Dragon of NERV
Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in this story except the plot.
A boy no older than four sat on the curb of the street, crying softly.
"What's wrong, young one?"
The boy looked up to see a man in a brown trench coat. He took a seat next to the boy.
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
The man nodded in a manner of understanding.
"You're very wise for one so young. But if I told you my name, I wouldn't be a stranger, correct?"
The man held out his hand.
"Well then, you may call me Kanzaki."
The boy reached out and took his hand to shake.
"I'm Shinji, Shinji Ikari."
"Pleased to meet you, Shinji. Now, what has got you so down?"
Shinji wiped some tears away.
"My mom died just a while ago and father is having me stay with a teacher. He said he didn't need me."
Shinji began to cry again. Kanzaki reached into his pocket and handed him a handkerchief.
"I know how you feel. I just lost my little sister to Second Impact. We were very close. It seems all the trouble in the world was caused by Second Impact."
"Don't you wish that Second Impact never happened?"
"If only there was a way to make it not happen."
"You and I both know that's impossible."
Kanzaki gave an all-knowing glance at the boy.
"But what if there was a way, would you take it?"
"If there was a way to make Second Impact 'un-happen', would you take it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well Shinji, what if I told you there is a way? And I know how to do it, but I need help. Would you be willing to help me, Shinji? You could have your mom back, I could have my sister and those that died would be brought back and none of this would ever come to pass."
"Well, if there is a way to then yeah, I'd help you."
"Excellent! Though right now, you're still a little young to help, but that's okay. You've got a while before you need to do anything."
Shinji looked at the man in confusion.
"Um, Kanzaki-san, thanks for the offer but how exactly am I gonna help?"
Kanzaki let out a chuckle, reached into his coat and pulled out an objet and held it in front of Shinji.
Shinji looked at the item in question. It was a black rectangular box that was no bigger than a deck of playing cards. The most interesting feature was in the center, a golden crest in the shape of dragon's head.
"What is it?"
"This, Shinji, is your new Advent Deck."
A/N: here's a new fic, is it a go or a no?