Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Eva.

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Shinji Ikari did not know how to react.

His teacher had sent him a package.

However, except for a box, there was nothing else sent from his teacher, no notes about the package, no cards of encouragement,.no letters of concern. Nothing, but a brown box.

The anticpation, upon this,died immediately, his shoulders slumped and his head hung. He did not know why, but he should have known it better. People just don't give a damn about him.

He then sighed and began to peel the duct tape which had been roughly and carelessly placed around the opening of the box. Opening the box, he eyebrows arched upward, eyes widened slightly and mouth agape.

The contents were a remanents of a bitter past: his childhood.

There were toy cars in it and various toy blocks thrown in for the mix, some crayons he had used when he was a child and even pieces of art he had drawn when he was small.

Picking one of them, he looked at it and his eyes softened, his shoulder slumped and his head hung low.

In the picture, there was a women, a men and a child in between with the word, 'mother', 'me', 'father' scribbled childishly on the paper. They were beaming.

Shinji just stared at the childish art.

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"I'm home." Misato entered the room, another work at the office, another day, another beer.

"Shinji?" Misato inquired as she felt the silence of the room; usually he would be watching television at this time around. Shinji was afterall, a human of habits.

Knocking on his door, Misato waited for an answer, however, she was greeted with silence. After several attempt, she decided to sneak a peek, just to sooth the gnawing anxiety. Opening a little gap, she peeked inside and sighed a relief; Shinji was lying on his bed, apparently asleep.

"Look like I've to make dinner myself." Misato sighed.

Unbeknownst to her, Misato did not notice a ball of crushed paper on the side of Shinji's bed.

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A/N: Well, I decided to haul my ass to wordpad and began to type another piece of crap. To my reviewers, thank you, once again for your input.

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