"Shinji!" A harsh voice shouted from the other room. I tightened my grip on the sheets, fearful of what would happen if I didn't get up. Untangling myself from the mess, I slipped into my shirt and trousers, and hurrying out of my bedroom door, not wanting to make my impatient Father wait any longer. "What took you so long?" Avoiding eye contact I apologize quietly. "I've contacted a housemaid to take care of you, it seems that you are incapable in doing so yourself. She will be here after I leave for the Council." Without another word I stared at my feet until I heard the front door shut. Letting go of my breath I didn't know I was holding, I glanced at the clock, it was to late to go back to sleep. It wasn't long before I heard a knock at the door. I forgot that Father mentioned a housemaid until I heard the sound of paper bags crinkling on the dinning room table. I wondered into the room, I don't use it often. Father and I don't eat together.

"Hello." I called out quietly and cringed when the figure turned so suddenly.

"Oh you must be Shinji!" The woman grinned enthusiastically. One of her bags were knocked over by her swinging elbow and a couple bottles of vodka tumbling out into view. "Whoops sorry 'bout that! Just brought a few things to make it seem like home. My name is Misato Kateragi by the way."

"Mmh." I responded. Leaving for my room I picked up the bow for my cello caressing it with my fingertips. I couldn't play it now, it was to embarrassing with company. "I'll be out for a while." She probably has to keep a record of my actions, I'll make it easy for her so she doesn't have to ask me. Sometimes with people like her it was better to be superficial. Wrapping a scarf around me I set off for the theater leaving the door unlocked behind me. I lost my key a week ago, and I've hadn't found the right moment to talk to Father about getting a new one. I paused in Town Square to take in the view. Among the small crystal flakes floating softly landing on nearly everything in site, leaving a white blanket over the small town, the rubble of a few buildings stood. With the increasing riots, Father was late to come home, if even that. I know that being a Council man's son, I am a target by the Rebels. Moving into the side alley, I arrived at the door. It wasn't owned by anyone, just a place for musicians or singers to practice, and were expected to clean up after themselves when they were done. After the sound laws were put in place, the only place you could practice your art would be in the seclusion of your home or this place. It's been vacant recently, and I honestly didn't expect anyone to be behind those doors. A soft melody drifted into my ears as I entered. "Moonlight Sonata..." I breathed.


I'm not sure if I want to make this into something or not yet.