiet
as everyone read their own packet, and one-by-one they picked up the pens and signed
the forms—forms that had been written by NERV, which would force NERV out of
the lives of the ex-pilots and the new Eve. No one moved until everyone had signed
and handed the forms back to Yayoi.

The group of six
glanced around the music room and double checked that they had everything and
then they headed for the door Kaji Yayoi
yelled after them, “Asuka, Shinji! You might want to
consider surrogacy and sperm donation to have children in the future, of course with each other, you know
continue the human race and all.”

All six paused and Tabris turned around and replied, “It would be better for
humanity once they have rebuilt their civilization and fallen from god’s path
once more; if god can no longer separate out the Lilin
from the humans.”

“Right,” said Yayoi
a bit dejected sounding, “I’ll see you.”

They didn’t stop. All
six future graduates continued to walk down the hall and Shinji called back, “No,
you won’t.”

And they were gone
from the hall, moments later they would be gone from the school, and out in the
world to blend in with the other survivors, to never stand out or be considered
special again—to be free.

And don’t you know
that living one’s life happily, peacefully, and to the fullest, with those whom
one loves, is its own Elysium.

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was die Mode streng geteilt;

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Seid umschlungen, Millionen!

Diesen Kuss der ganzen Welt!

Brüder über'm Sternenzelt

Muss ein lieber Vater wohnen.

Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?

Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?

Such'ihn über'm Sternenzelt!

Über Sternen muss er wohnen

 

Author’s Note:  So
what do you think? This is it. I want to thank everyone who stuck with this fic. And I hope you enjoyed it. Please review.

-Na