It seems I wandered over all of tokyo 3 that night... just letting my legs think for themselves... my mind was just numb from what I'd just done.
at some point I must have passed out on a park bench... cause I woke up around 5am with a police officer poking me in the side with a rather sharp nightstick.
"Go back to your home kid... it's fuckin late," the officer reprimanded me.
"I have no home..." I conceeded to the officer.
"Oh your one of those.... just get the hell outta here before I put ya in lock up," the officer finally said as if he were making a great concession.
I grudgingly removed myself from my home of the night, and walked off into the new day.
It was rather cold, even with the massive global warming the second impact had wrought upon us. I stuck my hands into my pockets for warmth. they came upon a few bits of scrap change and the usual shit... but my right hand came upon an odd scrap of paper... it felt somewhat stiff and rather small. I felt around for it again and fished it out. I looked at it for a moment. Ohh yeah... that guy at the coffee shop gave it to me... told me I'd get to know him.... ahh fuck it I got too much to worry about now.... like where the fuck am I going to go? I can't go back home. I guess I better call someone.
I walked over to a nearby phone booth, and I felt around in my pocket and came up with kensuke's new number. I stared at it for a moment... thinking of what to do and what to say...
after a moment's deliberation, I realized that it would just be more of the same old shit... fuck it. I reached into my other pocket and whipped out HIS number... I dialed it swiftly as if I'd done it many times before.
I let the phone ring on the otherside... once... twice...three times...four...it rang 9 times. I hung up resignedly, it was a stupid idea anyways. Like this perfect stranger would want me in his life any more than Asuka or the others...
I was deep in my self indulging depressive thoughts... when the phone started ringing... I let it ring a few times... I picked it up.
"Hello... who is this?" the guy on the other end said... or at least thats what I thought he said over the noise of what sounded like him eating potato chips.
"Shinji? Is that you?"
"Who're you?"
"We met at the coffee shop... we talked about Eva..."
"Oh the depressed guy?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh hey man what's been up?"
"It's a long story... can we meet somewhere?"
"Yeah sure... there's a bar over on 23rd... why don't you meet me there in an hour or two?"
"A Bar? okay see ya there..."
I hung up the phone wondering what I had just gotten myself into...
I sat deep in thought for about an hour... then walked purposefully down to the bar.
When I got there... He already had a table... not to mention what had to have been a couple drinks... not to be roaring drunk... but at least a bit buzzed.
He spotted me and motioned for me to coem over. As I walked over and took a seat... He pushed over a glass and filled it with sake... "Have a little... It'll make ya a man"
I took a sparing sip of the foreign liquid... it came down hot... and wasn't half bad... I downed the rest of the container in a few seconds and slammed the glass down as I'd seen people on TV do... He looked at me approvingly and poured me another... I nursed this one along as we spoke.
"So whats up?" He asked almost as if he cared.
I told him about what happened... He just started laughing...
"Is that all man? you had me worried something really bad had happened... that's nothing."
I told him I did think it was something and it had me rather upset.
He calmed down a bit and said "At least you didn't have you dick chopped off and thrown out the window of a moving car"
"Well I guess there is always that"... I admitted before bursting into laughter as he had done.
"But what about all my shit I can't go back for it all" I asked
"The things you own... end up owning you.... you're better off without them" He ranted on as I listened intently.
"Now I have a question for you... Do you know what a Duvet is?"
"I don't know I think it's a comforter..."
"It's a blanket... simply a blanket...Now is knowing this essential to our survival in the hunter gatherer sense of the word?"
"No" I haphazarded.
"Fuck no... so what does that make us?"
"Um.... consumers?"
"Exactly...." He continued on... "War... sickness.... poverty...strife....even Third impact..... these things do not concern me...... what does concern me is TV with 10,000 channels and nothing on.... celebrity magazines... hot cars.... hot girls..."
"Martha Stewart" I added.
"Fuck Martha Stewart.... She was polishing brass on the Titanic.... before second impact.... now she's probably polishing pewter in hell for all I give a shit."
He continued on "My point is we're all fucked up.... and it's never gonna change... it's human nature..."
We talked late into the night... and through several pitchers of watered down sake.
Finally it was time to end this... "It's getting late I think I should go find a hotel..."
"Just ask man" he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Cut the foreplay man and just ask..."
"What are you talking about?"
"You asked me here because you needed a place to stay..."
"Is that a problem...?" I asked.
"Is it a problem for you to ask?"
I asked "Can I stay at your place?"
"sure" he said quickly, unimpiortantly as he walked out the door.
I followed him... " There's only one thing I'm gonna ask of ya"
"What?" I asked.
"I want you to hit me as hard as you can"
"What?"
"I said I want you to hit me as hard as you can... I'm 17 and I don't have a scar on my body"
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you ever been in a fight?" He asked.
"No, unless you count eva but isn't that a good thing?" I asked.
"Me neither, Fuck no.... how much do ya know about yourself if ya never been in a fight... So hit me.... quick before I lose my nerve."
I gave up and wound up my fist as hard as I could and aimed a shot towards his stomache.... but I missed by a mile....
"Fuck!!!..... YOu got my right in the fuckin nuts man"
"I'm sorry gomen... you told me to hit you!!...."I said worried.
"Nah man it was perfect," he said as he socked me right square in the fuckin nose.
I fell back on the ground... my nose bleeding worse than Tenchi Muyou in the average episode ((a hell of a lot)).
"Damn man I think you broke my nose....it's cool though," I said as I kicked his legs out from under him.... he fell down and cracked his head against a dumpster with a loud wet slapping noise.
He got back up and said "Damn man thats what I'm talking about... hit me again."
"No you hit me"
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We continued on like that until both of us were bloody messes...... then we drunkenly made our ways to his home... or where he lived anyways. He lived in a huge house that was so fucking old and in such bad condition it made Rei's place look damn near wholesome.... hell having it detroyed in an angel fight would probably have been an improvement....
I wasn't sure if he owned that place or if he was squatting... neither would have surprised me.
He pointed to a room that was to be mine with a "you"... then he stumbled off to his own room.
I took a look around... 4 walls... partial roof....soiled matress... absolute freedom...... it was good enough for me. I fell on the matress without a second thought and was sound asleep in moments.
at some point I must have passed out on a park bench... cause I woke up around 5am with a police officer poking me in the side with a rather sharp nightstick.
"Go back to your home kid... it's fuckin late," the officer reprimanded me.
"I have no home..." I conceeded to the officer.
"Oh your one of those.... just get the hell outta here before I put ya in lock up," the officer finally said as if he were making a great concession.
I grudgingly removed myself from my home of the night, and walked off into the new day.
It was rather cold, even with the massive global warming the second impact had wrought upon us. I stuck my hands into my pockets for warmth. they came upon a few bits of scrap change and the usual shit... but my right hand came upon an odd scrap of paper... it felt somewhat stiff and rather small. I felt around for it again and fished it out. I looked at it for a moment. Ohh yeah... that guy at the coffee shop gave it to me... told me I'd get to know him.... ahh fuck it I got too much to worry about now.... like where the fuck am I going to go? I can't go back home. I guess I better call someone.
I walked over to a nearby phone booth, and I felt around in my pocket and came up with kensuke's new number. I stared at it for a moment... thinking of what to do and what to say...
after a moment's deliberation, I realized that it would just be more of the same old shit... fuck it. I reached into my other pocket and whipped out HIS number... I dialed it swiftly as if I'd done it many times before.
I let the phone ring on the otherside... once... twice...three times...four...it rang 9 times. I hung up resignedly, it was a stupid idea anyways. Like this perfect stranger would want me in his life any more than Asuka or the others...
I was deep in my self indulging depressive thoughts... when the phone started ringing... I let it ring a few times... I picked it up.
"Hello... who is this?" the guy on the other end said... or at least thats what I thought he said over the noise of what sounded like him eating potato chips.
"Shinji? Is that you?"
"Who're you?"
"We met at the coffee shop... we talked about Eva..."
"Oh the depressed guy?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh hey man what's been up?"
"It's a long story... can we meet somewhere?"
"Yeah sure... there's a bar over on 23rd... why don't you meet me there in an hour or two?"
"A Bar? okay see ya there..."
I hung up the phone wondering what I had just gotten myself into...
I sat deep in thought for about an hour... then walked purposefully down to the bar.
When I got there... He already had a table... not to mention what had to have been a couple drinks... not to be roaring drunk... but at least a bit buzzed.
He spotted me and motioned for me to coem over. As I walked over and took a seat... He pushed over a glass and filled it with sake... "Have a little... It'll make ya a man"
I took a sparing sip of the foreign liquid... it came down hot... and wasn't half bad... I downed the rest of the container in a few seconds and slammed the glass down as I'd seen people on TV do... He looked at me approvingly and poured me another... I nursed this one along as we spoke.
"So whats up?" He asked almost as if he cared.
I told him about what happened... He just started laughing...
"Is that all man? you had me worried something really bad had happened... that's nothing."
I told him I did think it was something and it had me rather upset.
He calmed down a bit and said "At least you didn't have you dick chopped off and thrown out the window of a moving car"
"Well I guess there is always that"... I admitted before bursting into laughter as he had done.
"But what about all my shit I can't go back for it all" I asked
"The things you own... end up owning you.... you're better off without them" He ranted on as I listened intently.
"Now I have a question for you... Do you know what a Duvet is?"
"I don't know I think it's a comforter..."
"It's a blanket... simply a blanket...Now is knowing this essential to our survival in the hunter gatherer sense of the word?"
"No" I haphazarded.
"Fuck no... so what does that make us?"
"Um.... consumers?"
"Exactly...." He continued on... "War... sickness.... poverty...strife....even Third impact..... these things do not concern me...... what does concern me is TV with 10,000 channels and nothing on.... celebrity magazines... hot cars.... hot girls..."
"Martha Stewart" I added.
"Fuck Martha Stewart.... She was polishing brass on the Titanic.... before second impact.... now she's probably polishing pewter in hell for all I give a shit."
He continued on "My point is we're all fucked up.... and it's never gonna change... it's human nature..."
We talked late into the night... and through several pitchers of watered down sake.
Finally it was time to end this... "It's getting late I think I should go find a hotel..."
"Just ask man" he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Cut the foreplay man and just ask..."
"What are you talking about?"
"You asked me here because you needed a place to stay..."
"Is that a problem...?" I asked.
"Is it a problem for you to ask?"
I asked "Can I stay at your place?"
"sure" he said quickly, unimpiortantly as he walked out the door.
I followed him... " There's only one thing I'm gonna ask of ya"
"What?" I asked.
"I want you to hit me as hard as you can"
"What?"
"I said I want you to hit me as hard as you can... I'm 17 and I don't have a scar on my body"
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you ever been in a fight?" He asked.
"No, unless you count eva but isn't that a good thing?" I asked.
"Me neither, Fuck no.... how much do ya know about yourself if ya never been in a fight... So hit me.... quick before I lose my nerve."
I gave up and wound up my fist as hard as I could and aimed a shot towards his stomache.... but I missed by a mile....
"Fuck!!!..... YOu got my right in the fuckin nuts man"
"I'm sorry gomen... you told me to hit you!!...."I said worried.
"Nah man it was perfect," he said as he socked me right square in the fuckin nose.
I fell back on the ground... my nose bleeding worse than Tenchi Muyou in the average episode ((a hell of a lot)).
"Damn man I think you broke my nose....it's cool though," I said as I kicked his legs out from under him.... he fell down and cracked his head against a dumpster with a loud wet slapping noise.
He got back up and said "Damn man thats what I'm talking about... hit me again."
"No you hit me"
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We continued on like that until both of us were bloody messes...... then we drunkenly made our ways to his home... or where he lived anyways. He lived in a huge house that was so fucking old and in such bad condition it made Rei's place look damn near wholesome.... hell having it detroyed in an angel fight would probably have been an improvement....
I wasn't sure if he owned that place or if he was squatting... neither would have surprised me.
He pointed to a room that was to be mine with a "you"... then he stumbled off to his own room.
I took a look around... 4 walls... partial roof....soiled matress... absolute freedom...... it was good enough for me. I fell on the matress without a second thought and was sound asleep in moments.
