AN: Hey there! Thanks for taking interest in my little fan fiction. This is the first fic I've ever posted, so hopefully it will be a good one. I should probably explain a bit. This is a love story between Misato and Kaji that takes place before the actual series begins. I was inspired by the Our Lady Peace song Somewhere Out There which is featured as a sort of preface. This isn't a song fic though, so don't get the wrong idea. Anyway, if you haven't heard the song or any Our Lady Peace songs for that matter, you should go out and buy one of their cd's right now, because they're a great band. And Somewhere Out There is a truly beautiful song. Please enjoy my fic and read and review and all that good stuff. Constructive criticism is welcome, especially if I've gone OOC. I'm most worried about that =P

Disclaimer: I don't own Neon Genesis Evangelion or the characters in it. They're both copyright Gainax and Anno Hideaki. I also don't own Somewhere Out There which is copyright Our Lady Peace and Columbia Records. These things are being used for entertainment purposes and not for my personal benefit, so don't sue me; I don't have any money, and it would just be a waste of your time. Just think of this story as an advertisement...

Preface: I hate this song...

(Somewhere Out There, Our Lady Peace)

Last time i talked to you

You were lonely and out of place

You were looking down on me

Lost out in space

We laid underneath the stars

Strung out and feeling brave

I watched the red orange glow

I watched you float away

Down here in the atmosphere

Garbage and city lights

You've gone to save your tired soul

You've gone to save our lives

I turned on the radio

To find you in satellite

I'm waiting for this sky to fall

I'm waiting for a sign

All we are

Is all so far

You're falling back to me

You're a star that i can see

I know you're out there

Somewhere out there

Hope you remember me

When you're home sick

And need a change

I miss your purple hair

I miss the way you taste

I know you'll come back someday

On a bed of nails i'll wait

I'm praying that you don't burn out

Or fade away

You're falling out of reach

Defying gravity

I know you're out there

Somewhere out there

You're falling back to me

You're a star that i can see

I know you're out there

You're falling out of reach

Defying gravity

I know you're out there

Somewhere out there

You're falling back to me

You're a star that i can see

I know you're out there

Somewhere out there

You're falling out of reach

Defying gravity

You're falling back to me

I know

I know

You're falling out of reach

I know

A warm tear trickled down Misato's flushed cheek and dripped and splashed into a little puddle that had formed at the end of a curling strand of her soft purple hair. Her lips quivered, and she clamped her eyes shut to try to prevent more tears from following the previous. It didn't help. Soon her eyelashes were glazed over with salty tears, and her shoulders began to shake with her quiet sobs. She cried for a few minutes until her sadness turned aggressive . She took a deep breath as she lifted her leg and kicked her radio into the nearby wall. The sudden fierce swing of her leg caused the entire lower half of her body to swing over and her upped half followed until she lay on her stomach crying even more loudly and violently than before.

Why did they have to play that damn song? She wondered. She hated hearing that song because it reminded her of him. And at that moment he was the last thing she wanted to think about, even though for the past week he was the only thing she'd allowed herself to think about. She sighed brashly and forced herself to take deep, ragged breaths. Within minutes her thunderous sobs had quieted, and she lifted her head so she could stare at her wall for a while. Unfortunately, her eyes landed on a picture, a picture full of nostalgia. It was a picture of Kaji, Ritsuko, and herself from their college days. It was probably the one thing in her room that she really, really didn't want to look at, so of course, it was the only thing she could see. She began crying again. So loud and so hard that within mere moments her sobs had turned into the crying equivalent of dry heaves, which she'd experienced plenty of times in her life. She sobbed loudly for at least an hour before she had exhausted herself and her sobs turned into whimpers and finally into sniffles. She dug her face until her tear-soaked pillow and let her exhaustion over-take her. She accepted the happy memories that came to her in her dreams that night.

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AN: Ok, that was really short, but it is just a preface. Chapter One will be longer. Although, I'm not really planning on making this a very long story anyway: four or five chapters maybe. It will depend on how interested I get in writing it :) Anyway, tell me what you thought and keep your eyes open for Chapter One. Ciao! *mmm oreos....*