Disclaimer: I don't own Three days grace, or Evangelion. I own a CD player behind me that plays depressing music. Ee;;; This takes place after Ariel, so Asuka is missing. Kaji is gone you know it.

Home.

Shinji looked up at the darkened ceiling, his brown hair was messed up and his blue eyes glazed over. He had some bandages on his wrists. He sighed as thunder struck once more outside his small apartment. 'It's a familiar ceiling… but it doesn't feel right.' He shifted his head to the right, looking at the small alarm clock that blinked twelve o'clock repetitively. Lightning flashed in through the window and thunder rumbled. He didn't need to get up, with Asuka missing and Misato drinking herself into an alcohol induced coma every night.

I'll be coming home
Just to be alone
Cause I know you're not there
And I know that you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place

Slowly Shinji reached to his left wrist and undid one of the bandages. Fresh blood oozed from his gash, trailing down his arm. He smiled to himself as he felt the cold air hit his exposed wound. 'What's the point in living?' He thought to himself, watching the redness trickle down his arm. 'What right have we, such fragile creatures to fight what are gods messengers?' He sighed and picked up his knife again, lightly pressing the tip to his already formed cut. The pain etched its way up his nerves, finally getting to his brain. The bolts of agony lashed into his brain, which completely ignored it.

No matter how hard I try
you're never satisfied
this is not a home
I think I'm better off alone

You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

Having reattached his bandages, he wandered out into the living room, to find the major. Passed out with a beer can still pressed to her lips, the beer had spilled down her face and into her hair, making most of the room smell like Yubisu. Beer bottles were spread out around the room, proving that Shinji didn't give a damn anymore. He sighed, stepping on a beer can, slicing a small cut on his foot, as well as waking up the major. Her blood shot eyes stared at the opposite wall before she looked at Shinji. "Kaji?" She mumbled, leaning towards him.

By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
Till you get off my case

"Kaji!" She cried, leaping at him. Shinji leapt backwards, Misato missing him by a mile, crashed into the floor with a loud thump. Without looking up she began to crawl towards him, her hair covering her face. Shinji backed up in panic, his fears growing as she began to giggle. Shinji finally ran out of room, his retreat ending abruptly with his lower back hitting the kitchen counter and Misato diving at his legs. For the first time since she fell, she looked up.

No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a

Blood trickled down her nose from the impact when she fell, She had bags under her eyes, and a look that would send a man insane scribbled on her face. Misato had become a thing of nightmares. She clawed at his pants, trying to get into them. Shinji's voice returned to him and he began to scream. He screamed and screamed like there was no tomorrow. Misato suddenly shrieked and jumped backwards. Lightning flashed again as she stared at Shinji, then at the blood on her fingers. Slowly realization dawned on Misato. She reached towards Shinji, hoping to comfort him.

Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

I'm better off alone

Shinji saw her reaching towards him and cried, "Get away!" With those words out, he bolted nearly running head long into the door. He whipped it open and ran out into the rain, letting the purifying water wash away sin and crime. He kept running, till he reached the outskirts of town. The area had been destroyed during one of the previous angel attacks. He approached a place with most of the house destroyed except one area. He approached the house slowly, wanting to get out of the rain. He huddled into the hall way, letting the water roll off his hair. The rain soon began to subside, but was replaced by another sound. Whimpering. He walked father into the run down house. Before finding what he least expected. Sitting on a chair in front of him was a school uniform that seemed very familiar.

No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a

He walked over to it and picked it up. Looking at it carefully he sniffed it. One word came to mind. 'Asuka.' Suddenly there emerged a weak voice behind him

Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

"Baka Shinji?"

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Wow, been a while since I posted anything. I re-did my original one for this; I personally like this one better.

Read and review. By the way I did this as depressing as possible, but I can see it all happening anyway. This was kind of a worst case scenario of Evangelion

Now just to make it clear.

I OWN NOTHING, NOTHING! SO DON'T DELETE IT THIS TIME. ;0;

--Kensuke Aida.