Demise of the S-DAT
A/N: This story sprang into being after I decided to give up reading for awhile (this coming from a novel a week man, mostly more). Immediately as I gave it up my life made a change, and I found that I actually started to live my OWN life, rather than the ones I read in my books. I thought what would happen to our oh-so introverted hero if he gave up his anti-social habit.
Shinji placed the black oblong reverently into the box, making sure that it laid perfectly symmetrically with the corners of the chest. He then folded the rest of the mauve velvet so that no vestige of his psychological ball and chain remained visible.
The box shut with a almost audible click, which he felt with his soul more so than with his ears. The lock slid through the iron hoop with oiled grace, the muted metallic scream signifying the death of an age. The key slid home with a certain finality. With a deft blow, it was sheared off at the hilt, irretrievable to the last.
Shinji started at the remaining half of the key, unsure what he should do with such a poignant token of the past he was determined to leave behind him. After several moments of introspection, in which Shinji realized would have normally be filled with the lilting tones of Bach's Last symphony, he looped it onto his neck chain, where it slid down to rest next to a cello pendant, another symbol of his life.
He turned his back on the small mahogany box, and walked back into the world.
A/N: really short one today, just really want to gauge reaction to this possible Shinji/Askua Fic, and I really need to know whether or not to use 1st or 3rd person.
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