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 SHOUNEN-AI (guys kissin’ and cuddlin’) and possibly YAOI (explicit sex scenes between guys). 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

Happy Reading!
-Na

Elysium

Chaputa-ni

Blue eyes blinked, when he was hit with the container of bouillon once again. This time though as he rolled off of the futon and moved to make breakfast at the insistent penguins prodding; he had a new theory, or he supposed that it could be an old theory. Anyway the theory was he was on an endless repeat like his SDAT.

Well if he was on repeat he supposed that meant he had to actually go and make the morning meal he would drink on the way to class. When was the last time there was a Sunday anyways? It seemed that every morning that broke he had to go to school, when was the last time he had a day off- a Sunday?

Perhaps he thought, as he filled the pan with water, he slept through Sunday for he had to sleep at one point, and at current he didn’t know when that was. Putting the appropriate amount of the beef powder and rice into the pan he turned and left the concoction to cook.

Pulling on his black pants, Shinji only had one leg on before he realized that if he was on repeat than he was never going to get his Sunday. Deciding to rebel against the pause-less week, Shinji finished putting on his pants before retrieving Kaoru’s violin and his own SDAT.

Taking the violin from its case as if it were a new born babe, the brunette lay it carefully on it’s owner’s bed before Shinji started his SDAT the music loader than the normal, as to drown out the one noise he trained himself to hear; a knock.

Laying down on the bed one hand reached under the pillow to clutch desperately at the much loved white angel feather. The other moved to stroke the strings of the violin, so gently that they didn’t even vibrate a note. But there in his ears, his heart, his soul; rung with the words:

Wem der grosse Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!

Pen Pen opened the door for Suzahara and Horaki, they both looked down at the penguin and then at each other. The Iinchou sighed, “I’ll go get his breakfast a bag he might not be dressed again.”

Suzahara nodded and walked towards the bedroom almost surprised to be able to hear Ode an die Freude. Not so much the song or even the volume but the volume coming from the small SDAT. Looking around the room he tried to think of some way to reach the topless boy. What he needed was something of Kaoru’s that Shinji coveted; picking up the orange undershirt from the desk chair he though a moment.

If he threw the shirt at the dazed boy on the bed than he would hug it and not move, Toji knew this since it had happened once before. But wrinkling it and dangling it just out of the mute’s reach should give the desired outcome.

Blue eyes widened hands gently yet swiftly let go of their treasures as Shinji sat up and reached for the wrinkled shirt being held high by a prosthetic arm. Moving swiftly from the bed Shinji meticulously folded the orange shirt while Toji put the violin away. When the quiet brunette began to head for the bed once more, the taller boy threw the remaining clothes at him and pushed him out the door.

As the group walked to school they talked excitedly, while Shinji sipped his breakfast. He wasn’t listening to their chatter although he probably should have.

“I can’t wait the movie theater reopens tonight!” exclaimed Hikari.

Suzahara nodded, “Yes, and I finally get to see that new horror film that was suppose to air the night of the Third Impact.”

“Not something scary,” complained the brunette girl.

Wrapping his non-prosthetic arm around the girl’s waist he said, “We’ll go see the romance flick you want to see too. And then I will spend the night at your house and if you get scared then you can wake me from the ‘oh so comfortable’ sofa.”

Enthusiastically the girl nodded and then glanced back at the boy quietly sipping his soup, “Should we invite Ikari-kun?” Her boyfriend just shrugged his shoulders as they continued on their way to school.

When the group arrived at school, one of the younger boys in the class a ten year old named Kagura ran up to Shinji crying, “Shinji-onii-san, I told Auska-onee-san that I thought I loved another boy in our class. And she told me it was a bad thing to do and I would end up like you onii-san!”

No one expected a reaction to this whatsoever, not even the little boy in tears. But Shinji had that way of surprising people. Falling to his knees Hikari first thought that the brunette Eva pilot was hurt. But when he enveloped the young boy in a tight hug; his message was sent across loud and clear.

Whispering his thanks Kagura pulled away from the elder boy and they all walked into the half destroyed remains of the old school.

School seemed to once more be the exact same for Shinji, except his protest and want for a Sunday continued his SDAT was on extremely loud. After repeated attempt to get the boy to turn the volume down, Iinchou took the SDAT and turned the volume down. For the rest of the day there were no further ‘outbursts’ from the silent ex-Eva pilot.

Sadly though what was left of the school board and NERV had come to an executive decision, regarding one Ikari, Shinji. Unless by some miracle the boy began to speak once more, this was his last week of school. He would be hospitalized after that in the half-rebuilt NERV hospital wing. Of course Shinji had been informed of this decision that he had four days till Sunday and that of which he would be hospitalized. But if he actually knew any of this information was anyone’s guess.

When school finally let out, Shinji simply followed Suzahara and Horaki, expecting for them to drop him off at the apartment of Nagisa, Kaoru like they had done every other day that began by being hit with a container of bouillon.

Shinji didn’t even realize that they were walking in the opposite direction until Suzahara removed the brunette boy’s Zürich International Bank card only to put it away again. In celebration of the theater reopening and since no one really had money in the area the first movie was free.

Not even registering that he was missing his first trip to the movie theater in Toukyou-3, no his first trip to the movie theater that his memory could allow recollection for he didn’t take notice to. Nor did he notice Hikari’s horrified shriek, or Toji’s well placed distraction.

After paying to see four more films which were all the films currently salvaged. They all went home and to bed. In the sort of daze that accompanied his days Shinji stumbled into the apartment at which he was staying and flopped down on his futon sneakers and all. Ready to begin his restless or restful night, for his mind stopped registering either long ago, or perhaps it was yesterday?

A tall figure smiled as he walked into the apartment of Nagisa, Kaoru, he was met abruptly by the sixty centimeter tall figure of the highly intelligent penguin, known none other as Pen Pen. Smiling down at the flightless bird the figure said, “Arigatou, you have done a fine job watching over him for me.”

Placing the plastic grocery bags on the counter the man moved to check on the sleeping silent boy he was to take care of. Shaking his head at the sight presented to him, he bent down over the figure removing the shoes and the SDAT, followed by his shirts and pants.

Pulling back the covers of the bed and removing the feather from under the pillow, he picked up the pale boxer clad boy and tucked him into the bed. Folding the brunette’s school clothes and rolling up the futon, the man placed the SDAT and feather on the bedside table.

Shinji became aware in a hazy warm silence; but it was never silent, was it? No he could hear humming and feel soft fingers brushing through his hair. He tried to open his eyes but they seemed too slow because by the time the blue eyes focused the room was silent and empty. No Pen Pen, no bouillon, no music, and the next thing he noticed was that he was in Kaoru’s bed in only his boxers.

Turning an impressive shade of red the boy felt as if he had defiled Kaoru’s bed by sleeping in it. Hurriedly the brunette got out of bed and made it to perfection finding the feather nearby he placed it under the pillow before he got dressed. SDAT in hand the boy clad in his school uniform left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen.

Wondering what happened to Pen Pen and his usual wake up call, Shinji entered the kitchen. There on the counter next to his backpack was a bento wrapped in a music note cloth his usual breakfast already in travel mug and his school bag. Before he could think to question anything there was a knock at the door.

Answering the door Shinji saw a panting Suzahara and Horaki, the boy said, “We overslept, if we don’t hurry we’ll be late.”

Shinji went inside and retrieved the things that were laid out for him and then returned to the door holding up the bento. Hikari smiled, “Oh good Pen Pen got you a bento I had no time to make any this morning. Now come on or we’ll be late!” They ran all the way to the school Shinji had no time to sip his broth and rice but they were able to make it a few seconds before the bell rang.

Once in the semi-sanctuary of his seat the brunette ex-Evangelion pilot kept his blue eyes on his desk going over all the things that had happened that morning. There was no way that time would distort so that today seemed to never happen. He tried to focus on the humming and the fingers that had been in his hair that morning.

Shinji didn’t even notice the tall new albino student with silver-grey hair enter the class room. Nor did he hear the teacher introduce, “Angelo, Tabris.”

Perhaps he thought in his insane head it was all some sort of trick of mind. And the people who help Pen Pen left the food since they needed the penguin for something. And- and- and someone was humming Ode an die Freude. And that humming sounded familiar.

Blue eyes lifted from the wood of the desk and met with all too familiar red eyes. There was a pause, Shinji’s breath caught. “Kaoru!” the boy croaked, tears welling in his eyes. Swiftly the ex-pilot stood and flew to the front of the room and into the outstretched arms of the one he loved.

Catching the broken boy in a tight hug Kaoru stopped humming and began to sing the verse he left off at:

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!...

Author’s Note: If you read my other fics you’ll find that I have a few OC named Kagura, Chiaki, and Takeru those are my favorite male Japanese names, guess the names of the totally cute little kids in this fic are named? Did anyone guess it was Tabris who put Shinji to bed and made him breakfast? So what do you think? Please review.
-Na