Alright I know this is Evangelion but that doesn't mean we can't have wholesome vibes, so please enjoy my story Running From Home Also I don't own Eva
CHAPTER 1
Misato walked down the large main entrance of a shopping center and eyed the store in question, a locally owned music store. At first it had shocked Misato to hear that Shinji was interested in picking up the guitar, when she had asked him what he wanted for his 15th birthday, any sort of instrument was the last thing on her mind. "Doesn't he always say he sucks at cello," she asked herself "what makes a guitar any different?" What Misato didn't know was how he first found himself with the instrument.
Years before Shinji had moved to Tokyo-3, he lived with his Teacher and his wife. They were a couple that to say the least, had very little interest in the boy, the teacher only took him in as he was interested in the pay he received from Gendo. His wife tried to at least interact with the boy, but pressure from her husband usually kept her from doing so. The teacher, tired of seeing the boy do nothing after school, decided it was his duty as a guardian to make the boy talented in order to gain Gendo's approval, this led to the teacher buying Shinji a classical guitar, with the intention of him learning to play classical music, however this didn't work out very well, and though Shinji was a fine guitar player, it was Folk music that caught his fancy, not Classical. Because of this the teacher sold the guitar and forced Shinji to learn cello, since there was no real way to change the perception around cello, Shinji learned Classical music. This had no effect on Gendo, but before the teacher could figure out another way to earn an effect on him, Gendo sent a letter asking for Shinji to be sent to Tokyo-3.
Misato walked into the store, she approached the clerk, "Hi, welcome to Sampson's, how may I help?" Misato paused for a moment, "Uh, yes, well my son he's wanting to get into guitar, you see, and I was wondering what would be right for him?" Misato thought "Shinji isn't here, so he's not gonna know that I called him my son right? Ahh, I'm just being paranoid." The clerk led Misato over to a wall of low-end acoustic guitars before picking one up off the wall with the name "Silvertone" printed on the headstock, "This one's not too expensive," he said, "but it's a beautiful sounding instrument. Not to mention the smaller size makes it easier for new players to figure out and take with them." Misato looked at it for a minute, "It's his birthday though," she thought to herself, "I'd feel bad if I just cheaped out on the stuff." She spoke, "Um, is there anything else I can get with it? It's his birthday so I'd feel bad if I just got him one thing." The man rubbed his chin for a minute, "Well I guess we do have our recording beginners kit." he pointed over to a stand that showcased a four track cassette mixer, a set of headphones, and a microphone "If you get that all included it's about 50,000 yen, 70,000 with the guitar included." Misato thought for a moment before raising a thumb and saying "Alright, I'll take it!" "Well okay!" the man replied, "Come on, I'll go ring this all up for you."
Shinji was in his room counting his blessings when Asuka revealed that indeed, they wouldn't be having a party for his birthday, "It's not that I don't like Touji, Kensuke, or Hikari, it's just that, well, if there's anything I'd want this year, it's for things to just be peaceful." Shinji then heard the doorbell and rose to answer before Asuka yelled, "Don't worry I'll get it!" "That's odd," Shinji thought, "usually Asuka could be right next to the door and still make me get it." Shinji facepalmed when he realized, "Oh of course stupid me wouldn't think that Misato of all people would want to keep my birthday a surprise!" Later, Misato called Shinji into the room, when he entered, he looked around and saw a cheerful Misato, and a bored looking Asuka standing next to two big boxes, one wrapped and the other unwrapped. Misato pointed to the unwrapped one, "I didn't bother wrapping this one cause I figured you didn't need to guess what it was." Shinji walked over to the box, and opened it, inside lay the guitar Misato had gotten from her trip, and what Shinji had been asking for all this time. He picked it up gently, got up, and sat down in a chair before plucking the strings "Hmm out of tune." He murmured to himself, but Misato wasn't done just yet. "Before you get to that Shinji, I want you to open up this one, this is the surprise one I got for you." Shinji walked to it curiously, before tearing the wrapping paper, starting off very cautiously, "Cmon!" Misato cheerfully yelled to him, "It's wrapping paper, just rip it!" Shinji laughed and then ripped the wrapping paper off, revealing the recording equipment Misato had bought, Shinji's eyes lit up, he turned to Misato "Wow Misato! You didn't have to do all this!" Misato gave him a warm smile "You work hard at NERV and school, but most of all you gave me a home Shinji, how could I not show how much you mean to me." Shinji paused, his eyes began to shake, and eventually tears fell down his face, he stood up wiping the tears from his eyes. Asuka was about to yell at him about "being a man" and what not, but quickly stopped as she watched Misato walk over and wrap her arms around the boy, laying her head on top of his, as she let him cry against her. Misato smiled "In all this time," she thought to herself "I hadn't even thought about whether or not anybody had done this for him before."
That night, Misato and Asuka were in bed, Asuka had been asleep for a while, but Misato still hadn't yet gone to bed, she was just about to doze off when she heard a sound, and then sounds after that, before she asked herself "Is that Shinji?" Indeed it was, Shinji was in his room with the little cassette mixer and a microphone, recording to it a song he had titled "Ayanami." Misato stood up, and slid her door open, she quietly stepped over to Shinji's room and listened in, she had come just in time for him to sing.
From where She goes
No one ever knows
She seems to always know
Not where to go
Not where to go
She's told where to go
Where to go
Nowhere to go
And trouble seems to be around her
She doesn't care
She doesn't know where to turn
Don't know where
Don't know where
Don't know where
She's got short hair she cuts
She don't know where
She don't know where to go
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
She doesn't know
Misato walked quietly back to bed, and went to sleep.