A fan fic by Caleyndar.
Rating: PG-13 (adult content).

Notes: This story is a cross over of Sailor Moon and Neon
Genesis Evangelion. The Eva plot has been simplified much,
though the relationship between two of the characters from
it is exaggerated. This fan fic runs on two plots which 
will merge as the story continues. For the Eva fans, this 
story starts at the beginning of the fateful 24th epsiode.

Email: caleyndar@tac.com.au
URL: http://members.xoom.com/portalsms/
	
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. The story, 
however, is mine.


Closed Palms...

"It is said that one who hides his palms is without a soul, 
or is one who is content to live in solace from society, one 
who has come to peace with what they are and has discovered 
their own purpose."

Part One: Awakening...

Chapter One...

	The sky towards the west was on fire. The burning 
sun had only just sunk below the horizon of the liquid gold 
ocean, and its light still played apon the glittering sheets 
of spun silk that was the water. In the east, the full moon 
had began its slow journey through the still starless sky, 
throwing shadows everywhere in the double light of the dying 
sun and new born moon. A pathway to the sun from the moon 
was made across the softly breaking surface of the ocean. 
The sight was magical, yet also unsettling.
	Above the sea of fire a young women stood on a 
barren cliff, the wind blowing through her long dark green 
hair and stinging her pale bare skin. She looked up at the 
sky. The time was nearing. Power inside of her began to grow, 
and a faint glow appeared on her forehead, its source coming 
from the symbol of the planet Pluto on her brow. She raised 
her hands towards the Heavens, and centred her power within
her slender hands. A long ivory staff with a garnet orb set 
in one end appeared in a flash of light which would have 
blinded any mortal so foolish to look.
	The comet appeared as she knew it would, shooting 
across the sky in a brilliance with no equal. As it passed 
above her, the woman set her power free, and it lanced out 
towards the comet in a bright stream of power. The energy 
struck the white burning comet, producing enough white light 
energy to light up the whole endless ocean as bright as day. 
The comet dispersed, raining down into the atmosphere and 
burning up. All of it was turned to ashes, except the part 
the mystical woman was seeking. Narrowing the stream of power 
from her staff, she grasped the object from the cold space 
and protected it as she brought it through the atmosphere 
and set it before herself. 
	The symbol faded from her forehead and she let the 
power within her grow dormant. Her red brown eyes were 
locked on the object she had brought from space, which was 
older than this earth perhaps, and more powerful beyond one?s 
imagination. She knew why it had been imprisoned in the comet 
by beings not within this realm, and sent to travel the 
galaxy for all time. She knew. But when all was said and 
done, there was no other choice. This was the last hope.
	She walked towards the coffin like object which bore 
the symbol of Darkness. She stood there, looking down at it, 
wondering if it was worth it setting free this being who was 
meant to stay imprisoned for eternity. She knew however, 
that she did not have a choice. Lifting her right hand, she 
waved it over the three locks which held close the lid to 
the coffin. The power within her went into the locks and 
easily opened them. The lid opened slowly by itself until it 
revealed its contents. A black silk cloth lay over the figure, 
and she hesitantly reached to lift it from the face she 
needed to see. 
	Suddenly, the figure in the box glowed brightly as 
it awoke. Her hand shot back, frightened suddenly. The black 
silk cloth lifted by itself, and the figure sat up slowly as 
the light faded. 
	The woman saw now what she had set free. 
	Before her was a innocent young man, who looked a 
little older seventeen or eighteen. His face was more 
innocent that a child?s, and his lips were sweet and looked 
as if they had never been kissed. And the woman could see 
not one cruel feature or marking on this young man. His hair 
was black reflecting  the star and moon light. Slowly, his 
eyes opened. Bright, innocent eyes the colour of the blue 
oceans. His eyes locked on the woman?s, and widened in 
surprise. His lips parted a little, as if he wish to voice 
words. 
	The woman reached out to him with a child?s curiosity, 
and touched his innocent face. She wondered to herself how 
could something which looked so innocent be so powerful that 
it had to be locked away for eternity. It was hard to picture 
or imagine that this man could be capable of anything other 
than acts of kindness and love. Yet looks were often 
deceiving.
	The young man seemed faintly shocked that the girl 
had touched him, yet he smiled and reached up to touched her 
own face with his hand. A hand that possess the softest skin 
and perfect nails, and which had not seen one day of work. 
The woman smiled in return at his curious touch.
	"Thankyou," he whispered softly, speaking for the 
first time. "For setting me free."

 	Darkness. So little light. It seemed that all 
radiance came from the ethereal figure standing at the far
end of the long conference table. Filled with silver light, 
she seemed. A wise and regal queen. The Queen of the Silver 
Millennium. Her expression was stern, serious. 
	Opposite to the Queen was a man, filled with darkness 
as she was with light. But this man was not evil. He was 
merely the few of his kind that liked to be alone. That 
loved silence more than the company of other men. His darkly 
tinted glasses hid his hard cold eyes as he stared at the 
Queen.
	"What will this accomplish?" the man demanded. 
"Bringing this being into this day and age? Is it not enough 
that we must defend against the Angels?" Such a cool 
calculating voice.
	"Up until now, your human creations, your Evangelions, 
have been enough to protect your world. And with the help of 
the Sailor Senshi, you have won all battles you have fought. 
However, considering the near defeat we faced with the last 
confrontation, we must find other ways to defend this world," 
the Queen answered softly, yet in such a tone which meant 
she would not be talked into believing otherwise.
	"That is why we have found the Fifth Child," the man 
replied coolly, a small smile appearing on his hard face. 
"You do things your way. I will do them mine. If or until 
the Second Child recovers, the Fifth will take her place. 
With two Evangelions operational again, I am sure we will be 
able to defend ourselves."
	The Queen was silent for a moment, and then nodded. 
In a flash of silver light, she vanished from the dark 
conference room in the heart of Tokyo 3.
	
	A hospital room. The smell of death, of sickness. 
And so sterile. No windows to let the night breeze into the 
cold, harshly lit cell. The only sound was the constant 
electrical beeping from the monitoring devices next to the 
girl?s bed. Wild red hair spilled onto the white pillow. Her 
empty blue eyes stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, never 
seeing the dark stains. 
	The noise of chatter outside the closed door, and 
then someone telling the others to hush, to be quiet, to 
shut the Hell up. The door handle was turned, and five young 
girls dressed in casual cloths filed into the room. The girl 
apon the bed did not stir. Her eyes did not blink. Only the 
monitors continued beeping. Once more, it was the only sound.
	Finally, one of the girls, sporting an unusual hair 
style, knelt down next to the patient and peered into her 
face. "I hope Asuka will be okay," the girl said softly, her 
bright sky blue eyes saddened by the sight of her recently 
found friend lying in such a state.
	"There is little we can do but hope, Usagi," another 
girl with grey blue hair holding a book in her hands said. 
"There is nothing wrong with her physically. She has 
withdrawn herself from this world."
	"When one looses their sense of purpose, they believe 
they have no reason to live," a blond said in an usually 
sombre and serious voice. It seemed out of her happy and 
sweet nature. 
	Silence fell again. And then a polite knock on the 
open door. 
	"I?m sorry if I?m interrupting. Um, I?ll come back 
later if you like," the boy said quietly, standing awkwardly 
in the doorway. Strangely, he wore his school uniform. His 
school had been destroyed along with much of Tokyo 3 when 
the Sixteenth Angel had attacked.
	"Shinji!" Usagi said happily, jumping up and pulling 
the shy brown haired boy into the room. "So you came to visit 
Asuka too?"
	"Yeah. She?s the only friend I have left now... Now 
that everyone has left," the boy said, pain in his voice as 
he looked at the Second Child. 
	"What about Rei? I mean, the First Child," another 
girl asked, tossing her black raven hair over her shoulder 
casually. Her deep violet eyes locked onto Shinji?s dark 
blue, almost black ones.
	"She had always been hard to talk to. And now... Well, 
I don?t think I could after all that has happened," Shinji 
said uncomfortably. It was nothing usual. He always seemed 
that way around even those he knew and called his friends.
	"Well, we?re your friends!" Usagi grinned at him.
	The other girls agreed in union. The boy smiled 
meekly. Moments of silence passed, and then the girls excused 
themselves, leaving Shinji alone with Asuka. 
	"You were right, Asuka," the boy said in a quivering 
voice to the lifeless girl. "She was a doll. Asuka, what can 
I do! What can I do now?" The boy started to sob, but no 
tears came. He felt the pain. It was sharp. It cut through 
him. So alone. So helpless. But he did not cry. He no longer 
could.

	The young man stared down at the empty coffin. He 
knelt next to it, running his fingers along the fine silk, 
and cold metal locks. His deep blue eyes then looked up and 
held those of the woman. 
	"You are Sailor Pluto. The Soldier of Time and Space," 
the man stated in a soft voice. "Thus you must know I am the 
Prince of Darkness, Endymion. Though I thankyou, I must 
question, why did you set me free?" He stood now. His tall 
body towered over hers. Despite all his innocence, he was 
intimidating.
	"In the year 2001, something known as the Second 
Impact occurred. It melted the polar ice cape and wiped out 
over half the population of mankind. It was caused by a being 
known as an Angel. The year is now 2015. The Angels returned 
recently, and a few weeks ago, the two thirds of the only 
defence Earth had was destroyed or deemed unable to operate. 
The Sailor Senshi, which you know as the Guardians of the
Silver Millennium, has helped in the ways we can. However, 
with most of their defences down, we need more help than we 
currently have," Pluto explained briefly, one hand holding 
her ivory staff.
	The man cocked his head and looked curiously at her. 
"You wish me to defend a world from beings known as Angels?" 
he asked innocently. And for the first time, a frown appeared 
on his angelic face. "But why? I hold much power, but why 
should I fight a war which is not mine?"
	Pluto seemed to be at a loss for words. She had never 
thought he would refuse. Surely, if only as a repayment, as 
a thanks, he could save humanity?
	"Queen Selenity," he said now, having already 
forgotten Pluto?s request. "She is the ruler of the Silver 
Millennium. Please, take me to see her. Perhaps she can give 
me what I want. In return, I may do as you ask of me."
	The Soldier of Time and Space nodded, and with a 
wave of her staff, a rip in the fabric of time appeared, a 
portal to worlds and places unknown. 

	The seashore. So bright in the light of dawn. Its 
waters lapped at the boy?s feet. The boy stared into the sun. 
The pain it caused in his eyes was nothing compared to that 
emotion called sorrow. 
	"What shall I do? What can I do?" Shinji asked the 
water as if it would answer his woes. "My friends, they have 
all left. I have not the courage to speak to Rei. Not now 
that I know... That I know who and what she is. And though 
Usagi and her friends say they like me, how can I be sure? 
They are the Sailor Senshi. They are better than I am..." 
Shinji trailed off, both his hands opening and closing. 
Reaching for stability that just was not there. Trying to 
close around a life line. 
	An angel?s voice. A heavenly tune. Beethoven?s Ode 
to Joy. 
	"A song is good. A song brings joy," the voice said 
now, filled with a happiness almost forgotten to Shinji. 
When had he last felt joy? True happiness? Contentment?
	The boy turned now, to see on his left a broken 
statue of a fallen stone angel resting in the water. Upon it 
sat another boy, grey hair falling carelessly over his 
friendly red eyes. The light behind him gave the illusion 
that he shone with an unnatural brilliance. The boy smiled 
warmly at Shinji.
	"Does music make you happy, Shinji Ikari?" the boy 
asked, still smiling.
	Shinji started. "How did you know my name?" he asked, 
somewhat shocked.
	"Everyone knows the pilot of Unit One, Shinji Ikari. 
You should not be so ignorant of you own position. You hide 
from those things which can make you happy, yet at the same 
time, you can not live without them," the boy said in a warm 
voice despite the content of his words. 
	"Who are you?" Shinji asked now, over coming his 
initial shock and letting curiosity take hold.
	"I am Kaworu, Kaworu Nagisa. I am the Fifth Child," 
the boy replied, smiling warmly all the time. 
	Once again, Shinji was shocked. "You?re the Fifth 
Child? You, Mr Nagisa?" Shinji asked in an explosion, 
breaking out of his quiet and shy nature.
	Kaworu laughed. "Yes, but please, call me Kaworu, Mr 
Ikari!"
	Shinji blushed, smiling for the first time in many 
weeks.

	The moon. In the past, it had always been a mystery, 
a source of wonder, enchantment. It was the capital of the 
Silver Millennium, the alliance of the planets in the solar 
system. Only recently, with the attack of the Angels had 
Earth joined. 
	A flash of light and five girls appeared in the 
garden of the palace. Usagi at once sat down on a stone bench, 
taking a rose from a nearby bush. "Poor Shinji. I wish he 
could just be happy for once."
	"How can he be? He lost all his friends when they 
moved away. And his Father. Eh, I would rather not have one!" 
the blond said, sitting down next to Usagi.
	"That?s true," Usagi answered, reflecting apon what 
Minako had said. "Still..."
	The group?s conversation was interrupted by the 
appearance of two tall figures, whose physical shells 
belonged to the Soldier of Deep Seas and the Soldier of Wind 
and Sky. 
	"Michiru, Haruka, how have you been?" Usagi asked, 
smiling and standing up to meet her two friends and guardians.
	Haruka, who resembled more of a man in casual dress 
smiled back at the younger girl. "I have been very well, 
Odango." Another smile. "Perhaps later we can talk more? In 
private?"
	Usagi blushed, lowering her eyes, unsure how to reply.
	"Haruka..." Michiru said in a warning tone. "We came 
out here to find you, as both Queen Selenity and Setsuna has 
returned, with her new found companion."
	"So it begins," the raven haired girl said quietly. 
	Time passed. It always does. The seven Sailor Senshi 
stood on either side of the throne, now dressed in their 
proper attire. The girl who was Usagi, the lively child, was 
no more. In her place was a princess, her hair flawless, her 
dress smooth. She was now Princess Serenity, heir to the 
throne. 
	Moments before Sailor Pluto arrived with her guest, 
the eighth Soldier appeared, bearing her glaive in one hand. 
The Soldier of Death and Rebirth was younger than the other 
Senshi. Unlike the others, she rarely smiled, and was more 
quiet in nature than Ami, the one who loved learning, reading. 
Silently now, she took her place beside Michiru and Haruka. 
	Setsuna walked silently in through the grand entrance, 
and following her, only a few steps behind, was the Prince 
of Darkness. He was staring at the grand chandeliers handing 
over head, the red carpet upon which he walked. Even the 
patterns in the marble. His eyes darted from one ordinary 
object to another, as if they were alive, possessed a soul of 
its own. At usual things he was amazed. And for a being who 
had not seen the light of day for eons, it was no hard to 
understand. Who knew what his world had been like compared 
to the one he walked upon now?
	The Queen rose from her throne and cast her gaze at 
the man who stood before her now. His innocent face peered 
back up at her, almost expressionless except for the 
curiosity which resided there. 
	"Prince Endymion, I welcome you to the capital of 
the Silver Millennium," Queen Selenity said softly, the 
faintest smile on her lips.
	"I thankyou, Queen Selenity. But I will not help you 
fight this war against the Angels. Not unless you can grant 
my wish," he said bluntly, yet without arrogance. 
	"What is your wish then, Prince Endymion?" she asked, 
her steady gaze never faltering.
	"I wish for death. If I help you defeat your enemy, 
you must grant me the end of my life," he said softly. There 
was no bitterness, no quiver in his voice. Just a longing. 
For the Prince of Darkness was an eternal being. Immortal. 
And had hence lived too long, suffered too much, yet still 
lacking what one considered a human soul and heart.
	The Queen fell silent. She narrowed her gaze at the 
form of the young man before her, considering his request, 
his price for his help. And the Princess who stood beside her. 
Tears had formed in her eyes. She clutched her hands together, 
hurting because of what the man had just said. Was he so 
tired of life he wanted nothing more than death? Was it his 
curse, life?
	"I can not grant that wish, Prince Endymion. It is 
not in my power, even if I wanted it so," the Queen said now. 
There was regret in her voice. For both the man who wanted 
death, and for the fact that perhaps the people of Earth 
would now be erased from existence.
	"I see. I will leave then. In time, I?ve grown to 
dislike the presence of others," he said more to himself 
than those that stood within the vast chamber. He turned to 
go, his black calf boots making a slight thud on the red 
carpet over the marble. 
	"Wait!" Princess Serenity?s voice called softly, yet 
with a hint of urgency.
	The Prince of Darkness stopped, yet did not turn 
around. He listened to the voice. It was warm, caring. There 
was emotions held within it which he could not understand. 
Yet it enthralled him.
	"Please, stay. We were the ones who took you from 
your peace. Please, stay as our guest, even if you will not 
help the people of Earth," the Princess said. 
	Something in the depths of his being stirred. Like a 
long forgotten memory, a whisper in his ghost. And where 
would he go from here? He was not human. He knew nothing of 
this world, of this time. And he wanted so much to merely 
die. To find real peace. Not just sleep. Peace. And so he 
nodded, and then walked quietly out into the gardens. 

End Part One, Chapter One.