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Prologue: Devil in the Dark

2009

"That was such a great show!" Mayumi exclaimed as she skipped out of the Tokyo-2 Theater House. "Can we go to see a play every week?"

Her father chuckled indulgently. "I'm afraid not, May-chan," he said. "Your mother and I simply can't find the time."

"Besides, I don't think enough new productions come out for us to see a new one every week," her mother added. "We'd have to see the same ones over and over, and that would just get boring eventually."

"Oh…" Mayumi said, crestfallen.

Her mother smiled. "But we will have to see another one as soon as we can," she said. "It's been very nice, getting away from work and spending time with our little girl."

"Yatta!" the eight-year-old girl exclaimed, suddenly all smiles again.

Her father smiled, silently agreeing that they needed to do this again as soon as possible. Moments of family togetherness like this were far too rare, and it was important to seize the chances for them while he could.

However, he had more immediate matters to deal with at the moment.

"Now, where did we leave the car?" he wondered aloud.

"In the middle of that labyrinthine parking garage," Mayumi's mother answered, her tone playfully scolding. "I told you that we should have had Motomu drop us off and then come pick us up in the limo."

"I am perfectly capable of driving us around," Mayumi's father replied huffily. "And I'm sure we can find the car with no difficulty."

"Of course."

He huffed again and led his small family into the intimidating, underground parking garage. It was the only place where available parking spaces had remained by the time they'd arrived at the theater, mostly because he had gotten them lost on the drive over.

At first, they were unconcerned as they trekked through the parking garage, still talking and laughing about the play they'd just watched. However, as the minutes dragged on and they could find no sign of their car, their good mood slowly withered and died.

"I was positive the car was in this area here," Mr. Yamagishi said for the tenth time as they passed a certain section of garage.

"Daddy, I'm scared," Mayumi whispered, suddenly noticing just how dark and devoid of other people the area was.

"Perhaps we should leave and call Motomu," Mrs. Yamagishi suggested.

Her husband was about to make a reply when a figure suddenly turned a corner and entered the Yamagishi's view. Mr. Yamagishi smiled and called to him, feeling relieved to see another person.

"Hey, there! I don't suppose you've seen a black Lexus around here?"

The man did didn't respond as they drew closer, and Mrs. Yamagishi nervously placed a hand on her husband's back. "Anata," she whispered. "Perhaps…"

The man pulled out a pistol before she could finish. "Gimmie your money!" he roared.

Mr. Yamagishi cursed softly. "All right, all right," he said as evenly as he could, trying to calm the mugger. "You can have my wallet, just don't do anything hasty…"

"No talking! Just gimmie the money!" the mugger shouted.

Mr. Yamagishi nodded and reached into his pocket for his wallet.

"Whoa! Hold it!" the mugger roared, causing Mr. Yamagishi's hand to immediately freeze. "You tryin' to pull a gun on me?"

"What?! No, of course not!" Mr. Yamagishi exclaimed, suddenly suspecting that their assailant was high on some illegal drug or another.

"Then gimmie your money!"

With a sigh, Mr. Yamagishi reached his hand into his pocket for his wallet once more.

It proved to be a fatal mistake. The mugger appeared to panic and squeezed off two shots. Mr. Yamagishi let out a low grunt as the bullets crashed into his chest, and he collapsed to the ground, blood rapidly pooling beneath him.

Mrs. Yamagishi barely got a chance to scream before the mugger pumped a pair of rounds into her as well, and she fell lifelessly to the asphalt.

Leaving only little Mayumi standing before him, a look of sheer horror on her young face.

"Run, kid," the mugger whispered. "Run."

Mayumi didn't move, couldn't move. Fear had her firmly frozen in place.

"Now!" the mugger shouted, firing a shot at the ground by Mayumi's feet.

That broke the spell. The little girl released a piercing scream and then turned and ran, soon disappearing from the murderer's sight.

As soon as she was gone, the "mugger" squatted down by the two bodies, quickly confirming that they were dead and then taking their valuables. Not that he had any need for them, but it would look suspicious if their wallets and jewelry were still on the bodies when the police arrived to investigate.

Once this was done, he walked out of the parking garage, grumbling to himself about how the men who worked under him were so incompetent that he had to get his own hands dirty doing the more sensitive and important jobs, just to be sure they were accomplished properly.

A few minutes later, he was out of the parking deck and walking through the dark streets of Tokyo-2. He had gotten away with it.

The man reached into the pocket of the tattered coat he'd donned to look like a common mugger and pulled out a cell phone. He quickly dialed a number and then held the phone to his ear. Someone answered immediately after the first ring.

"Yes?"

"This is Chiron," the head of GEHIRN's Section Two division replied. "Inform the Commander that the targets have been eliminated."


2015

"I really don't find this change of residence to be advisable, Mayumi-san," said Motomu Chogei as he expertly drove a black Mercedes down the freeway. "Tokyo-3 has become a rather dangerous neighborhood of late."

In the back seat, Mayumi resisted the urge to release a long suffering sigh as she watched the landscape roll by outside. Her butler, chauffer, and guardian had been against this move from the moment she'd announced her plans to do it, and he'd never let her forget it.

"You've already made your opinion known, Motomu," Mayumi said. "But I'm committed to doing this. After all, with the number of heavy mechanical components they buy from us, NERV has become Yamagishi Enterprises' best customer. It makes good business sense for me to relocate to the same city that hosts NERV Central."

This, of course, was utter rubbish. Mayumi rarely if ever had anything to do with running Yamagishi Enterprises. In fact, even when her parents had been alive, their American business partner had been the one who actually oversaw the great corporation. The Yamagishi's had always spent their time in the laboratory, not the boardroom.

No, Mayumi's motivations for moving to Tokyo-3 had nothing to do with Yamagishi Enterprises.

It had to do with the Angels.

The Yamagishi's had been studying the Angels before their untimely demise, though Mayumi didn't know anything more than that. After their deaths, the government had immediately classified everything related to exactly what her parents had been doing, and even with all the resources she had at her disposal, Mayumi had never been able to discover so much as what the name of their project had been.

She had no proof that what her parents were working on had anything to do with their deaths—that the mugger wasn't a mugger at all but an assassin—but she had always suspected as much. Now, at last, the chance to investigate had arisen, and she intended to pounce on it.

Motomu knew all of this, of course, so he just sighed. "Yes, Mayumi-san."

"Really," Mayumi said, "I should have moved here sooner. I would have, but finding suitable accommodations has been so difficult."

"Indeed," Motomu agreed, once again knowing exactly what Mayumi was talking about.

"Speaking of which, what is the story behind my new home again, Motomu?" Mayumi asked.

She knew, of course; her memory was nearly perfect, but she wanted to make conversation rather than sit in silence. Once again, Motomu knew this, and he indulged her.

"The residence was constructed during the Bakamatsu," he answered. "Most of the exact details of its history are, regretfully, lost to antiquity. However, it is widely believed that the hidden basement was used by one faction or another in the conflict to hide soldiers. The building was destroyed by an earthquake that struck only two days after the Second Impact, but it was reconstructed two years ago by a successful businessman who—wisely—left the city after the First Battle of Tokyo-3."

Mayumi ignored the little barb. "And the place has been properly…prepared?" she asked.

"Mayumi-san, as I told you, I saw to it personally," Motomu said, sounding a trifle offended.

"Of course, Motomu," Mayumi agreed.

Motomu turned the car off the highway at that point, soon bring them within the Tokyo-3 city limits. The new Yamagishi Manor was located on the very edge of the modern fortress city, and they arrived there in only a few minutes.

"Oh my," Mayumi said as she got out of the car looked at it.

She had yet to lay eyes on it in person, and she had to admit it was very impressive. The three story manor house had been constructed in the style of the Edo period, and the architect who had designed it had obviously taken great pains to make it as genuine as possible. Outside the building, there was a koi pond, a rock garden, and an expansive lawn with an ornate stone lantern decorating it.

"Truly something, isn't it?" Motomu asked as he popped the trunk and removed Mayumi's suitcases.

"Indeed," Mayumi agreed.

While Motomu went to the task of getting Mayumi's things inside, the girl entered her new home and began to walk around, inspecting it. Though she trusted her family's faithful servant and friend, she never would have been happy until she'd gone over the place itself.

The interior of Yamagishi Manor was nothing like the outside; it was done completely in Western style, which suited Mayumi just fine. She briefly toured around her own house, visiting the gym, the library, and the pool before venturing up to her personal study.

Motomu, finished with stowing Mayumi's bags in her new bedroom, arrived just as she was skimming through the bookshelves. He sighed. "Really, Mayumi-san, already? You'll miss dinner, and it's barely even dark yet."

"I have to see the most important part of my new home, Motomu," Mayumi replied. "Besides, it's already dark enough, and I want to get a feel for this new city."

"Very well," Motomu agreed, the very picture of a man who'd fought a certain fight and lost far too many times in the past to take up arms once again.

Mayumi looked through the books for a second longer before finding the one she sought: The Fascism of Love and Fantasy. Smiling slightly in triumph, she pulled the book off the shelf, exposing the switch concealed behind it. She pressed it, and a hidden doorway in one of the walls opened, revealing a staircase that led downwards.

She nodded politely at Motomu before beginning to descend the stairs. Moments later, the hidden door closed after her, leaving the butler alone to shake his head silently in weary exasperation.


Author's Notes: Those of you who know anything about comics probably know who I've chosen for Mayumi. You're also probably wondering why I picked Mayumi of all the Eva girls for this (or maybe not. Maybe this makes more obvious sense than I think it does). I'll explain when the first full chapter of this is posted.

For those of you who have no idea who Mayumi is, well, odds are pretty good that you don't ever read comics, so thanks for reading these things despite that.

Anyway, thanks as always to all my readers and reviewers.

Edit: Also, I'd like to thank Marco A Salazar as well, who volunteered to be my beta reader and started with this fic.


Omake

Chiron is Not Genre Savvy

Leaving only little Mayumi standing before him, a look of sheer horror on her young face.

"Run, kid," the mugger whispered. "Run."

Mayumi didn't move, couldn't move. Fear had her firmly frozen in place.

"Now!" the mugger shouted, firing a shot at the ground by Mayumi's feet.

That broke the spell. The little girl released a piercing scream and then turned and ran, soon disappearing from the murderer's sight.

The man reached into the pocket of the tattered coat he'd donned to look like a common mugger and pulled out a cell phone. He quickly dialed a number and then held the phone to his ear. Someone answered immediately after the first ring.

"Yes?"

"This is Chiron," the head of GEHIRN's Section Two division replied. "Inform the Commander that the targets have been eliminated."

"Did you kill the little girl, too?" the guy on the other end asked.

Chiron frowned. "Why would I kill the girl?" he asked. "I may be a ruthless bastard with a heart of stone, but even I wouldn't kill a little kid for no reason."

"No reason? No reason?!" the other guy sputtered. "Haven't you ever watched a movie or read a book like this? That kid will probably swear undying vengeance upon you, and then mess you up real bad in a few years! If you don't go back and kill that kid, you will pay for showing a shred of mercy!"

Chiron slowly stopped walking, then hesitated. "I'll call you back," he finally said, quickly hanging up.

The man pulled out his gun and then sprinted back to where he'd shot the Yamagishi's. However, he was already too late; Mayumi was nowhere to be found.

"Crap," he muttered.