this is my first story to its not going to be great. however, i have been doing my best on this and i will see that ic comes out good.
DISCLAIMER: evangelion isn't mine, some characters are.
Shinji sat on a park bench drenched in the rain, a tallboy of malt liquor in his hands. He cracked it open and foam spilled over his hands and the brownbag it was in. he took it and drank half before putting it in between his legs.
He remembered the first time he had done this, he hadn't even been able to finish the entire can, he just passed out after about three quarters of the way and woke up on the grass the next morning. But every day it was harder and harder for him to get drunk.
He just wanted to unwind, but now he had to drink four or five of these things? Its not like its expensive, but it takes forever and he constantly has to piss. Not to mention that a Japanese boy going into the refugee sector to buy alcohol was a sight that turned heads
He became sick of sitting in the rain and went out under a stoop to dry off. He wasn't really depressed, as many had labeled him. He was just a shy and lonely boy that wanted people to like him but was too scared to let them get close enough.
He just wanted to have some friends.
Touji and kensuke were great but he had some doubts about them. All they wanted were pictures of Misato and info on nerv, respectively.
As for Misato His relationship with her, if you could even call it that, had deteriorated beyond what could normally be called a normal 'child-guardian' life. After the angels started attacking with more vigor it all became too much.
More booze, more bullshit from asuka and Misato, more anger at himself from himself, more anger from his father, more responsibility, more pressure, more, more, more. He just wanted to shut the voice off in his head, to dull that annoying sense of right and wrong that plagued him since he was born. The voice that grated against his psyche, telling him to sacrifice or die…
He just wanted to relax.
He was jolted right out of his buzz by a loud ring. Flipping his phone open he looked at the text message from Misato
"NERV; ROOM 309A, 10:30. MEET ME THERE, WE HAVE A BRIEFING"
"…Figures." He said before he tossed the empty can into the grass. He stood and made his way to the train station.
"Doesn't she know that she doesn't have to write everything in caps to get her message across?" he asked himself as the graffiti ridden train station came into view.
SECTION DIVIDER
he saw his world whiz by on the deserted L-train. The dark greenery of the world around Tokyo-3 was distorted. The combination of the rain and the sheer speed of the train made it difficult to appreciate the beauty of the outskirts. Far different from the grime of the slums he had just exited.
Still, you look out the dirty windows and you can make things out. The hundreds of green blurs passing by were pine trees from the Tokyo-3 nation forest. The occasional white blur was a delivery van; he saw a distinct dark blue blur pass by in an instant before realizing it was Misato's car.
Usually she drives faster than the train but in this weather she must have slowed quite a bit for safety. His SDAT players batteries went dead just as she swell on Beethoven's ninth came.
"…Figures" he sat in silence for the rest of the trip.
SECTION DIVIDERS
the cold steel corridors of nerv were something familiar to shinji, almost recognizable as something of a home to him. The white fluorescent lights were warming to him as the sun would be to most. He crossed the hallway that contained the A300 rooms, the closer he got to 309, and the louder Asuka's yelling could be heard.
The yelling became unbearable as he opened the door
"this is all a bunch of goddamn bullshit! We don't need this! We've had no problems with handling the angels in the past!" asuka hollered, slamming her fists on the table where the two other pilots pilots, Dr. Akagi and Misato sat
As soon as he saw this sight, he was compelled to leave. He hated dealing with asuka normally, let alone dealing with her when she was angry. He could just walk away right now, after all, he was sure that this briefing was of little importance.
The last one he had to go to all they discussed was the new hydraulic systems on the EVA launchers, asuka objected to them as well, saying something along the lines of
'the other ones worked well in the past, some of us aren't babies and can withstand 9g's before battle' of
He sat down in a cold metal chair before folding his hands in his lap and sighing.
"What's the problem Misato? Friday is the night I spend with touji and kensuke, is there an emergency?" this was a lie of course, the last three Fridays he had spent drinking in the park in the refugee sector, as he did everyday after work. Dr. akagi spoke before Misato could get a word in.
"Shinji we've already told the rei and asuka. This is big news shinji. The secrecy surrounding it up to this point has been vital." She said as shinji's face went a bit scared.
This was no ordinary meeting.
"Shinji…' Misato said as she put her hand on his "we're getting a new pilot."
AN: what did you think? All reviews welcome, bad ones good ones and everything in between. Also please note that I will never let this turn into some goddamn mary sue story about a perfect little pilot.
Those stories piss me off intensely. This character will have depth and a history that would fit one of the pilots as well as a piloting ability that would fit someone who has never touched an evangelion.
I really want to continue this story but if you find it lame then I will discontinue it.