From: Izcer4@rocketmail.com (Izcer4)

	Greetings everyone. Here is yet another story from my warped
mind, committed to electronic words across the vastness that is the
Internet. This story, based in the Evangelion series, is a tad
different. Anyone who frequents a few of the MUCKS I am on will
recognize some aspects. For the rest of, it's a long story, one of the
reasons I decided to write about it.  The world is Evangelion, with a
few twists. These make the characters a tad more believable in my
opinion, as well as allowed for the central character to exist in the
first place. One word of warning. A few of the subjects that will be
addressed are of a more mature nature. You have been warned. As usual,
all comments and criticisms are read and applied where possible,
flames are laughed at and sent to the depths of Asgart.


This Fanfiction contains MATURE content. Not a Lemon, but it does
contain detailed descriptions of naked females, and lecherous, if not
illegal acts. If you are not of proper age, or maturity, DO NOT READ
THIS.


This is a work of FANFICTION, and should be treated as such.

The central characters of Neon Genesis Evangelion are copyrighted by
GAINAX and others. Their descriptions, and some aspects of their
displayed psyches are used without permission.




Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Proto-Child Chronicles
	Chapter 1: Birth of Natima
By Iczer4   Izcer4@rocketmail.com


	He smiled wickedly. He had won the argument. Gendo sat in his
chair, the papers on his desk the source of his evil grin, and the
thoughts running through his twisted, sickened mind. The council
agreed to let him begin the Human Instrumentality Project, and
released the needed funds and technology to him for it. At last, he
could have what he wanted. Life was good.

	He had offloaded the pitiful excuse of a son he had onto his
brother for a few years, albeit, it would cost him a bit, but he
wouldn't have to deal with him. Perhaps in a few years he would have
need for him, if what was supposed to be would be. The Akagi's were
working hard, the MAGI almost complete, as was the groundwork for
project EVA. The only down side, although in it's own way it was a
plus, was he had lost his wife. Love wasn't a real factor, he had
cared, but almost more for the mind, than the person and the body. Not
that it would be an issue for much longer, not with the resources he
now had. He chuckled, and began to draw up a plan for his newly
acquired means to manipulate those around him for his own needs.


	In the council chambers, halfway across the world from
Tokyo-3, the SEELE Council reconvened for an impromptu session. The 5
members sitting at their chairs, each illuminated by a different color
light. In the far end of the room, cloaked in shadows, was a person.
Most likely male, but not certain. This was SEELE's handyman. They
waited for Number 1 to arrive, then they began.

	"Do you think it wise to allow him access to the genetic
tools?"

	"Perhaps it would have been better if another group had been
given the HIP."

	"That an is a duplicitous man, full of treachery, already he
has forsaken his own wife, as well as other crimes."

	"That is irrelevant." Number 1 said, "He alone has the people
capable of beginning the project, who can also be dealt with later
once their usefulness is complete. He has the only MAGI system even
close to completion. Besides, his own ego and blindness to certain
things will only aide us, not hinder us."

	"Yes, but basically we gave him funds, and the archives to let
him create life of his own design, the complete information of Genetic
Engineering and creation. How do we know he can be trusted?"

	"We do not, that is why agent Bengal is here. We know roughly
what he intends to do, however, we need some control of the
situation."

	"Yes master, how can I help?" The dark figure asked.

	"You will access the first attempt of him to use the HIP
information, and assure that we maintain control, by whatever means
needed."

	The dark figure, nodded, and left, bowing deeply. He owed
these men his very life, even though he yearned for release from it.

	"I hope this doesn't haunt us later."

	"Bengal has never failed us. We have not only ourselves, but
in this case, the entire world to look out for. We know what is
coming, they do not. We must be prepared for this, and we must prepare
the world. Even though they cannot know of their own fate."

	"Very well. With that taken care of, this meeting is
adjourned." Number 1 said, and vanished from sight.

	All the points winked out.


	Bengal sat in his room. A spacious apartment, even by today's
standards. He mused on how times had changed these last 2000 years. He
owed the SEELE people his life, or rather Number 1. He pulled back his
cloak, to reveal a face grizzled with the signs of age and experience,
eyes that bore wisdom beyond the apparent age. He sighed, and went to
his table, picking up, off all thing a bible. He mused, as this was
source of some truth, but mainly misconceptions and lies. He had been
there, he knew what really happened. Bengal sat down, looking outside
his home, at the bustling people, unaware their own fate was being
controlled and manipulated. Mothers, fathers, and children. Children,
he thought. He had lost his only daughter many many years before, and
he longed for death ever since then. He glanced over at a small old,
parchment paper sketch, possibly his only truly valued possession. The
young girl on it looking happy and pleased. His daughter, all he had
left of her was this picture, and his memories. He walked to his bed,
and laid down, slipping into restless slumber. He had not slept well
at all for almost 100 years. For Bengal, like Number 1 was one of the
unfortunate souls doomed to wander the earth for all time, until such
time as the race ends, or they prove themselves worthy of redemption.


	Gendo sat at his desk, going over exactly what this 'HIP'
project was, or more specifically, what it could do to further his own
agenda. Now that the way had been cleared, he had many ideas running
through his mind, many ideas of what to do. The only snag was, and he
knew it, was to make sure, at least for a while, that it appeared his
own aims were in line with the Council's. This was simple, relatively
speaking. The project merely seemed to be looking into the next step
of human evolution, a way to tangibly define a soul, and keep it even
after the body has died. He set his papers down and turned around
looking outside his office. Not yet complete, the large pyramid that
would become the base for the newly named NERV, under his official
control, located inside the geofront of Tokyo-3, still did not offer
the sense of security he desired. Due to the ongoing building, his
windows were still normal glass, and the door still had a keyslot in
it. Only the area known an Central Dogma was under lockdown, the crews
that had built it killed, lest they tell others what they had been
doing. He smiled, for in less than 3 days, he could begin working down
there, down where the secrets disappeared, and the real truth was
plainly visible.


	Dr Akagi Sr looked over her panel. The MAGI were almost
complete. Two were completely done, up and running, and the third
would soon be. She cursed herself, for despite her own intelligence,
it still took 'help' from her daughter Ritsuko to complete the
project. She didn't care for her daughter much, she had her brains,
her looks, and her own stubbornness. Thankfully though, that
bothersome Yui was finally out of the way, now she and Gendo didn't
have to try and hide it. She smiled, knowing what had happened,
hearing Yui scream in pain, it brought a thrill to her body. She also
knew that Gendo had received permission to use the Dogma equipment,
and the MAGI were still in the process of receiving all the files from
the Council, which was a slow and agonizing process, since the
dedicated lines for the supercomputers hadn't been run yet. She
crawled out of the access port of one of her babies, closing Melchior
back up, and locking him back into running position, having completed
the final test. She sat back in her portable station chair, and sighed
deeply, and watched the screen. Once again, she had managed to
increase the transfer rate between Melchior and Balthazar. She
conveniently forgot that it was her daughters hyperlinks that let her
do this. She watched as a large flow of data was being requested by
someone. Bringing up a task manager, she saw that Gendo had requested
several large files, including a selective dump of the genetic coding
database. She smiled, knowing he must be getting ready to do a trial
in the Dogma chamber. She looked at the request. Along with most of
the files coming from the council, and a large portion of code base
data from the female population of the sampled world, she noted that
her own DNA code file was in the mix as well. She smiled, hoping she
would have her own DNA codes incorporated into this 'being of all
time' Gendo had hinted at now being able to make. She laughed to
herself, and completely missed the scrolling indication that Yui
Ikari's entire file had been requested as well.


	Bengal sat at his terminal, watching Gendo. Although thousands
of miles away, it was still realtime. He watched as he polled for
thousands of files to be sent to his desk. Bengal knew already that
was a feint to throw off Dr Akagi. The woman was headstrong, ambitious
and full of herself. Compliment her once or twice, make her feel
important, and you can wrap her around your finger. Bengal dove into
Gendo's terminal, wanting to know what was really happening. He
laughed, finding a bit of poetic justice in it. The file on Akagi DNA
had been tossed out, as had almost all of the rest of the DNA code
files. Only a few remained, including an almost complete version of
his late wife, Yui. Bengal felt a twinge of regret. He had known what
happened, and actually had to be a part of it, in a distant fashion,
and knew he had left a young boy alone without a caring mother, only a
dark souled father. He shook the feeling for know, concentrating on
the task at hand. The remaining DNA files were a bit of a mismatch.
Many of then were from sampled people of very high intelligence, which
was alright, but there was a large number of files from people who
only seemed to share submissiveness in common. Bengal requested a live
feed copy of everything Gendo terminal did, and would do, leaving the
logging on. The fact that Gendo left his wife's file almost entirely
intact didn't sit well, since Bengal knew the woman, although
intelligent, and quite beautiful, was no more than another pawn to
Gendo, used to further his ideas, at the cost of her own life. Begal
shut down the Terminal, and made a preliminary report for the council,
sending it off, then turning in for the night to reflect on what had
transpired.


	"What has Bengal to report on the activities of newly
information wealthy Gendo?"

	"Do you want direct assesment, or opinions?"

	"Both. Bengal has shown in the past a certain knack for having
opinions and ideas which pan out."

	"Directly, he is throwing off many, including his own head
research doctor, and culling through a fairly good sized piece of the
DNA database.  The remote telemetry indicates the chamber is being
prepped for initial code verification and DNA archtype bug checking.
Based on these findings, it is surmised that Gendo plans on at least
testing a DNA sequence in the chambers non-volatile section soon.
Based on the DNA files, it will be female in gender, but beyond that
it is difficult to surmise."

	"Is that all?"

	"No. The 'package' has been secured in the geofront, and
appears to be normal. Parties witness to this move have been dealt
with properly. The MAGI system is operating above expected levels, and
the remaining MAGI systems will be brought to their level in short
order. Bengal requests a direct presence, should they try something
unforeseen."

	"That is odd, does he give a reason for this request."

	"Not directly, just, in his words 'An odd premonition it would
be best' is all there is."

	"I see. What of his subjective results?"

	"He suspects Gendo will attempt to create a hybrid, female in
gender, aesthetically similar to his late spouse. Augmenting
intelligence, while assuring complete control over the subject. It is
also noted he will probably instill false memories and past, along
with a fair amount of knowledge into the test subject, thus allowing
him to test the accelerated growth system of the chamber. Bengal
states sections of this are expected, but without direct presence,
there is no way to be certain he will not try and create something
which only he has control of, thus circumventing our chain of
command."

	"I see. Is there any other opinions, either in the report or
of our own?"

	"I must stress, that while Bengal is very reliable and has a
track record to back him up, he still is to an extent free of our
influence. A necessary evil for his line of work. While I see no
problem with his analysis, I question if perhaps there is more than he
is saying in his report, possibly a hidden agenda."

	"Out of the question. He has served us faithfully for over 500
years."

	"Yes. His record shows errors in the past, mistakes he has
made, a few a bit more severe and costly than others. He is still
human, but I see no reason to doubt him. He knows, as we do that he
cannot leave this world as long as our ultimate project goes
unfinished."

	"Enough. Have Burmese begin a casual watch on Bengal, to qualm
your fears, but allow Bengal to have his direct presence."

	"Do you think that's wise?"

	"Whether it is wise or not is irrelevant. The end is at hand,
the tunnel is nearly at it's end. There is little anyone can do now,
least of all Bengal, to stop the events set in motion."

	"Very well."

	Four of the points vanished. A minute or two later, Bengal
entered, looking impassive at the head of the council.

	"Bengal, you know what you seek is impossible. Yet you still
ask me. Why?"

	"Sir, I have gone so long in this world of darkness. I still
serve the council, and always will. You know my reasons. Is it really
too much to ask?"

	"I suppose not. I hope your assumptions are wrong in this
case, for the scenario you outline....One is a nightmare, the other
tolerable, and maybe the human thing to do. But that is partially at
the core of this entire mess."

	"I understand sir. I only make my report and summations on the
data I have acquired, and the events I have witnessed or been a hand
in."

	"Yes, I know. Very well. Pack your belongings you will need.
You are headed for the Geofront. Be wary, for as you heard, Burmese
will be casually watching you now. Be careful not to betray my trust
in you old friend."

	"Of course. I seek only the same goals as you."

	The head of the council stood and walked to his friend. He
reached out, and handed Bengal possibly the greatest gift he could
ever give him. He placed a data disc into Bengal's hand, and returned
to his seat, and vanished. Bengal stifled a tear, looking at the disc
in his hand. All these years, maybe he could find a modicum of
forgiveness now. He left to pack his things, he had a long flight
ahead of him. He safely tucked the disc into his shirt pocket. He held
his hand there for a moment, once more, she was near him, for the
disc, one of the only ones not in the database, was the DNA of
Bengal's daughter. A complete copy of everything she was, now close to
her father, in some small way, once more.



	Gendo was upset. His initial test had produced some annoying
errors, to the point they would never allow the subject to live. He
had indeed made a hybrid, a mix of several people's DNA structure,
mostly his dead wife's, and some from the special guest he had under
lock and key in the bottommost part of the Geofront. On the upside, he
now had a name for his group, NERV. This was so much easier than the
old name, even if it wasn't public yet. He sighed, leaning back in his
chair. This would be his triumph. Yes, it would facially be his wife.
But the intelligence would be above even Dr Akagi's. He smirked, the
letch in him happy, since it would also have the body hot enough to
melt tank armor, at least as far as he was concerned. And the best
part, no free will, completely obedient to him, and him alone. His
doll, his toy, his companion. Every last micron of her made to his
exact wishes. The only thorn right now was a 'visitor' from the
Council. Even if he seemed unassuming, and not interested in the Dogma
chamber, it was a problem. However, Akagi had detected no hacking, or
subterfuge on his part, in fact the secret monitor in his room showed
he had a very boring life. He shrugged it off, and went back to
creating his perfect little plaything.

	Bengal lay on his bed in the Geofront. Fooling the cameras was
easy, the small box attached to them would ensure it always looked
like he was leading a boring life. Fooling the MAGI was also easy,
using the council's hidden overrides for security. What was troubling
him was Gendo. He had finally gotten a dump of the DNA sequence he was
testing, and it was a long process crunching it, else he raise
suspicions. Most of the sequence was laughable. In fact, he could tell
the first 3 iterations and variations had failed the pre substrate
tests. It was the later tests. Gendo had used more of the 'package's
DNA than was expected. Bengal knew this one would succeed, but the
question was, how was it going to? Was Gendo going to advance the age
to about 14 and fix it there, or to about 8 and let the test grow the
rest. Why had he gone and adjusted things that seemed to make no
sense. He turned over, and went to sleep, for tomorrow he actually
went to the chamber.

	Gendo beemed, he had it. This DNA sequence passed all the
tests. Forget the council. He stood in front of a large tube of
yellowish fluid, the tube filled with the stuff that would make his
doll. He reached down, and toggled the enable, and the machinery came
to life. A low thrumming filled the room, the machinery doing it's
magic. Manipulating the 4 basic chemicals that controlled all that was
a person, arranging them into the order the coding said to. Several
hours later, Gendo left, the basic sequence complete, replication and
embryonic creation having been secured. He left for bed, for nothing
could stop his doll from coming to be now.

	The spark happened. Life had begun. The being grew, it's mind
slowly waking. Concepts of self, others, body, mind all filled in
rapidly, just fast enough for it to be absorbed, not enough to drive
it insane....yet.

	Bengal cursed. He had been delayed for 2 days. But his revenge
was Gendo was 'called' to a council meeting, as Bengal left the lift,
bound for the Dogma chamber. He strolled past the security systems. He
took a deep breath, and slid his card into the reader, the green light
beeped, and the door opened. He walked in, and the door closed, the
room's lights coming up. Bengal looked around and turned his attention
to the tube. He walked to the terminal and looked at it. His eyes went
wide, his mouth dried up. He glanced to the tube, and to the terminal,
his fists slowly clenching. The nerve, the monster, how dare he. How
dare he pervert pureness of new life with his own base needs. He read
the display. Light blue hair, skin to die for. Body dimensions were
beyond his ability to decipher, but the test wasn't stopping at a
young age, it appeared the cycle was locked into age 14 human female
for biological settings. The mind was tremendous, abilities to rival
the finest of all time. He cursed, and was just about to reach into
his pocket for his disc and overides. He could not allow this
depravity to occur. The door opened behind him, and in walked Gendo,
with a pistol aimed at him.

	"So, you seemed to have found your way down here."

	"You monster!"

	"I am the God, you are the monster. I am the saviour of the
world. I will make the new species how I choose."

	"You are evil. I should have killed you years ago."

	"Now you will never live to see another day."

	"Wrong." Bengal said, placing his hand on the console. "I am
in front of the Tube, and have the ability to overide the lock and
kill the test before it finishes. Plus, I know the tube isn't bullet
proof."

	Bengal was bluffing, he knew Gendo had replaced the tube with
bullet resistant materials, but needed a few seconds. WIth his other
hand, he reached to his side, calm looking, and hit a small
transponder which was sewn into each of his slacks. He touched it, and
it sent a small tigle into his skin, letting him know it worked. He
simply smiled at Gendo

	"I see you find some irony in this. Who are you really, and
why does the Council wish to stop me from ushering in the new
species?"

	"You are ushering in an innocent life, and making her your
puppet. I cannot allow that to happen. What I know goes to the grave
with me. You will never know....."

	"Pity, I think I shall...." 

	Saying so, Gendo fired the pistol, four times. The man
tourqued, and shook with each shot, one passing clear through him,
hitting the tube, only a small scratch resulting. Gendo smiled, and
watched the blood smears drip on the tube, as the man sunk to the
floor. He patted the tube, knowing she was safe, knowing in just a few
more hours, she would begin to develop into what he truly wanted. Her
mind as well, turning from open and free to his and closed. He
chuckled, and left the room. As the door closed, he failed to notice
the near-dead man's hand move.

	Bengal was in pain. It was comforting, he had not felt such in
many many years. A modicum of realism before he faced the end. He
moved his bleeding ragged body slowly, painfully to the terminal's
base. He managed to pull the disc from his pocket, and almost died. A
corner of the case, and a small section of the media inside were
damaged by a round. He cursed, but it would have to work. This
abomination would not serve Gendo, nor would it truly serve the
Council. It would have a chance at life, even if it was to be a
tortured soul like his own. He painfully lifted the disc to the
terminals port, and slid it in, and fell over near the small crack in
the tube. A single drop of the fluid seeped out of the crack, and
headed for his outstreched hand. He saw it, and weakly smiled.

	"Protect her, my daughter...." He wheezed to the terminal, the
disc actually "protect her from herself...and the danger she
must...face...." and he lapsed into oblivion as the drop of LCL
touched him, and his body liquefied instantly, brining him peace at
last.

	The Terminal came back on, and scanned the disc in it's port.
It booted it up, and the viral program ran, inserting new sequences
and codes and instructions into the DNA coding for the tube. Changing
this, altering that, fulfilling the wishes of both the Council, and
Bengal. When it finished, per it's own built in device, it ejected
itself from the terminal, and vaporized itself, leaving no trace it
had ever existed.



Somewhere inside the mind of the tube......

	'Hello?'

	'Hello, who are you?'

	'Don't worry. Are you having fun?'

	'Yes!'

	'Can I play with you?'

	'Um...okay'

	'Thanks, I think it'll be fun for a long time to come'



	Gendo returned to the room some time later, only mildly upset
that the man was not there. Oh well, he thought, he was dead anyways.
He looked at tube, only a few more hours, and she would be complete.
She was a picture of perfection. Her mind, already intelligent beyond
almost the rest of the planet, filling with knowledge and information,
all with perfect clarity and recall. Her face lovely, exactly that of
his late wife. Long flowing hair, light blue. Only her eye color was
different, deep, blood red. He mused, saving his appraising look of
her body till she was out of the tube. He turned and left, for he now
had to draw up documents of her birth and name, even if they were all
faked. He had already decided on a name too.

	Burmese smiled. So this was what Bengal was willing to give up
his life for. Interesting. He knew some of his late associates past,
so the fact that he had died was a tad odd, and the Council would want
to know why. He looked over the papers on his desk once more. He
prepared a preliminary report, along with a few things Bengal had
requested be sent to the council, when Gendo walked into his office in
the Medical wing.

	"Greetings Commander, how can I help you today?" Burmese
asked, for his cover had always been a doctor for this rather odd
bunch.

	"Doctor, you have been with us since the beginning of this. I
have a young lady who is in need of a medical exam, to determine if
she is fit. Both mentally and physically. If she is, we will be
'acquiring' her for our purposes."

	"I understand, may I ask why me? There are other Doctors with
more practical experience in physicals."

	"You have been with us the longest, and know more about our
goals and pasts. You are the wiser choice since are still with us, and
have fewer objections. Here is the paperwork." Gendo said, dropping a
folder on his desk.

	"I see." Burmese said, flipping through the folder, "We have
her entire past in here."

	"Yes, she is either acquired, or she will not leave alive."

	"I understand, do we have a name on this young woman?"

	"Yes. Her name is Imanaya. Imanaya Natima."

	"Natima, nice name."

	"Yes, excuse me, I have work to attend to Doctor."

	Burmese nodded, and watched him leave, opening the folder back
up. He skimmed through the folder, all the documents forgeries, but
good ones. Birth Certificate, Immunizations, schooling records,
falsified medical reports. He smirked, Gendo did a good job on these.
He closed the file, and stood up. Might as well do this exam first,
then send his report. something told him it would be better to have
his report be late with her included, than on time without. He walked
into a prep room, removed his coat, and donned his medical garb. He
stepped into the exam room, and the scent of LCL filled his nose.
Crap, he thought, Gendo couldn't even be bothered to wash her up after
she came out of the tube, that ass. He sighed, and walked behind the
curtain separating him from the patient, first double checking to make
sure the doors were locked, and the surveillance gear at an acceptable
state of usefulness.

	He looked at the table, and even his jaw almost dropped at the
sight. Now this was something worth sticking your neck out for. Bengal
you sly dog, he thought, and gave a long appraising lok to the
unconscious young woman on the table. Starting at her feet. Perfectly
formed, with no abnormalities in the bone structure, with a perfect
arch, meaning she would look stellar in pumps, flats, or heels, and
feel no discomfort. The skin on the bottom of her soles already a bit
thicker. Her slender, and long legs similar. Muscle tone that could
stop just about anyone at several paces, and make other women jealous
at the same time, also with no abnormalities to the skin or bones.
Sensual creamy thighs, connected to nice, wide hips. Not wide enough
to be ugly, but not skinny, definitely a womans hips. Nestled between
the thighs, was her center, perfectly formed, so inviting looking, and
clean, not a single hair anywhere. Burmese scoffed, for he knew
exactly now what some of Gendo's designs were for this young lady.
Rolling her over, he looked over her near perfect backside. Well
formed cheeks, slightly resilient to touch, and the muscle firm, not
flabby. He checked her spine, exactly straight, a textbook perfect
example of what it should be, only tiny nubs betraying the vertebrae.
In any backless garb she would look stunning, thought Burmese. He
rolled her back over, laying her on her back, and checked her abdomen.
Once again, firm, no flab, nearly no body fat, with toned trimmed
muscles, even her belly button was neat and almost too perfect. He
went up some more, to find what would give her many problems and
compliments. 

Resting on her chest, at the age of 14 were a pair of breasts that
some nursing mothers would never had. Easily a handful each, round and
firm. Each one with a smallish light pink Areola, tipped with a small
nipple. They sat proudly on her, jutting out, not losing their form
even though she was on her back. He reached a hand under, feeling for
the back muscles, and sure enough, they were tighter than normal, so
apparently these wonder mounds would not cause discomfort. He gulped,
and so wanted to, but not wanted to. He slowly reached out, he was a
man after all, and ran a hand over one of the globes. It was warm and
firm, perfect for several activities his somewhat depraved mind began
thinking of. He pulled back quickly, as a soft moan came from the
young woman's mouth as he did so. After a moment, he relaxed, and
cursed Gendo, the man truly was a pig. He checked her arms and hands,
their tone muscles, which he surmised were stronger than they needed
to be, topped off by fingers just the right length and width. He
checked her neck, and looked at her face for a while. He hair, light
blue in color was matted and all over, covered in the LCL fluid from
the creation tube. Light eyebrows sat above each eye, with a delicate
nose. Lips that almost screamed to be kissed as they looked now, but
upon inspection, looked fairly normal when pressed together.

Opening her mouth, he checked her teeth, pearly white, no defect,
angles or anything, not even morning breath. He smirked again, if
Gendo had known he was working for the Council, he would never had let
him perform the physical. Closing her mouth, he checked, and drained
her ears, and her nose as well. He opened her eyes, and drew in his
breath a little. Blood red eyes looked back at him. He noted this, ina
way it added to her charm, but he would have to look into it later as
to why they were like that. The physical inspection done, he drew some
fluids, and sent to the lab, and began to wash her off. Once done, he
laid a white sheet over her, leaving her head exposed, and turned up
the temperature in the med room. He then proceeded to take all the
scan tests. X-rays, CAT scans, MRI cross sections. He began to see
just what Gendo had put into this woman. A part of him felt sorry for
her. Here she was, with a body to die for, and hopefully a mid to
match, destined to be Gendo's little doll for all her life. A small
voice told him maybe Bengal saw that too, and that's why he did what
he did. Burmese shook his head. He did his job for the council. I t
was not his place to look into the private items of Bengal's even if
he was gone. He finished the scan, sent the films to be developed, and
went and got a chair, gently coaxing the young woman awake. She
groaned a bit, as if a young person not wanting to get up on a
Saturday home from school, right down to the mumbling of wanting 5
more minutes. Gradually her eyelids fluttered open, and she began to
look around.

She found herself in a white, sterile smelling room. As she gradually
came to, she could feel her body on a table of some sorts, not to
comfortable, but not a hard cold slab. She could feel the sheet on top
of her as well. She looked over, and saw a man, at least her mind told
her it was a man, and she tried to smile a bit, opening her mouth, her
mind quickly forming words to fill the void, even if they sounded out
of place.

"Don't try and talk yet young lady." Said the man, she nodded back.

"I am a Doctor here, and was told to check you over. I have completed
the majority of it, but I have a few more things, alright?" He said,
and she nodded again.

The Doctor proceeded to check her eyes, her co-ordination, her grip,
her reflexes, all the things you can't really do well on a sleeping
person. All the time softly talking, filling her with words and in a
way, social niceties and grammar. Things not in her, even though she
had the vast majority of the words she would ever need already in her
head. She found herself nodding, and feeling odd. The words sounded
familiar, the way they were said familiar, yet it was like she was
hearing them all for the first time. When the doctor finished, he sat
back down and told her she could sit up. She nodded, and placing a
hand on the sheet, pulled herself up, noting that the doctor was
watching her d o this, both from a professional standpoint, see if she
could, and from the point of watching her and her body, seeing her
light blue, still water damp hair fall about her, and watching her
chest beneath the sheet as she rose. She noted the last bit, and felt
a odd mix of uneasiness, yet at the some time something else,
something....exciting and warm. She also noticed the personal looks
were very fast glances, as if he was trying hard not to it.

"Very good. Now than young lady, I have but one more question to ask
you, then I will leave you to get dressed. When your done, go through
that door on the far wall and we'll get you settled in. The question
is, tell me about yourself." The doctor said, and leaned back, this
was the killer test, to see what exactly Gendo had put into her mind.

"Well. My name is...is Natima. 14 years old I think is my age, Sign I
am is...is....I don't know. I think I've had schooling, with average
marks. I like green as a color. I prefer to wear my hair in a
ponytail, enjoy reading and exercising, and that's all I can remember
Sir." She said, her expression going from pained to relaxed, the first
words coming hard, but gradually becoming easier. She finished up with
an attempt at a smile, which the Doctor returned.

"Very good Natima. I'll leave now, and you can put a gown on, and then
join me in my office.

The doctor stood, and retrieved a gown, setting it on the bed. He
bowed, and turned to walk away. Before he even got to his door, he
could hear her hop off the tale, and drop the sheet. He smiled. Gendo
had done quite a bit, but perhaps not enough. She would need a bit of
refinement to pass in normal society, but then again, Burmese surmised
Gendo had never intended her to join the real world. He thought some
more as he closed the door, leaving Natima to dress herself, and then
join him. This would be a most interesting case file.



To Be Continued.........


There you go, the first chapter of my new fanfiction. I know some will
hate it, and those who are form the MUCKS I use this char may remember
her, and read with a bit of interest. As normal feel free to email me
with comments or criticisms. I don't write better without feedback.
Until next time

Izcer4
Izcer4@rocketmail.com

From: Izcer4@rocketmail.com (Izcer4)

Ok, hello, and yes, unfortunatly, I still live. Here is the second
installment of the Proto Child Chronicles. I do appologize for the
extreme span between the parts, life is funny that way. As usual,
criticism is accepted and appreciated, flames are sent to the depths
of Valhalla for all time.

Evangelion, Neon Genesis Evangelion and the characters therin
are copyrighted by GAinax and others with big powerful legal
departments. Original characters are copyrighted by me.

This fanfic may deal with matters of a mature nature. You have been
warned


Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Proto-Child Chronicles.
	Chapter 2- She lives, but what is she?
by Izcer4

	Natima waited till the man left, and proceeded to look around
the room. Her mind told her what some of the things were, a table, a
chair, a shelf. But she had a nagging feeling this was the first time
she had ever seen them. Carefully, she let herself down from the bed,
resting her feet on the floor, and feeling her weight sink into them.
She carefully tried moving, getting used to her center of gravity, and
all the sensations she was feeling. After nearly falling over twice,
she gradually started to get the hang of walking, and walked around
the room. Stopping by a large poster on the wall, she tried to focus
her eyes on the many small lines. Her head started to throb a bit, but
the lines slowly became words, her mind said, and she started going
through learning to recognize them. This is odd she thought. If I am
14 I should be able to do this, let alone be able to speak, why does
it feel like everything is a first time experience for me.

	She walked back to the bed she had been on, and slowly took
the sheet that was still wrapped around her off. She cautiously looked
at her hands, then tilted her head down, looking  at her own chest.
She felt a bit odd, and if there were a mirror, she would see she was
blushing. She ran her hands over her body, inspecting it, and reveling
in how it felt, both to her fingers and her mind. She reached back,
and ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it's length forward so
she could see it. She instantly fell in love with it's beautiful shade
of blue, and it's texture and fineness. She tossed it back over her
shoulder, and picked up the gown the man had left for her.

	After turning it over a few times to try and figure it out,
she put an arm in one hole, and slung it around her back, and put her
other arm in the other hole. She tried to close the front, but her
chest was too big. Several variations on the procedure later, she was
feeling a tad miffed. She thought for a second, and walked over to
where she had seen the man get the gown from, and opened the drawer.
There inside were more of these things, and she pulled one out,
smiling to herself. Putting one of them on from the front, to cover
her chest and front, and one from the back, and then pulling her hair
from underneath, she was now decent. Covered and ready to go meet the
doctor. She walked towards the door she was supposed to, pausing
momentarily to look at the large dark piece of glass next to the door,
and a small device mounted from the ceiling. She shrugged, and walked
out the door.

	The doctor smiled as he returned to his desk. He had been
watching her from behind the one way glass, as well as on the monitor.
Mainly from a intellectual point of view, but he had to try hard not
to stare while she was trying to get the gown on. He knew Gendo would
have been watching the camera feed as well, but could not guess what
he would be looking for. Burmese however, had now a better idea of
what this young lady was capable of. High IQ, excellent learning
curve, and apparently a stubborn will and desire to not be defeated.
It would be interesting to see how much of that was Gendo's doing, and
what was the doing of Bengal. He opened Natima's file on his desk, and
went over it again, just so could be sure to use the right lie about
her past, which he had a good idea she would ask. He was going over
some of the other forms, when Natima entered from the exam room, and
sat in the chair by his desk.

	"Ahh Natima, you've arrived. And faster than I expected too.
Always a plus when the patient outperforms what the doctor expected."

	"Thank you sir."

	"Please, please, just call me Doctor."

	"Ok Doctor." Natima said, with a slight look of apprehension
on her face.

	"Your expression says you have a concern, what is it?"

	"Not sure, I'm almost certain I am 14, but...."

	"But what?"

	"But, it seems everything is new, I mean new new, like it's
the first time I've ever done this, felt that, everything feels like
it's brand new."

	"Well there is a reason for that."

	"There is?" Natima asked, her interest piqued.

	"Yes. You seem for the last 9 months, you have been in a
comatose state due to a rather nasty injury you sustained. Somewhere
in that period, some of your memories may have suffered degradation,
and some speech and recognition difficulties are normal for such
things."

	"I was comatose?"

	"Yes. We don't know all the details."

	"Why not? Can't my parents tell you?"

	"That's part of the problem Natima."

	"What do you mean."

	"You don't have any parents."

	"That's a good one" She laughed, "Everyone has to have
parents."

	"From the birth standpoint yes, but you were an orphan
Natima."

	"A what?"

	"An orphan. We don't know who your parents are, or were. They
left you with an orphanage when you were just learning to walk. For
some reason you were never adopted, and spent most of your childhood
in the orphanage. Your educational prowess however caught our
attention very early, and we more or less kept an eye on you. After
the accident, the orphanage decided if you didn't come out, they would
authorize to discontinue life support. Rather than see one of your
potential leave this world, we transferred you here, and cared for
you."

	"That...that doesn't sound right..." Natima stammered, a welling
up of something in her chest, she could feel it, and she was trying to
keep it down.

	"I'm afraid it is, my dear. Trust me, we have tried to find
your parents, and the orphanage now will not take you back. We are
prepared though to give you a new chance at life here with us."

	"And...and who is 'us'?"

	"The name of the organization is NERV. For now, that all you
need to know. You are safe here, and at least for the next few days,
will be allowed to think things over and make a decision on what you
want to do. A nurse will be down shortly to show you to your rooms. I
hope you decide to stay with us."

	Natima just nodded, looking dumbfounded. More questions
popping into her mind than she could possibly hope to answer. More
welling up of something deep inside her, trying to push it's way out.
She never even noticed the nurse enter, or talk to the doctor for a
moment. She never even noticed the Nurse pulling her to her feet, and
leading her out, never saw the woman's' obvious contempt for her
figure, the tight grip on her wrist as she was led down long white
halls and escalators. When she finally refocused, she was in a room,
with the door behind her closed. She merely sank to the floor, pulling
her knees to her torso, and began to cry.

	Meanwhile, the doctor had called Gendo, and sent his report,
which he could surmise Gendo was quite pleased overall, but something
wasn't right, or so Burmese detected. Burmese retired for the day to
his apartment, and began to draw up his report for the council, now
able to look at the young woman's data he had snuck a copy of in the
privacy of his home. While the analyzer ran, he made himself dinner,
and performed his usual sweep of the place for bugs, or other presents
from Gendo's group. He returned to the computer, and looked over the
data, and smiled. Oh yes, the council would forgive the tardiness of
the report for this. This was indeed a find. He thought about it, and
pulled out the last belongings of Bengal which he had to send to the
council, and looked through them. Countless notebooks, with what
appeared to be cryptic writing, but was plain as English.  Notes upon
notes about his findings, his laments, his tortured soul.

	Burmese scoffed at some of the things in the notebooks. Bengal
certainly had a hang-up over his late daughter, and a small part of
Burmese understood, but he always hid that part well. In going through
the notepads, and using them to further enhance his own report, he
stumbled across a small diary, and read it, even though his conscience
told him not to. He paused at the last page, where he read that Bengal
could sense his impending doom, as well as a note which simply said
-Burmese, I know you will read this, so make sure you read it all- and
that was the last thing in the book. He was intrigued, had Bengal
known he was watching him, and if so, how would it affect his own
standing. He looked through all the rest of the books, and digging
into the very depths of the bag of stuff, found a small holo recorder,
and a notebook titled 'For My Fine Friend the Tiger'. Burmese paused,
and took the book to his room. The running joke among the council's
operatives was his nickname, of the toothless tiger. Therefore the
notebook was addressed to him. The holo recorder was locked, and he
had a good idea who could access it. He sent his preliminary report
off to the council, and retired for the evening, opening the notebook
addressed to him, reading with a piqued interest he hadn't had in
decades.

	"What excuse does Burmese give for the tardiness of his
report?"

	"Yes, this is worrying. If Gendo has discovered him, we are
all in trouble."

	"Gentlemen. Burmese has sent his preliminary report, and
apologizes for the delay. He sites significant discoveries will delay
the bulk of the report, as well as the simple fact he has to sort
through all of Bengal's notes."

	"Why must he do that?"

	"Because, Bengal is dead." The head of the council said.

	"Dead, that is not possible."

	"It is possible and it is true. Bengal is gone, and Burmese is
going through his notes and things to give us a better idea of what
happened. Please compose yourselves until it is deemed not needed to
do so."

	"What if Gendo has acquired some of the pads?"

	"Gendo is unable to read the language used by our agents, that
is intentional. The findings of Bengal are secure, and we will merely
wait for Burmese to report on what he has found."

	"I pray you have not made a mistake number one."

	And the points of light winked out.


	Gendo was mulling things over. He had done it. He now had his
own doll to play with, and the data to come from that was immense. He
had hated the Doctor for a few of his orders, ones not even he could
countermand. He would be content, if only through self discipline, to
wait the few days the Doctor had ordered so his new creation could
adjust to her being alive. He had watched the video feed with a great
deal of interest. Her intelligence was apparent, good. Her body was
perfect, and nothing more could be said there. Her limited display of
resourcefulness would suit one of her future needs quite well. The
only thing that didn't sit well was her eyes. They weren't supposed to
be red, but if that was the only error, he could live with it. He
smiled, and replayed the tape of her exam and interview, planning what
to do with his newfound toy.

	Natima sniffled, and wiped her tears off her face again. She
had been crying now for god only knew how long, and she could feel
some discomfort in her body from lack of movement. She slowly stood,
and looked around the main room. It was fairly good sized, with a
rather large bookshelf, lined with books of many sizes. A few nice
looking chairs, and a large, overstuffed couch sitting opposite a
cabinet which had electronics in it. Two doorways opened off this
room, and Natima went through one of them. She found herself in a room
with hard floors, and brightly lit, the kitchenette her mind told her.
A small table with 2 chairs, and an area for food prep. A different
opening led to a hallway, which led back to the larger room, and down
the other way. She followed it down, and opened the door at the end of
the hallway.

To her one side, sat a washroom, with a sink, lavatory, and a shower
tub combination. To her other side was the bedroom. She slowly walked
in and sat in the bed. It was large enough for 2 people easily, and
quite soft. Awfully big for just one person, she thought. Is this how
they treat all their people, she wondered.. Across from the end of the
bed was a low dresser, and a mirror attached. She saw herself for the
first time. She spent some time looking at herself, then noticed a
small welcome back note on top of the dresser. She opened the drawers,
and looked at the contents. She pulled out something that seemed odd,
holding it up. It was fabric, with what looked like a pair of curved
sewn wires in it. It was long, and tapered from the end points, which
had small clip eyes and hooks, to a set of large looking, smooth
fabric, semi-circular areas in the middle. Attached to the top of
these sections was an elastic piece that attached to the narrow end a
bit away from it. Natima just looked puzzled by it for a moment, and
set it back down. She wandered about the room,. A small table sat on
either side of the head end of the bed, and the closet was filled with
an array of clothing articles, some of which she could guess at, some
of which baffled her for the moment. She sighed, and though, since she
wasn't tired really, that maybe she could change, and explore a bit.

She sat back down at the edge of the bed, and removed both of the
gowns she had on. Once done, she happened to glance at the mirror, and
she gasped, now able to see exactly what her body looked like. She
felt a mixed feeling of love and puzzlement, along with a warm
feeling, coming from someplace, but where she couldn't tell. She
re-opened the drawers on the dressers, and withdrew luckily, a pair of
panties. After a small bit of guesswork as to where they went,
including trying to get her arms through them, thus ruining one pair,
she managed to slip into a pair, noting how they felt going on, and
noting their construction. She felt a bit better, now that something
she felt that should be covered was. She glanced at the piece of
clothing that had baffled her earlier, and frowned, picking a loose
fitting shirt, and a pair of sweat pants out of the drawer, and
sliding into them, once more pulling her hair free from the shirt once
it was on. She looked at herself in the mirror, and even smiled a bit,
and went back out to see what she could see. She went to the main
door, and tried to open it, but it was locked.

After messing with it a bit trying to get it to open, she gave up, and
turned around, slowly going to the bookshelf. She struggled a bit, but
managed to read some of the book titles that were at her disposal. She
picked out a few, from a easy looking book to something with some
challenge to it, and took them over near the couch. She turned on a
reading lamp, and let herself flop into one of the corners, making
herself comfortable. She wriggled into a good spot, pulling her legs
up a bit, and grabbed what was a reading primer. She pulled her light
blue hair over her shoulder, and opened the book, and began to read.
Not knowing, she had begun to teach herself, as she was designed to,
to learn and read, with an almost unquenchable thirst for knowledge.
She quickly read the primer, and re-read it. She picked up the next
book, a little more advanced than the last, and began to read it. Book
after book, she easily finished 10 books in 2 hours. She got another
stack, this time educational reference books, including ones on
anatomy, and a fairly large one on women in general, and curled up in
the couch again, a sort of contentment passing over her as she read
and learned. She read and read, eventually falling asleep, curled in
the corner of the couch.

	She woke, and turned. She was covered by a large fuzzy
blanket, and was no longer in the main room. She sat up in the bed,
and noted this, as well as her state of dress, mainly almost none, the
shirt and pants she had on sitting in the hamper near the bath. She
furrowed her brow, but slowly got up, headed for the bath. After a
long warm shower, which felt heavenly as far as she was concerned, she
felt something churn and growl, and placed her hand on her stomach.
She did feel hungry, and went to the drawers to find something to
wear. She slid into a clean pair of panties, as she know knew what
they were, and pulled out on of the things that had perplexed her
yesterday. Recalling what she had read, she looped it around her back,
and fastened the clasps, then rotated it around, snugging it up under
her bust line, she lifted the rounded fabric sections, and bent
forward slightly, letting her chest fill them out, then slid her arms
under the straps, and slid them onto her shoulders. Se looked at
herself in the mirror, smiling at her success the first time, her
chest was supported by this thing, a bra if she remembered it's name
correctly, and it almost felt like she was supposed to wear one. She
finished dressing, and after putting her hair into something called a
ponytail, headed out of the room into the kitchenette.

	She entered the kitchenette, noting how brightly lit it was.
She looked around, and saw the time on the clock on the stove, and a
few books next to it. She opened one, and turned to the tab marked
breakfast. She leaned onto the counter, turning pages in the book,
settling on one of the items in the book, and she began. She looked
carefully throughout the entire kitchen, finding each thing the book
called for. She looked at what she had laid out, some bread, eggs,
sugar, vanilla, milk and a bowl and a large flat thing called a
griddle. She had even found an apron in a drawer and had put it on,
mainly so she wouldn't get her clothes dirty. She went about following
the directions in the book exactly, noting how the smell of the food
was making her hungrier. She also failed to notice the doctor enter
the quarters, and lean against the door to the kitchenette, watching
her cook. He smiled as he watched her, noting how quickly she was
picking things up.

	"That certainly smells good there." He said as she leaned up
and finally saw him, almost jumping out of her skin in the process.

	"Ah...oh thanks, how did you get in? I tried the door and it
wouldn't open for me."

	"I'll look into that, must have accidentally set it for
external lock only."

	"Ok. By the way, what's going on around here?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Well I woke up in a different room than I went to sleep in,
and in a different state of dress for one."

	"Hmm, I'll check. I know there is a nurse assigned to check on
you every 12 hours, maybe she moved you."

	"And  I still want to know why everything feels so new, yet so
familiar...why it's like I'm learning all over again, and why I have
such a large amount of reference books in this set of rooms." Nat
said, then eeped, rushing to try and not burn the food.

	"Well lets see. I'm not sure on most of those, and as far as
the rooms, you'll have to take it up with the boss. I'm just a medical
doctor, not the quartermaster."

	"The quarter who?"

	"Sorry, military term for supply person."

	"Military? Please don't tell me I'm in a military base."

	"Why?"

	"Well....I dunno, it just felt like I should say it. Odd" 

	Nat finished cooking, and sat at the table, motioning the
doctor to join her, something called manners in one of those books she
had read. She took a mouth full of food, and almost cried it felt so
good. She chewed and swallowed, and decorum be dammed, devoured the
rest, getting only a single smirk from the doctor.

	"What?"

	"Nothing, just I can understand your appetite.  After all you
have been on an IV for some time."

	"I guess so. What brings you down here anyway?"

	"Well, since your up and around, and apparently a bit more
acclimated to life again, I was going to give you the tour of the
place you are in." The doctor said, sliding a ID card across the
table.

	"A tour? Why?"

	"Well you do need to decide what you are going to do, and it
can't be much fun having been cooped up in here for 3 days, so I
thought I would let you out and about a bit."

	"3 Days?"

	"Yes...time flies when your having fun."

	"Whatever. Just let me get some shoes on, alright?"

	"Fine, take your time, there's no rush."

	Nat nodded and cleaned the table, and went back to the
bedroom. She found some shoes, and managed to get them on, thankful
they were velcro closures. She returned to the doctor and they left.
She was guided around the complex, a Geofront as she found out later,
by the doctor. Many rooms and areas pointed out, many people met. Nat
nodded and smiled, soaking it all up, finding the names and faces of
each person she met easily remembered. She noticed the monitoring
cameras and everything as she walked. She occasionally turned her
head, feeling something, something she couldn't name or place, calling
out to her. She would look, furrow her brow and continue on her way.
The doctor noted this as well, knowing what was in the direction his
young charge was looking. After a few hours they returned to her room,
and parted ways, Natima settling in for a nap on her couch, and the
doctor back to his office, where Gendo was waiting patiently.

	"How is she adjusting Doctor.?"

	"She is doing fine Sir." Is all he replied.

	"I expect your report soon on her progress. She is very
important to the project, and we will need her soon." Gendo said and
left.

	More like you need her, you lech, thought the doctor. He
settled down, and completed his report to Gendo, and sat thinking. Six
times her attention was drawn away. Once or twice would have been
normal, but 6 was intriguing.  Each time her gaze was drawn to
something she should have had no knowledge of. Twice was the bays
where they were building rather large things no one could accurately
describe. The other times her gaze was pointed right at Central Dogma.
That she was drawn to it, or at least her gaze, was a bit of a shock.
She supposedly had no knowledge of herself, or her past. It made him
all the more curious as to what Bengal had done to this fine young
lady. He sighed, and packed up his things, it was time to head home,
and present his report to the council. This would prove most
interesting to them.


	"This is absurd!"

	"It is beyond all reason to accept this report as true"

	"I agree, Burmese has overstepped his bounds, and it now is
apparent that Bengal did as well, and you knew and let them. Explain
yourself."

	"Gentlemen. I need not explain nor justify my decisions to
you. You are all aware of my position, and we each share the same
curse in life. Burmese has presented his report, and his
recommendations."

	"They are absurd. Yes, we know now that Ikari was out to
deceive us, and exactly how he was to do so. What we don't know is
exactly what happened to Bengal, or what he did to the test subject
Ikari was making."

	"Bengal is dead."

	"That is impossible."

	"No, the side report indicates the first batch of LCL, which
is used in the Dogma terminal was found outside the tube, having
leaked from a fracture caused by a bullet."

	"Which means nothing, Ikari shot Bengal there, nothing more."

	"LCL is not water you insolent whelp. Even we cannot command
it, and it would allow one of us to pass on."

	"Then what of the test subject?"

	"As yet, Ikari has no inkling of the alterations made to his
sequence. We will have to wait and see what he does when he does find
out. Till then, Burmese has been instructed to maintain his watch, and
report. He is also sending Bengal's personal to us, so we may look
them over."

	"Burn them, that is the only thing left to do."

	"I will be the judge of that. He risked his life to do
something, and I want to know what it was."

	"Number 1, I believe you are losing touch with our aims."

	"And you are near to losing more than that. Hold your tongue,
lest I remove it. Dismissed."

The points winked out, save Number 1, who opened a vid link to
someone.

	"Yes, that's correct, continue. Interesting. Step it to level
4 and report back."

And the screen and the point winked out into nothingness.


	Burmese laid down the journal he was reading. It offered much
insight into his departed friend, and just what he had discovered, and
what he had hoped to accomplish with the package he had managed
apparently to smuggle into the Dogma sequencer terminal. It would be
only a matter of time before it manifested itself, and he had to know.
He would test it himself, for if it was real, the one who found it
first would reign, the others would not. He sighed, his mind slowly
wandering. An innocent person, caught up in all this. He prayed she
never found out her real origins, or her real power. He turned off his
light, and laid down for a restless night of sleep, pondering his
course of action, and what to do with the results.

	Elsewhere, Gendo was still awake. He had waited the needed
days, and once the doctor finished his final checkup, his doll would
be his. Oh the plans he had, both professional and otherwise. It would
be a trophy to his vision, to his beliefs, to his plan. The simulator
was almost done, and enough of the fluid had been produced to enable
an almost routine testing schedule. Doctor Akagi, the mother, was
nearing completion of her work, and thus her usefulness, and the plans
for her removal had been set in motion. He had already devised how to
twist her daughter to his own whim, and make her as blind to the truth
as her mother.  The two of them were mirror copies of each other,
which of course made it easier to manipulate them. He had received his
tentative command staff listing, including a brilliant young Computer
tech, and the daughter of one of the original Antarctic Expedition
force. Yes, things were coming together nicely, and soon he would
control it all.


	Natima awoke the next morning early, and went through the
normal motions. Cleaning, dressing, eating, and settling into her
large couch with a big book to read. She just couldn't get enough, she
wanted to know more. About noon, she got a request to come to the
medical wing, and she carefully set down her book, leaving a place
marker in it, and picked up her pass, still a temporary one, but it
worked, and left her rooms, heading straight for the med wing. Along
the way, she felt those strange sensations coming from somewhere,
glancing around occasionally, as she walked, and also tried to ignore
the odd stares she was getting from the other people, mainly men, as
she walked down the halls. She finally reached the Medical wing, and
signed in, going to the Doctor's waiting room until she was called
for. The doctor came and got her and they went into his office, where
he had already bypassed the monitors with old footage doctored so he
could be safe with the patient. He went over her last tests, and asked
her a few new questions.

	Natima failed to really see the point of this. She answered as
best she could, feeling a bit edgy for some reason. The doctor had a
few glasses on his desk, only one he was drinking from though. The
others had a yellowish looking liquid in them, and were oddly enough
placed closer to where Natima was sitting than where the Doctor was.
The doctor asked her to look at something, and she leaned forward to
take it as he handed it to her. She never expected him to hand it to
her, and spill one of the glasses on her bare arm, since she was
wearing a tee. She never expected this however. The fluid was warm on
her arm, and that was about all she could remember. Her sight started
going dark, she couldn't feel her body. Had the doctor poisoned her?
What was happening, she couldn't feel anything, her mind was shutting
down, she couldn't breathe, think, move, speak, or do anything. She
tried to scream loudly as what she knew as life ended abruptly.

	The doctor prayed for forgiveness as he spilled the fluid on
Natima's arm. It was LCL he had 'borrowed' from the lab. He watched as
her body went completely limp, her eyes glazing over, her breathes
growing long slow and measured as she almost toppled out of her chair.
He got up, and picked her up, finally noting how truly light she was,
and placed her on a couch, pulling out a tub of the fluid, resting her
one hand and wrist in it. She sat there, looking like a doll, quite
literally, eyes hardly ever blinking, face lax and expressionless. The
Doctor shuddered to think what was going on mentally. After a few
moments, he got the courage to speak.

	"Are you there Natima?" He asked easily.

"The self known as Natima resides in this body, but is not at the
surface." Came a very dull, lifeless, monotone voice, devoid of
anything resembling life.

	"Then who are you?"

	"I have no name, I am the inner self that seeks to protect the
outer self."

	"Do you know what you are?"

	"This body is a genetic construct."

	"You know that?"

	"Yes."

	"Do you know why it was made?"

	"Only some of why it was made."

	"Tell me what you know."

	"This body was created for personal pleasure, and for the use
against it's brethren. It contains a mix of Human DNA from no less
than 500 source subjects, and DNA from a non human source."

	"Do you know what the name is of the subjects, or of the body
you are?"

	"The most prevalent source for the Human DNA is Yui Ikari. The
source of the other DNA is meaningless. The non-human DNA is referred
to by SEELE council as ANGEL."

	"What do you know of SEELE?"

	"It is a group of individuals with near god like power over
the fate of the human race. Current projects include the hastening of
the recreation of the world."

	"What can I call you?"

	"You can call me whatever you want, a label for this existence
is unimportant."

	"Yet you would respond to Natima?"

	"This body will respond to that name for the purpose of
concealing the truth. The self known as Natima cannot control this
self, and cannot be allowed to do so."

	"And why is that?"

	"This self..." The monotone voice paused.

	"Yes?" The doctor pressed, this was disturbing, and yet
exciting.

	"This self exists to protect the Natima self from all harm."

	"So you can feel things?"

	"Physical sensation yes. Emotions are useless and have no
meaning."

	"How do you protect the other self?"

	"The other self will never have any memory of LCL submersion.
All tasks and orders given while in that state will carried out by
this self, so the other self may remain pure."

	"But would that not make the other self impure, and more
likely to be used in harmful ways?"

	"It is outside my current ability to resolve that question."

	"Do you know what this place is?"

	"This place is the underground Geofront designated by the
council to house NERV, and the items of Project Evangelion."

	"Then you know what is here?"

	"Yes. 2 of this self's brethren are contained here, as is
Lilith."

	"Yet you keep this from the other self?"

	"It is for her protection."

	"And if I said she hears the voices as well?"

	"I protect as much as I can. Some minimal bleed over is
possible when this self is not in primary command."

	"What is the amount of LCL needed to bring you out?"

	"This was first emergence, so the level is now settable by the
overseer."

	"And who is the overseer?"

	"It is the one who first brings this self out."

	"Oh. Can I define the level for you?"

	"You may."

	"If I do, can I change it later?"

	"Yes. Only you can alter the level needed."

	"Very well," The doctor thought for a moment, "Then the level
needed will be a tactile extremity submerged more than 2 percent. By
contact only. Damp clothing, will not count, nor will soaked hair. Is
this acceptable?"

	"It is set."

	"Do you know why the restrictions?"

	"Restrictions most likely in place so after any given test,
other self may remain even if residual LCL is present in garments or
in hair, while not triggering a change to protect the safety of the
body and both selves as a whole."

	"Very good. You are a testament to your creation."

	"Gratification is not needed." Came the reply, but a smile,
very slight smile tugged at her lips for a brief moment.

	"Can you tell me what Natima had for breakfast?"

	"Yes, although why do you need such frivolous information?"

	"Well you said she won't remember, so I need something to
explain why she will have a," The doctor paused to look at the clock,
and was shocked at the time, this had taken longer than he expected,
"a gap in her memory for about 90 minutes."

	"I see. She had dry cereal with milk, and a glass of Citrus
fruit juice."

	"Very well. I look forward to talking to you again sometime."
The doctor said, removing her hand from the tub, hiding it, making
several mental notes.

	Natima lay there, her eyes slowly re-focusing, her breathing
returning to normal as she came around. Her mind was confused, it was
opening back up, as if it was hiding behind a thick black curtain. Her
head was throbbing a bit, but her body seemed there, none the worse
for wear, except she was laying down now. She darted to a sitting
position, and felt the uneasiness as the blood didn't keep up as
quickly. She looked around, and just stared at the doctor, who was
seated at his desk, writing something.

	"Well, welcome back to the land of the waking Natima."

	"Wha, what happened?"

	"Well it seems the juice you had this morning was bad, you
fainted in my office. You've been out for about 90 minutes or so, you
really should check the dates on that kind of stuff."

	"Bad juice?" She shook her head, it was like the last 90
minutes or so just didn't exist.

	"A little disorientation is normal. It will pass."

	"Hai, I guess. Are we done?" She still felt odd, but it wasn't
all that odd.

	"Yes, just be more cautious in the future, alright young
lady?"

	Natima nodded, and left, the odd feeling she had slowly
leaving as she got closer to her room. She entered, and saw she has
messages waiting, but for some reason didn't listen to them. She put
the big book back on it's shelf and went to her room. She flopped on
the bed, and curled up under the covers, slipping quickly to sleep,
very tired for some unexplained reason.


	"Commander?"

	"Yes, what is it?" Gendo asked, turning around to see the
elder Akagi in his office.

	"I wish to ask you what is this 'subject' you plan of putting
into the simulator. We have no pilots, and the cross feed is not ready
yet."

	"It is not your concern. I have a subject we can use for
testing the basic feedback system in place, unless you would rather
have to re-design the entire system once it's completed and only then
we find a problem."

	"Very well."

	"Is that all doctor?" Gendo asked.

	"Well..." Akagi paused.

	"Yes?"

	"I missed you.." She said, coming around the desk, wrapping
her arms around him "You seem so distant now, even though we have
no-one to hide from."

	"Sorry, I had many things to catch up on." Gendo said in mock
concern, lightly brushing the woman's arm with his hand, listening to
her mmmm happily behind him, such an easy creature to manipulate.

	"Well be sure to come down and see me, I get so lonely." She
said, gently kissing his cheek.

	"I will." He replied, chuckling inside at her fate, which he
knew, and she would know soon as well.

	She left, looking back at him coyly as she closed the door to
his office. He mock smiled back, and then turned around again. How
easy she was to bend. It was a simple game, one he grew tired of. Soon
though, it would be over, and a new game started, this time, with
Ritsuko Akagi being the piece on the board. He looked forward to
seeing his creation tomorrow, she would be a welcome respite to having
to deal with the others, a toy for his amusement. The doctor had
cleared her for duty, and he had sent a message to her quarters. His
mind piqued with the possibilities.


To be continued.....


Ok, there you go, enjoy, as I enjoy writing it.

-Izcer4