Creation began on 01-01-18

Creation ended on 01-02-18

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Evangelion Magisword!

A/N: My first story of the new year! I hope it gets interest!

It had been a week since the Twelfth Angel incident that reduced NERV to two Evas and two pilots. The boy everyone at NERV knew as Shinji Ikari, the only son of Commander Gendo Ikari was declared missing in action due to something they hadn't expected to happen when the Angel was blown into the next world: The Entry Plug was void of any body that would was supposed to be in it. But even if there was a chance that he was alive, the paramilitary agency had no means to contact him or ascertain his whereabouts. Everyone that had something to do with his time at NERV was taking his absence in their own way to cope…or at least try to cope.

Misato Katsuragi rarely spoke more than ten words in any conversation with anyone. She even once threatened to make Ritsuko Akagi's life miserable if there was any indication that Shinji was dead, since it was her and Commander Ikari that made the move to detonate the Angel in an attempt to salvage the Eva, caring nothing for the boy, as he was just expendable.

Rei Ayanami, whom most thought was just detached from any means of forming relationships, spent most of her time in her crappy apartment, trying to process the loss of Shinji. In a way, what had happened was likely fate's way of freeing the boy from the burden of piloting the Eva, something he was, more or less, drafted into doing by his father. If there was truly such a thing as an afterlife wherever Shinji was, Rei was hoping that he was at least at peace.

Asuka Langley Soryu, on the other hand, had saw firsthand how dangerous it was for anyone to pilot the Eva and not survive. At first, she just wanted to assume that NERV had found Shinji and was keeping quiet about it because they wanted to keep a measly trump card. Probably waiting until the next Angel to arrive and then they'll unveil a still-alive Shinji to save the day.

Ring-ring-ring! The phone in the hallway of the Katsuragi apartment rang and Asuka answered it before the caller was forced to leave a message.

"Hello?" She greeted, and then her eyes shot open to their widest. "What?!"

-x-

NERV had received a collect call from what was left of Tokyo from the Japan Heavy Chemicals Industries company, apparently under an unofficial request to contact one Misato Katsuragi, which was confusing to many.

"This is Major Katsuragi of NERV," Misato uttered over the phone.

"Shiro Tokita of Japan Heavy Chemicals Industries, Major Katsuragi," the man on the other end greeted, and both individuals were reminded of the Jet Alone incident.

"Someone from your company wished to speak with me?"

"Not one of us. One of yours."

"I'm sorry, one of ours?"

"He says he's one of yours when he, literally, fell through our building. A one Shinji Ikari."

Everyone in Central Dogma gasped.

"The Third Child was declared missing in action," went Gendo Ikari to Shiro over the phone. "What game are you playing by saying that he's over there with your people?"

"Because I asked Mr. Tokita to call Misato to let her know that I'm fine," they heard a voice that was just like Shinji's, "and that I'd be back in Tokyo-3 in two days."

"How do we know you're him, though?" Misato had to ask. "Tell us something that only Shinji would know about."

"Okay, I know that you keep a genetically-modified penguin for a pet," the voice on the other end explained, "that your apartment was a wreck when I showed up, you were late picking me up when the Third Angel attacked, and your refrigerator had nothing but snacks, ice and over forty gallons of beer."

Everyone looked at Misato, who was left standing dumbstruck by the undeniable truth that the boy over in Tokyo was indeed Shinji.

"Why two days?" She asked, not needing to be convinced any further.

"Malnourished and dehydrated," he answered. "And believe me, you can get that where I've been for the equivalent what felt like five years, looking for the means to get back here."

-x-

Disconnecting the call to Tokyo-3, a withered and exhausted Shinji Ikari, dressed in a two-piece, black outfit with blue sections of armor covering him like a medieval samurai or a knight, slumped back in the chair he was in and looked at his left hand, still weak from his fatigue and dehydrated state.

"Thank you, Mr. Tokita," he praised the gentleman from the decommissioned Jet Alone program.

"You're welcome," he responded. "I hope you can still explain how you ended up…like this."

"I promised you an explanation in exchange for your help. And this is the reason."

Shiro saw the weakened man reach over to a small, green knapsack with his named sewn into it tied to his waist's right side and opened it up to pull out something. It looked like a miniature version of what he and the rest of the personnel present the previous day saw him with when he just crashed into their boardroom, deteriorated and clinging to life: A type of sword-like object with a curved, blunt blade made entirely of what looked like a piece of the cosmos.

"My Interdimensional Magisword," he explained. "It was the key I needed to getting back to this world from the one I ended up in as a result of the Twelfth Angel. Three months to learn of…and four years to find."

"Magi… Magisword?"

"I guess you could say that's the designation for magical swords. Each one is unique and has a power or series of powers for any type of purpose. You just have to be open to the possibilities that exist therein."

Shinji then removed another one from his sack, this one with the end shaped like an hourglass.

"Time Control Magisword. When used in conjunction with Interdimensional Magisword, it enables one to go back in time to their appropriate age wherever they were when they disappeared. However, it was the first time I ever used either alongside one another, so the first time was the worst time. A heavy risk, but one I had to take."

Shinji then started coughing and Shiro got him the bottle of water on the desk in front of the phone; the journey back to this world had wiped out the boy and he was a ways before being restored to even a semblance of his previous state. Even if two days was enough to get him out of the touch-and-go state he was in, he was still looking at over a week before he could be considered fit to take on the world. One thing was for certain, and that was Shinji Ikari was relieved to have made it back to this universe in one piece. As he drank from the bottle and gulped the cool, soothing liquid, the deteriorated boy thought back to the people he owed his life to for helping him find his way back home (even though it didn't feel like it was much of a home for him with everything he had gone through).

Thank you…Warriors for Hire, he thought, drifting back into unconsciousness.

-x-

Welcome to Lyvsheria

Groaning as he tried to get up, Shinji Ikari, weak from hunger and dehydration, opened his eyes and saw that he was inside some sort of room. Judging from the look of things, the place was rather primitive, with the majority of the furniture being made out of wood. He was on a wooded bed, indicating that he was in someone's room. The door to the room opened up and he saw someone approach him; due to his vision being blurry, Shinji couldn't see who it was.

"You're finally awake," he heard a female voice say to him. "How do you feel?"

"I…I… Water, please," he pleaded, his throat dry.

His right hand was given something like a cup, and the woman that came in guided it to his mouth, helping him revitalize his esophagus.

"Thank you," he praised.

As his vision came into focus, he got a good look at the woman that helped him. She was tall, probably in her early-twenties, with purple hair and reddish eyes, dressed in a greenish leotard with a yellow cape, like some sort of superhero or something.

"Who are you?" She asked him.

"Shinji Ikari," he answered, introducing himself. "Who are you and where am I?"

"Vambre Warrior of Warriors for Hire," she introduced herself, "and you're in Warriors for Hire HQ in Rhyboflavin in the land of Lyvsheria."

"Rhyboflavin? Lyvsheria?"

It would be a while before Shinji had the strength to get up and explore his new surroundings. And it would be even longer before he realized that he wasn't anyplace known to anyone in Japan or elsewhere. No, he was in a place that seemed like a fantasy world, where one of the biggest commodities were a multitude of sword-like objects that could do different things…and that this woman that he met…was one of two people that literally lost their minds over them.

To be continued…

A/N: And here, for the new year, is my Evangelion crossover with Mighty Magiswords. I've been meaning to do this, but could never find the time to do so. I'm hoping this chapter will satisfy some readers until I get to work on the next chapter in the future. Peace out, yo.