It seems that all of my work is either really stupid or really depressing. Watch out, because this one may actually manage to be both…
And so I give you…
Oh, wait, I forgot disclaimers and such again…
None of this stuff belongs to me. Do you seriously think that a 15-year-old kid would waste her time writing fanfic for a really great anime if she actually owned it? Hell, no! I'd be out spending all the money I'd made from it! So, anyway, I don't own Evangelion, or probably anything else in this story. Oh, except for the fat man. I made him up and he's mine and there's nothing you can do about it!!! *Cackles maniacally*
Now, moving on…
Without further ado, I give you…
Irony
Prologue
Shenji sighed. Irony could be taken for many things, but he knew at least two things about it were true: he often found himself in ironic situations, and it almost certainly meant he would wind up embarrassed. So Shenji didn't really appreciate the Irony Gods' affinity for him.
He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. After shooing Pen Pen out, he sat under the steaming water for almost an hour, pondering his latest embarrassment. Asuka had thought it would be funny to make Shenji think that Misato had, well, feelings for him, and, enthralled with this possibility, had begun harboring quite a crush on his drunken friend. Since, of course, she didn't like him (because that would just be kinda gross, when you think about it), Shenji wound up being the laughing stock of all of NERV yet again.
For some reason, Asuka had been pulling lots of pranks on the poor boy lately. He had written it off as boredom, and was sure that soon something else would catch the aggressive girl's attention.
Shenji unfortunately found this to be untrue when he stepped out of the shower. The bathroom had been stripped entirely of towels.
"Asuka!" he muttered furiously, luckily finding a towel that had been hidden behind the pipes of the sink. He marched into the kitchen where he found Asuka stuffing her face with eggs and bacon. He was about to give her a piece of his mind when he realized that Misato was also there, downing a beer like a caffeine addict would drink coffee before work. So, instead, he spluttered a bit and sat down at the table and wolfed down a bowl of cereal after realizing he'd be late for class if he didn't hurry.
Shenji's day went by with little excitement, and he returned to his apartment to find it empty. He went into the kitchen, and to the familiar beat of track 26 on his SDAT, prepared a snack. After finishing his sandwich, he was about to flop on the sofa and watch some TV when the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" Shenji called, heading for the door. There was only an inaudible reply, so he peeked cautiously out the door to see Rei Ayanami. Since there appeared to be no immediate danger, he invited the quiet, almost mechanical girl in.
"Hello, Ayanami," Shenji said as he ushered her to the sofa. "Do you need anything?"
"Pilot Ikari, I hoped I might speak to you of some thoughts I've had recently," Rei replied softly.
"Of course, Rei, you know I'm always glad to talk with you," Shenji replied. Something about the girl's manner made him lower his voice and speak more precisely. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"
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And that is my first attempt at a fanfic with dialogue. I'd like to thank everyone who gave me advice on my first story: Nega-darkwing, Ayanami Rei, Judging Eagle, Jedi_duellist, Rei-chan, and Kimberly. All of your advice was helpful, and I hope it helped to make this story better.