I do not own either of these series. If you wish to flame me on any subject, or at any level, then I welcome the very fires of Hell. Oh, and I like to follow the manga of Evangelion for some things, and the series for others. Also, I'm going to follow any events to a certain extent.

My Purple Haze

A Sailor Moon / Evangelion crossover

Part One

Shinji opened his eyes and the slow pull of sleep drifted off his head and then the rest of him. His limbs soon felt the pressure coming from the blankets on top of him. He let out a sigh and then got to his knees, then his feet, letting the comforter slide from him back onto the bed.

He dressed quickly, sliding the black pants up his thighs, his feet landing with a stomp on the floor as they passed through the pants. He buttoned his shirt up to his chest, where the buttons did not stop, but where the shirt felt comfortable and wasn't choking him. Fully dressed, he opened the sliding door and stepped out.

He went to the kitchen. There, he saw Asuka, still in her bedclothes, looking through the contents of the refrigerator. Upon seeing her, he expected the thrashing of her morning voice, a thing that was not unusually agitated by the night.

"There's nothing here," she whined as she scrunched up her nose, peering far in just in case she missed something.

"But Asuka… its all instant food."

Asuka's spine became erect as she sprang up from her position. Her hands went to their natural placement of her hips and she scowled. "That's completely the problem Third Child!" she growled. Her face then went down to a smirk. "The food I eat needs to be fresh," she said.

"You've been eating instant ramen and stuff like that for weeks," Shinji said, blocking the rudeness that would emerge from a yawn. "Yes, I know," Asuka said, "But I only eat that stuff when Misato's here. So now is the time for change!"

"Misato's not here?"

Asuka looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you? Stupid? She left early this morning," she said. She then returned to her stance of looking into the fridge. Shinji left her to find something for breakfast and went to get his books to make sure that he had finished the previous night's homework. He was sure he had, but there wasn't any hurt in checking before he went to school.

While opening his history book, he saw the blinking light on the answering machine.

"Hey Asuka! Did you see that there was a message on the machine?"

He heard the refrigerator door slam, and the clinking of glass as the jars shifted.

"It isn't my job to see if there are messages, Third Child!"

Shinji sighed. He hadn't expected to hear a simple answer of whether she had or not, but it would be nice nonetheless. He looked back at the blinking red light of the answering machine. He heard her footsteps. She appeared in the door.

"Well? You going to play it?"

Shinji shrugged and pressed the Play button. A tinny voice rang out from the speaker on the side of the machine.

"Hi guys! This is Misato! Sorry I couldn't be there this morning. Work and all that. You guys understand, right? Well, don't worry. I'll be back this evening. I had to accept a shipment. See ya later!"

The message ended and Asuka padded back to the kitchen. A few sounds came and then a microwave beeped and started up.

Guess she settled for instant after all, Shinji thought. He looked at the answering machine. "Why would Misato leave so early to accept something…" he mumbled to himself. Realization caught him quickly. His mouth formed a mournful frown. He shook his head and then took up his computer in his arms, placing it in his pack near the door.

Asuka was sitting at the table, scooping at the remaining ramen noodles in the cup she held. She fished around for a moment and then just decided to drink the rest of it. She gulped it down. Seeing her roommate at the entrance to the room, she flicked the cup, causing it to tip over and spill a few drops of broth onto the table. "This food sucks…" she grumbled. She pulled her legs up onto the chair so that her knee pressed against the edge of the table.

"You know why she left, right?"

"Sure. But I'm not worried about it, unlike you, worrywart."

She reached across the table and set the cup back up then pushed back her chair and stood up.

"I'm going to take a shower. Come in to peep at me and you won't live to regret your actions," she said and went off.

Shinji opened the loaf of bread and placed two pieces in the toaster. He pressed down the lever to light, considering the degree to which the toaster burnt his first piece of toast in Misato's home when he set it at a medium level. He leaned against the counter and waited on his toast.

Another Evangelion unit means another pilot. Why would they even consider that after what happened to Toji?

Why are they risking it?

The toaster springs jangled. The toast jumped and settled in the slots. With one hand, he pulled them out. He quickly pulled the jam from the cabinets and spread a little on. Then he went to the fridge and reached to the very back, pulling out a container of fish. He took one and put it in Pen-Pen's dish.

Toji… I'm sorry. But you were right a long time ago, "sorry" doesn't cut it. Does it?

"Dad, STOP IT!!"

Just when I thought my father was human. Just when I thought I was a man. No, I'm still a coward.

The knots were beginning to eat away at his insides. Shinji sighed and then began to munch on his toast.

He walked to school alone that morning.