Disclaimer: Nope, do not own Evangelion.
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Shinji stared at the liquid in front of him.
It was dark green in colour with a continous swirl of murky yellow. On the surface lied a thick layer of oil and at the bottom lied a solid of a shape unknown to the young pilot.
Shinji looked up to the women in front of him with a look of perplex.
"Misato, this is..." the sentence trailed off, giving the cue for Misato to complete the sentence, his finger pointing towards the ailen substance.
"Soup, Shinji. Miso Soup." Misato replied, she smiled gently before breaking into enthuaism, "What are you waiting for, then? Drink up!"
Shinji wanted to protest and looked at his guardian, disbelief written all over his face. But Misato still stared, her eyes glistening with hope and her smile shinning with enthuasim. Under the gaze, Shinji just sighed and picked up his spoon.
An order to the toliet was soon to be ensued...
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EPILOGUE
Taking a small portion of the liquid (Shinji refused to call it 'Soup'), he mentally took in a deep breath, many thoughts went through his mind, but all revolved one thing and dived the spoon into his mouth...
...And he convulsed, abruptly standing and making a bee line to the toliet.
All these are in a matter of seconds before the sounds of vomitting ensued and the sounds of rushing water followed after that, accompanied by the sounds of wheezing from a fourteen year old teen.
Misato stared dumbfoundly at the soup and winced a little at the predicament of Shinji.
"Oh, come on. It can't be that bad." Misato mumbled, partially hurt by the rude reaction from her charge. Shrugging her shoulder, she dived the spoon into the soup, scooped it full and place it into her mouth...
The apartment was then once again filled with the sounds of vommiting accompanied by the sounds of the rushing water.
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Author's note:
Humour sat on the wall. Humour rocked a little. Humour fell down to the ground flat, and in La La Land, the author can be seen running away from the hails of flames...
Well, here comes the second slice, no sugar, no icing, nothing, except for fats. (If you get what I mean..)
If anyone finds this piece not humourous at all, then allow me to apologise.I'm still experimenting on what genre I'm suited best, so thus, please bear with me. I'm still trying to rid my system of the tragedy of early puberty...
By the way, thanks Vic for your review.