Disclaimer: Nope, do not own Eva.

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Touji Suzuhara had many principles and beliefs about being a man. A real man.

"A real man would never help, it hurts his ego, ya' know." he said as he held his head high with his arms folded.

"If a man gets pushed around by girls, then his a sissy," he said, but before petting on Shinji's shoulder, "Like you!"

And:

"A real man never dwell at the past!"

That last line struck a cord in his heart as he viewed at the black obelisk in front of him.

Kugimiya Megumi

1972 - 2004

"Wow, look at the dust collected." he sighed with the words were carried by a soft and gentle tone, which was unlike the usual rough-and-tough delivery.Lifting his hand, he swept off the dust which had made the obelisk their home for more than a decade.

"That's better," He smiled gently, as the polished surface of the black obelisk glistened under the afternoon sun, "Hello there, mother." he continued as he laid the flowers in front of the obelisk.

Staring at the name, Touji realised that he never had many memories about his mother. Those memories were like photographs torn in pieces: fragmented, still and vague, never complete, never whole.

However, despite being vague and all, Touji still felt a sense of peace and a sense of comfort as he now started to recollect those broken pieces.

A women with a friendly smile.

An embrace filled with warmth.

A tone so gentle and kind.

A scent. A scent of the flower, Calla.

And Calla, was what he had laid in front of his mother's grave.

Train of thoughts had collided with each other ever since he was chosen as the Fourth Child, the pilot of Evangelion Unit 04. Many had stemed from his well-being of his sister, to his family, however, it was the thoughts of his mother that had eventually led him here. The presence of the obelisk was enough to make him calm.

"A real man never dwell at the past!"

That advice was given by his father. His father whom he admired, his father who threw all the photographs related to his wife, his father who tried very hard to forget all about her.

"A real man never dwell at the past!"

The advice once again reverabated in his mind like an echo, he could picture his father's face when he said those words, those red-shot eyes, those quivering lips and those clenching fist.

A real man do dwell in the past, however, under the good light of it, dad.

With that Touji marched towards the train station, his face baring grim determination. He never turned back, never looked back, for he knew that the memories of mother were best placed in the heart.

Not in the grave.

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A/N: Oh my God, I totally mutilate Touji's character! I'm such a bastard!

Well, this is officially the last chapter of this story, meaning Slices of Life. From now onwards, Slices of Life will be grouped under different stories. Basically, each character would have their own seperate piece instead of mashing everything into one fiction. Reason being is that I felt that different readers like different characters, thus, by seperating them, I would probably get more constructive reviews.

Thus...

Track 25 and 26

"Slices of life" stories of Shinji Ikari.

Pride. Ego. I.

"Slices of life" stories of Asuka Soryu Langely.

Apartment 402

"Slices of life" stories of Rei Ayanami.

etcetcetc.

So what do you all think of the new arrangements?

Well, until then, review!