Disclaimer: I tried to tunnel out of my prison cell in an attempt to once more wrestle Eva from the clutches of Gainax; apparently they get really testy about trying to escape from prison. I'm starting to think maybe I should just give up this whole "Owning Eva" delusion of mine.
A Day In The Life Of
Just an Ordinary Average Day
Shinji was sitting watching the mind-numbing barrage of fart jokes and teen melodramas occur on the TV, just as he did every afternoon. Today, he decided, was a decidedly boring day. Just the same old, same old, not at all like the previous days confrontation with the slug people from the planet Mehrk, all the while dodging a herd of stampeding rhinoceroses, now that was significantly more exciting.
'Good times, good times.' He thought to himself.
Looking down he surveyed the burnt spots on the couch as he sighed once more. He really wished Asuka wouldn't rampage so much as she did, having to buy a new couch every week was definitely not good for the pocket book, but of more concern, at least to the boy, Shinji was sure he couldn't take any more couches up the stairs without serious repercussions befalling his back.
Although one thing was bothering him, he still couldn't quite figure out what happened with Rei. She had returned after everything calmed down a bit and seemed more herself than she had been for the earlier portion of the day, but where did she go? He decided to let it slide as more pressing matters made their way to the fore. Matters like how to get the picture Kensuke had taken of him and Asuka away from the bespectacled boy.
Along those same lines, he was still quite surprised the kiss had calmed her down as much as it did. You see usually, when Asuka rampaged he would just let her wear herself out, normally falling asleep after but a few hours of wanton destruction. Of course he only did it to calm her down, self-preservation and all. How this could be true despite the fact that had absolutely no thoughts of stopping her at all at that moment, was a mater best reserved for future discussion.
There was, however something nagging in his mind, a notion he could not quite pin down, yet roamed freely in his thoughts. Being the daft individual he was, he decided upon further consideration to let the matter drop. We may in fact never know how long it would have taken him to realise that this thought was one pertaining to a certain pigtailed class representative and her now fractured sanity.
Tragically, owing to this, we shall have to skip the inevitable scene change such thoughts would usually bring about. Never in fact knowing that the class representative in question was currently spending her time in a rather fashionable padded cell, insisting on the impossibility of hearing numbers used in the place of letters. Nor shall we ever hear of the supply doctor they bring in for just such occasions, a man whose name sounds suspiciously like Largo. Yes it's unfortunate indeed we shall never learn of these events.
Shinji's entrancement, brought on by the intellectually suppressant powers of the television, was cut short by a clatter in the kitchen. It was quite obvious that Asuka, being the somewhat impatient type, had attempted to take it upon herself to cook the evening's meal. Unfortunately, Asuka tended to have very little recollection of her weekly sortie, and as such, never quite understood why the apartment was in such shambles. As with most things she neither knew, nor understood, she took it to be a bad thing, and of course, lest we forget, to be Shinji's fault.
"Aren't you supposed to clean this place?"
Shinji, if he where to be slightly for fortuitous when it came to maters of interpersonal communication, would have in all likelihood told her that the mess was, in for all intents and purposes, her fault, and as such it would be most prudent for her to clean it up. Unfortunately, Shinji wasn't and decided to settle upon an apology as well as a promise not to forget to clean at any future point.
It would be best to note, that as this conversation is occurring, their teacher, who while still being incapacitated with the flu, was working out the teachers comment's to put on his students report cards. Looking through his list, he found the comment best suited for the two residents of the Katsuragi household. With a careful hand, he began to print them out. "Wheel is turning, but Hamster is dead."
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Ritsuko was busy typing away upon her laptop while a certain lab tech, who Ritsuko noted was wearing the cap from the very same softball league she herself played in, although her protégé was playing for the other team, it was still deemed worthy of note, for reasons she still did not know. Maya cut in.
"What happened to the last Rei anyways?"
"Oh, run over by stampeding rhinoceroses, tragic really"
It was then that Ritsuko decided to pose a question which had been bothering her for some time now.
"Maya, when you activated the new Rei, which one did you use?"
"Oh, number 2, I still wanted to go for the chronological order thing."
"You do of course realise that we use numbers 1 through 13 for the dummy plug right?"
-Elsewhere-
The toaster was feeling quite proud of its recent achievements. It had managed to defeat Rei not once, but twice now. Having read Sun Tzu's The Art of War long ago, during it's infancy as sheet metal in fact, it knew that one had to know their enemy. It had been something it'd observed throughout its daily functions as a household appliance, that whenever toast popped out, the girl would always jump a bit in shock. Why this was, it still didn't know, but it was certainly not averse to using it to its advantage.
So busy was it congratulating itself that it never took notice of the large metallic lump flying at high velocities towards it. It never realised its inevitable fate until it lay in pieces at the blue haired girl's feet. The girl holding a rather large looking mallet with duct tape surrounding its haft. Rei tightened her grip on smashie, after having recently brought it back from the brink of death as she surveyed the wreckage.
"Fucking Toaster."
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The meal itself was a rather boring event in the small apartment, thus, in the interests of expediency, we shall skip over it. Skip all the way in fact, to a good two hours afterwards. Shinji was seated in front of the idiot box once more allowing himself to wallow in the overly angst ridden thoughts that only fictional characters where capable of. Such things do tend to happen when all you are is an extension of your creator's negative self-image.
It was with these thoughts when he noticed motion from the corner of his eye. Turning towards it, he realised it was in fact Asuka, sporting an oversized T-shirt, a bowl of popcorn, and not much else. Stifling the inevitable blood flow from his nose such sights usually brought on, he looked at her quizzically.
"Shut up, this has nothing to do with you, I just like the movie is all, now scoot over, the couch isn't that big."
He of course obliged, sliding to the left to allow the girl some room to squeeze in next to him, normally he would have taken her comments at face value, moped for a bit, and let that be the end of it. But sometimes people need a little bit of a change, even in a regular day.
It was just a day like any other.
But maybe that wasn't all that bad.
After all, Asuka hated this movie, and the couch was, in fact, very large.
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-THE END-
(A/N) Well, that's it that's all folks, here ends the day, and thus the story a day in the life of has to go with it. Hope all of you enjoyed it, if you're wondering why then end came sooner than expected, well one it's shorter than most, and two, you see I started writing and didn't seem to stop until it was done. I also tried to end it a Waffy note, I really hope it worked out. I actually had a fun time writing this one, not really having to worry about mood or plot progression leaves you free to just screw around with descriptions as much as you want, which is always the most fun part of writing anyway.
I'll come back with something a bit more serious later, until then, I shall retreat to my mountain top in order to ponder how the hell I'm going to do that..
So one final thanks to all those who have reviewed, as well as all those who very well may at a future date, I honestly don't think many people would write if they never got any feedback, so three cheers to you guys for perpetuating this whole site.
Also Rioes for encouragement as well as finding all the little things (or, for that matter, big things) that I otherwise would have missed, giving this fic at least a bit of professionalism… "Cough, cough"
So yeah, that's all, I hope this made you smile,
and until next time,
Have a good one eh.