Elysium | By : draechaeli Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 4431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Evangelion, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
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
I hope you enjoy this chapter. I am working at a Summer Camp starting very soon. I should be able to
get a few writing hours in a day, unless I don’t have an outlet for my laptop.
But I won’t be able to post anything (most likely) until the end of summer. But
the happy news I’ll have like 100 chapters for you guys! ;D
Happy Reading!
-Na
Elysium
Chaputa-shi
As much as Tabris wanted to get
Shinji’s hair cut, he was dreading the whole experience. It wasn’t some
estranged fear of his or anything like that; no it was the death grip on his
arm. He had tried to put his arm around the shaggy-haired brunette, but instead
of succeeding in his goal, the fallen angel’s arm was taken in a death grip. So
now the question was, would Shinji let go of Tabris
long enough to get his hair cut?
Shinji wasn’t letting go, no this had to be the best dream
in existence. The fact that he could point out that he was asleep and still
remember every blessed detail of the wonderful dream was a miracle. It had
veered the normal week, or day, or whatever that thing was before this—whatever
this was—happened. He wondered if he would now know time. But the slow
realization dawned on him; there was no sense of time in a dream, six months in
Nod can occur in as little as a couple hours. So time could only return if he
woke up, and he didn’t want to wake up. Shinji’s grip tightened on the pale arm
in his grasp, he wanted to die here, with Kaoru.
Entering the barber shop, Tabris
had the quick thought to cut Shinji’s hair himself, but he had never done
anything like that before, and thus continued farther into the shop. The shop
was bare except an elderly barber who turned a kind face on the two that
entered the shop, “Hello, how may I help you?”
Tabris riffled through Shinji’s
backpack as best he could until he pulled out a wallet and the very old NERV
access card, “My friend here needs a haircut that looks like this.”
The ID card changed hands and the barber nodded, “Well, come
on Ikari-san.” The brunette made no move to show that
he heard the man, that his name was ever called. The barber’s eyes shifted
between the two boys, trying to piece together what was going on.
“He suffers from a great deal of war trauma, could you cut
his hair while I hold his hand?” asked Tabris, not
sure how the request would be taken.
The barber nodded and led the two boys over to the chair in
front of the sink so that he could wash Shinji’s shaggy hair. The man stood
back and watched Tabris with Shinji. The grey haired
youth had to pry his arm free only to immediately take hold of the needy,
grabby hand. The brunette was sat down in the chair, he looked like he was
about to cry. In a very soft voice close to the pilot of unit 01’s ear the
angel whispered, “We’re going to get your hair cut. But first this nice man is
going to wash your hair. Don’t worry I’ll hold your hand the whole time, I
won’t leave you Shinji.”
The brunette barley nodded, a pout heavy on his lips, eyes
seemed to almost be brimming with tears. Tabris
squeezed the hand in his, in reassurance; than he turned to the barber and
nodded his head. The barber by this point decided that Shinji needed to be
treated like a child, minus the comforting babble, since that obviously didn’t
penetrate the brunette’s skull. Tipping the chair back slowly, the barber
turned on the water and waited for it to warm up and for Shinji to get used to
the sound.
Slowly and carefully Shinji’s hair was washed, the brunette
himself wasn’t having fun, he did not understand the reason for the haircut.
But he took in deep breaths and gripped Kaoru’s hand tightly to remind himself, that it was only a mini nightmare inside a heavenly
dream. And if Kaoru wanted him to get his hair washed by a stranger, and not
the normal prodding by a penguin, and then get his hair cut then he would trust
Kaoru, with his life. But at this moment, for the life of him he couldn’t quite
remember the concept of a haircut.
So when Shinji was stood, and wrapped in a smock, he began
to mildly panic in his own confusion. He was sat down in a new chair, his hand
white knuckled around Kaoru’s, whose fingers were turning red; Kaoru began to
hum.
Shinji began to relax and the barber quickly and efficiently
cut the shaggy hair and restored it to the once clean cut state. As soon as the
barber was done Tabris scooped up his love and sat
down in the barber chair with Shinji in his lap, “I’m sorry we’ll be just a
moment.”
The elderly man nodded and smiled, before he began to sweep
up the hair on the floor, occasionally turning the chair that the boys were in.
When he had finished, Tabris coaxed Shinji out of the
chair and they went up front to the cash register. Tabris
pulled out a Zürich International Bank card not sure
if it was his or Shinji’s and handed it to the barber. When it came time to
sign the receipt, the fallen angel left a generous tip.
The two boys left the barber shop and walked towards the Nagisa, Kaoru apartment. On the way home Tabris brought the brunette into a pharmacy. When
international communications had been restored, the grey haired youth had
learned of Ikari, Shinji’s condition and had done a
little research. There had been a study done on multi-vitamins and how they could,
besides providing the body with the needed nutrients, could also help deal with
depression. [1] So he wanted to pick up powdered vitamins to add to the food,
it wouldn’t hurt him to take some vitamins as well. [2] Once the needed
vitamins were purchased, they continued on their way home.
Upon entering the apartment they found Pen Pen lounging with a magazine open, Tabris
shook his head and smiled. Leading the blue eyed boy to the sofa, red eyes put
down their bags and took out the remaining half of the bento from lunch.
Dragging Shinji into his lap, Tabris opened the bento
box looking at the omelet and rice that still remained. He lifted a piece of
the yellow omelet to the boy on his lap. The brunette shook his head mouth
clamped shut.
“Shinji, onegai, eat some for me,” said the angel in a low
soothing voice. The younger of the two sighed and opened his mouth accepting
the food. The grey haired youth slowly began to feed the both of them, trying
his best to give them equal proportions. When the food was gone, Tabris reached into his backpack once more and pulled out a
water bottle and handed it to Shinji. This was accepted swiftly and drank like
the younger hadn’t drunk anything in days. Tabris
smiled and removed the teenager from his lap, with an arm curled around his; he
brought the dishes to the kitchen and placed them in the sink.
They moved into the bedroom, Tabris
had a guiding hand on Shinji’s lower back. When they entered the room Tabris surveyed the room, the area usage, but mainly the
sleeping arrangement. He chuckled, would this always be a form of strife
between them? Sitting the brunette in the desk chair, Tabris
took pause, before stripping off his shirt both button up and orange under
shirt. He handed the two warm shirts to the boy lost in his mind with a smile,
and took a couple steps back, while staying within his range of sight, and
humming.
Shinji shook barely but he did, he could hear the haunting
humming tune of Ode an die Freude,
and see Kaoru moving away from. He thought at any second that Eva 01’s hand
would reach out and crush the pale boy. He took a deep shaky breath, and
inhaled the scent that was Kaoru, so then perhaps his brain was playing a trick
on him, and Kaoru was still nearby. He watched like an old movie reel before
his eyes the following events unfold.
Tabris smiled at Shinji one last
time before turning to survey his western style bed. Moving to the foot of the
bed he lifted the thin mattress and pulled it off towards Shinji’s futon.
Moving to the other end of the bed, he removed the futon from the frame and
box-spring, dragging it on top of Shinji’s futon. The box-spring was difficult
to pull from the frame, but after much struggling he was able to prop it
against the wall half blocking the door. Shuffling through his closet, Tabris removed a very small toolkit, and set about taking
apart the frame. Deciding that his closet had enough room and wasn’t being used
for any better purpose, he slid the box-spring in behind the hanging clothes
and added the pieces of frame. The ex-angel took pause and smiled once more at
the boy who was watching him. Then he pulled his futon off of Shinji’s and laid
them side-by-side.
Walking over to Shinji, Tabris
gently pried the clothes from his hands, before taking the teenager in his arms
and hugging him tightly to his person. After a pregnant moment, where the two
stood there holding each other. They went into the bathroom and brushed their
teeth, stripped down to their boxers and went to bed.
Shinji laid there cocooned in warmth, arms wrapped
protectively around his body. He was laying on his futon, and yet also Kaoru’s
bed, and at this point he was very confused. The most confusing bit of all was
that he couldn’t feel the ear bud headphones in his ears, he didn’t have his
SDAT in his hand, and on the contrary it was warm fabric in his grip. And yet,
and yet he could hear Ode an die Freude
lulling him to sleep.
Wem der grosse Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
The boys slept the best sleep that either had in so many
years, in really their whole lives. But Tabris forced
himself from the warmth of the shared bed so that he could prepare their bags
for the day. Slowly he got up, gingerly extracting himself from the other body
on the bed. Tabris quietly got dressed for the day,
at the—could he say ungodly hour? For he knew god did not sleep—early hour and
worked to make an elaborate bento boxes. He added Ginkgo supplement to the
omelet, in hopes to clear the cobwebs in Shinji’s mind so he could see the
truth in the reality. Ginger was added to everything to help calm the stomach
of the Ikari as he ate. After the lunches were made
and wrapped, Tabris began on the bouillon and rice
breakfast, to which he added the multi-vitamin. He double checked their bags in
the living room to make sure that everything was packed, and added the bento
boxes and a couple bottles of water, before moving back to the bedroom.
Shinji could here the humming again, feel the hands sifting
through his hair. This time he fought to swiftly open the eyes and see the
person to wake him as gently as this. Blue eyes fluttered open into a dream,
Kaoru was leaning over him smiling.
“Come on sleepy head, get dressed. If you do I’ll play
violin for you or with you however you prefer,” said the laughing red eyes, and
kind sincere face. The words penetrated Shinji, this had to be heaven, but
couldn’t be because he was not privileged to go there, but it still was, a
dream come true. And so swiftly that it shocked the grey haired young adult
Shinji was dressed, seated on the futon and holding out the violin for Tabris.
Pen Pen opened the door for Suzahara and Horaki, they blinked a couple times at the penguin before watching
it walk away. They could vaguely hear the tune of Ode an
die Freude drifting from the bedroom and slowly
followed it. The sight that greeted them made them almost turn
around and leave, allowing Shinji to skip class.
Leaning back on his arms on a double futon was Shinji, a big
smile spread across his face, reaching his eyes. He was completely focused on
the silver haired youth sitting in the desk chair, violin tucked snuggly under
his chin, his angelic voice projecting.
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!
Author’s Note: I apologize for your long wait. So what do you
think? Please review.
[1] I don’t know if a study has actually been done. But I’m
on a migraine elimination diet (main/best thing in the diet to eat is macaroni
and green apples) and I know a few very picky eaters (peanut butter and apple
butter sandwiches) the list goes on, we all feel better when taking a
multi-vitamin.
[2] There has to be powder vitamins somewhere… if not, there
is now. There is powdered headache medicine, fiber supplement, and energy junk,
why not multi-vitamin?
-Na
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