Disclaimer: I do not own Eva. Sadly, Eva owns me.
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Shinji Ikari never had any preference in life. Likewise, he did not dislike anything at all.
He just did things for the sake of people.
He went to school because Misato and everyone told him too and thus, he went.
He cooked because he felt that Misato coud not cook up a proper meal and that Asuka never liked cooking. Thus, he took up the task as he was the only one capable of doing it.
He piloted Eva because he was told to do so. He wanted to be well-liked, he craved for the affection that was depreived ever since he was young.
By piloting Eva, he instilled a sense of existance.
By piloting Eva, he felt a sense of identification.
By piloting Eva, he felt a sense of satisfaction, piloting to save, piloting for praise.
What's wrong with it?
Now that Eva was gone, what am I going to do?
That was the thought that haunted Shinji's mind as he stared at the night sky. It was few hours after the dreaded Third Impact, and there on the beach of the crimson sea, lay the one boy who was responsible of saving individuality.
What am I going to do?
He sat there and reflect. Now that Eva was gone, father was gone, his teacher was gone, how was he going to survive? How was he going to carry his life?
I don't know. I don't know what am I going to do.
Shinji was perplexed and confused. He felt his hands clenching and unclenching. He felt the throbbing pain in his head, the sense of fear slowly creeping in his vein.
Help me. Help me, anyone! Help me, Asuka, Misato, Touji, Kensuke, Kaji, Miss Akagi, father, mother!
His instincts told him to abandoned this forsaken place and run away. Run Shinji, run! The instinct whispered softly, urgency evident in its tone.
Run away? No, I musn't do that. I musn't run away. I musn't run away.
Why? If you don't, you will feel pain and you hate it, don't you?
Shinji widened his eyes. Not from fear, but from realisation.
Yes, I hate pain, I fear it. But I must live with it, I must cherish it.
Why?
"Because love is pain, living is pain and to live is to change afterall." Shinji mumbled aloud, his lips curving slightly into a sad smile. That's the basic principle of life because by feeling pain, I would be happy.
And that's the most beautiful thing about life?
Yes. Afterall, this is now my heaven, not hell.
So thus, under the night sky, young Ikari made a decision. He did not know what to do, neither he had any idea of his life ahead of him. However, he would continue to live, continue in the search of himself, in serach of others and to feel pain again.
It's worth it. Shinji thought, as he closed his eyes to sleep.
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P.A.R (Post author rants):
For those that are reading it in the first time, I welcome you to the worse and the most dull fanfiction in the world wide web. Slices of Life has only twp purposes, and that is to help to get my characterisation of the characters straight and also to exploit personality of the characters without making them out of character.
Hopefully, this is a bit more uplifting than my previous installment. Seriously, I really need to get out of the teenage angst phase, it is starting to irritate me. No, correction: frustrate me.
By the way, you could see that I did not include Asuka in. That is because I can't find any place to insert her in the story. So I apologised for that.
Well, onto the story. Reading it, I felt that I just broke the key-rules of wrtting fiction and fanfiction:
Thou shalt show, not tell.
Thou shalt not go 'out of character'
And finally the most important rule of all:
Thou shalt not write crappy fictions. Period.
Go, Goon Du.
Lastly, feel free to review . Remember: A review a day, keeps the author's misery at bay!
Until next time?