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"cookies" - talking

'cookies' - thoughts

This story may not be believable to many, but, that's fine. I just need to write down the crazy hurricane of emotions that has become my life since I was taken from the one I was naturally born to. I wasn't smuggled off to a foreign country (well, technically I'm in a foreign country) if that's what you're wondering. I was 'reborn' into one of my favorite anime's. You're probably thinking along the lines of 'oh, it's another "Naruto" fanfiction' or 'what a lame plot'. But I assure you, this isn't another "Naruto" fanfiction and that plot archetype isn't bad when done is my story, and I've been reborn into the world of "Evangelion". Weird, right? I didn't even realize till well after I got used to the fact that I was alive and not indeed dead. Now you're probably wondering why was he/she reborn.

Well, it's a rather horrifying end. Oh, I forgot to tell you my name. I've pretty much forgotten my original name, though, it echoes through the back of my mind every now and then. A shadow of my old life. My new name is Tomoe 'Mydna' Kitajima. Back to how I was reborn, I believe I was a 16 year old high school student at the time when a war of sorts broke out.

I vividly remember my death; I often wake up from nightmares checking myself for jagged wounds where limbs used to be. The 'enemy' army had come to my neighborhood, they were using a tank and bazookas to knock down houses and shot down anyone they saw. My house had collapsed; I remember the horrid terrified cries of my mother ruthlessly cut off as the structure crumbled upon her. I remember my step-father and my two brothers, one older and one younger, being gunned down by the mercenaries as they laughed cruelly with sick, twisted smiles on their faces. I remember them throwing a frag grenade; it tore off my legs and shredded my right arm. I screamed so very loud, and all they did was laugh and strip me of my clothing that was melted to my skin, ripping my flesh exposing muscle and bone. They had their way with my body. Then they had the great idea of burning me to death in a bonfire for their amusement. The mercenaries enjoyed the chilling song of my agony and grief, laughing the whole time.

Those last moments will be something I will never forget no matter hard I try. I don't remember what started that war, but, it is probably best that I don't. It is time for me to move on. Now I'll start the story of my new life, with the exception of my first years considering being a baby isn't all that thrilling and I'm sure you don't want to know all about my years of advanced education.

-Year of 2014-

"Misato! Please keep your eyes on the road!" I squeak at the purple haired woman driving the blue Renault Alpine A310. Misato Katsuragi, an old family friend of mine, is the operations director of the tactical division at NERV. My mother died recently and Misato was more than happy to take custody of me, since she is an employee of NERV she can do stuff like that for kids, even if they're not related to her. Now we're going to Misato's apartment in Tokyo-3 where she lives with another ward.

His name is Shinji Ikari as you could probably all guess. It was humorous to hear about how he met Pen-Pen from a primary source in her point of view. She thinks that my presence will help him somehow, especially if we became friends. As much as it'd be nice to live with the pilot of Unit-01, I doubt I'll make it within a mile of Misato's apartment with her driving. I knew I should have insisted on driving, lack of license be damned.

"Oh, come on. Lighten up."

"How can I when I sense impending doom."

"You're such a bummer."

"If you get me to your apartment in good health I'll treat you and Shinji to one of my own dishes."

"Which one?"

"The yellow one." Yes, that's what she has designated it as since I haven't given it a name. It's yellow because there is turmeric and curry powder in it.

"You've got a deal," she says happily. Misato slows the car from a bone jarring 90 or so miles per hour to a more comfortable 60 and I could tell she was trying to drive safely.

Time skip

Thankfully we've made it to her apartment alive. As I walk in, duffle bag in hand, Misato says, "You can have the bedroom next to Shinji's, it's across from mine. Shinji won't be home till around 4 'cause he's at school since its Monday. So, you'll have time to sort yourself out."

After I place my bag on the bed of my new room I notice a female school uniform on the desk.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I enrolled you in Shinji's school. I know you've been going to college and all, but I think it's do you some good to be with kids your own age for once in your life."

I had been going to college since having 16 years of knowledge and having been nearing the end of high school, before I died and was reborn, significantly boosted my ability to acquire a higher education at an earlier age. I started going to college at 7 after finishing off high school. I have a minor in creative writing, a major in computer programming, chemistry and biology, a masters in piano and composition, and was well on my way to attaining a Ph. D in physics.

Let's just say I'm fairly intelligent, not exactly anywhere near the smartest person in the world though. A must know about me is that I'm extremely curious in anything that interests me, so I tend to dabble in many things. I'm the right age to go to Shinji's school since I'm 14 as well. The only reason I dropped out of college a few weeks ago was because my mother's illness took a turn for the worse and I wanted to her to be able to spend the rest of her time knowing her only daughter loved her dearly and was by her side. She passed away only 3 days ago.

"That's fine. I'll have plenty of time to finish up my Ph. D afterwards."

I continue looking around my new room. It's pretty bland so I'll probably redecorate it later. Currently the walls are white and the carpet is beige, the desk my new uniform is on looks like it's made of oak and is placed under the window, there's a small bed pushed against the wall, opposite the wall there is a small wardrobe-style cabinet, opposite the wall with the window and desk is the door to the rest of the apartment. I start to unpack.

I only brought some shirts, pants, and other such necessities. I go to the bathroom to put away my shampoo, brush, and other such things. I glance in the mirror. Unlike most residents of Japan I'm Caucasian. I have brown curly hair with faint golden blonde highlights pulled back by a headband. My eyes are light brown, I'm about 5'1" and I'm have an average body shape that's in fairly decent physical condition and I wear prescription glasses with a lavender frame. Not much different from what I remember of my past life. My current outfit shows my usual choice of clothes. A plain blue T-shirt with equally plain cream shorts.

Suddenly a loud crashing sound resembling that of hundreds of empty cans falling rings throughout the apartment.

"Misato, are you okay," I call out worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just knocked down my… beer can mountain."

"Tsk."

That's classic Misato for you. For as long as I've known her she's been a slob and more recently an alcoholic. 'Since Misato's home already I just have to have dinner ready soon after Shinji comes home.'

"Hey Misato, what time is it?"

"Its 3:32!"

"Kay, I'm going to start dinner."

"Sounds good."

I go into the kitchen to start cooking finding the spices I need oddly enough.

"Misato, did you actually try to cook one of my dishes when I gave you the recipe?"

"Yeah… I'm pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be a brownish orange," she says as she walks in and sits at the table after having grabbed a beer.

Time Skip-

Currently 4:05p.m.

"Tadaima[1]," a small, soft voice calls out as I finish dinner.

"Okaerinasai[2] Shinji," Misato replies and continues on to say, "Our new roomie and one of my best friends is here and has cooked us dinner." Shinji comes into the kitchen and looks at the food I cooked with suspicion and a hint of fear so I say, "Don't worry, it's not toxic like Misato's cooking."

"Hey, it is not toxic," she yelled indignantly.

"Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat. My name is Tomoe Kitajima, it's nice to meet you Ikari-san. You can just call me Tomoe."

Shinji blushes and stutters, "I-It's nice to meet you too. You can just call me Sh-Shinji.," and then he adds hastily, " If you w-want to that is Tomoe."

"Okay Shinji, dinner is ready but it needs to cool off a bit before I serve it, so you have time to relax a bit."

"A-arigatou[3]," he stutters weakly and he walks off towards his room. 'He's even cuter than he was portrayed as in the anime.'

"You like him, don't you," Misato teases.

"S-shut up, I don't know what you're talking about," I snap back at her as I check the food and find it at a satisfactory temperature for serving. As I begin to serve dinner Shinji returns to the kitchen and takes the seat across from Misato at the table. Once I finish serving I sit at one of the sides of the square table, putting me between Shinji and Misato.

"Itadakimasu," we say together before we begin to eat. Soon after we begin Shinji says with a mildly surprised expression, "This is good."

"Thank you," I reply, then add, "Even though I've known Misato my entire life, thankfully my culinary skills don't reflect that."

"Are you trying to say something," Misato says in a mock pissy tone.

"Yes, I'm implying that you can't cook to save your life."

"You're so mean to me," she replies in a false sad pitch.

"That trick hasn't worked on me since I was 5."

"No fun, that's what you are," she pouts causing me to smirk slightly.

"There's no meat in this. Do you not like it," Shinji asks politely.

"I'm Vegan so I can't eat any animal products," I reply.

"Oh."

"So, what's school like?"

"School is school, it's fairly boring." 'Oh, that's just peachy.'

"Lovely, now I dread what they're teaching you. It's probably pathetic compared to college. Remind me why you enrolled me again Misato."

"You should interact more with kids your own age. It'll do you some good."

"But, even Shinji says it's boring."

"I know it'll be dreadfully boring and easy for you, but you still need to go."

"So mean," I pout, then I notice Shinji looking dumbfounded. "What?"

"You went to college!?"

"Well, yeah. I'm not done yet. After this middle school fiasco I'll be going back to finish my Ph. D in physics and help out my old piano teacher."

"Oh, so you play piano?"

"Yeah. My electric Yamaha p-122 is being shipped here. I think it'll be a week at most before it gets here. Would you like me to play for you when it gets here?"

"Yeah… I would like that," he says while blushing. I notice that it's getting late, so I get up and walk over to the kitchen sink turning on the tap to start dishes.

"Oh… umm... you don't need to do that, I can do the dishes."

"Nah, I don't mind. I would appreciate it if you could dry the clean dishes though."

Since the lights are off the kitchen is bathed in a red-orange hue and we can hear the wind-chimes singing in the air as it moves in lazy breaths. There aren't very many dishes so we finish quickly, Misato had already left for bed. The sun is almost below the horizon coating the room in crimson.

"It's getting late, we should go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning, oyasumi[4]," I say to Shinji.

"Hai[5], oyasumi," Shinji says quietly as we head to our respective rooms.

As I lay go to lie down in my bed I grab my MP4 out of my bag and turn it on. I fall asleep listening to 'A Cruel Angel's Thesis' coincidentally enough.

Okay, how was that? Any reviews and constructive criticism as always are appreciated.

Raziel's Glossary of Japanese and random things:

[1]Tadaima- I'm home

[2]Okaerinasai- Welcome back

[3]Arigatou- Thank you

[4]Oyasumi- Good night

[5]Hai- Yes