Answer 1: Definitely not!
Answer 2: Only god knows!
Answer 3: I haven't found that damn sock yet!!!
All right, you probably enjoyed the first chapter. If you have not, perhaps we can change that in this chapter. I was actually surprised, I've received more or less good reviews! Thanks to you all!
Disclaimer: I still own my underwear, my shirt and my lucky egg! Evangelion, it's characters and Fort Knox are unfortunately not in my possession. (Partly Gainax's belongings!)
"RUN FORREST, RUN" This is in speech (means, what people say out loud / those voices that tell you to do bad things!)
'I love women' This is in thought (means, what people think, mostly to themself)
-:I am lonely:- This is people talking over a phone or any other communication device.
Sneeze sniff This is what people actually do, in mid sentence. Usually people use stars, but FFdotNET WON'T LET ME USE 'EM!!!
-\-\-\-\-\-\- flashback -\-\-\-\-\-\- This is the start of a flashback
-/-/-/-/-/-/- flashback end -/-/-/-/-/-/- is the end of a flashback.
!(A/N: I am no sadist... i just like torturing Fanfic characters!)! This is what I, the almighty author, am telling you reader directly.
Did someone ever tell you, that you can NOT lick your own elbow? Yann-kun can!
Yann-kun: That I do! Poses GO ME!!
Chapter Two. Good Old School
Shinji entered the assembly hall and was on his way to class, when it happened. He was running through the corridors as he slipped at the top of some stairs. His enormous tempo and uncle gravity did the rest. Shinji rumbled down the stairs, rather painful. Landing, his rear first, he couldn't catch a breath.
"Hey, you all right?" someone asked him.
"Not painful moan really..." He stretched his back and you could hear his spine crack several times.
"I thought everybody would be in class, so I started mopping. I am really sorry." Shinji looked up and recognized the man as the janitor.
"Don't worry, it fits perfectly into my day." Shinji said with a faint smile. The man helped him up, tapping off the dust and dirt from his shirt.
Shinji mumbled something and continued his way to class, slowly! He could see his classroom door.
'It can only improve…'
As he opened the door, he was proven otherwise. A fist, Shinji was not sure who it belonged to at this time, hit him in the face. Shinji was pushed back and down.
Shinji was unconscious. He was dreaming. Something of a tropical island, a jukebox and a fishing pole.
"Perhaps we should get the nurse here?" a female voice stated unsure, far far away from Shinji.
'Voices?'
"He's tough, he won't need a nurse!" Shinji knew that voice. One of his friends. The voices seemed to come closer
"Why the hell did you hit him?" Shinji recognized that it was Hikari who was scolding someone, as usual.
"Hell, I haven't seen him! I wanted to hit the door. I – am - sorry, alright???" Toji said. The voices were now just around him. Slowly he opened his eyes.
"Hey pal, you alright? I am real sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I was angry and-"
"Help him up or I will make you clean the school for the rest of the year!" the class rep interrupted in her commanding voice.
"Here dude, grab my hand." Toji offered.
Shinji, still squinting, grabbed his best friend's hand and was pulled up.
"As I said, I am sorry. I didn't mean to-" Shinji interrupted him.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault. This is simply not my day." he said with a smile. He stretched his arm out and wanted to lean against the door. But the touch of the door was odd. He didn't see the door, but he saw everyone staring at him with a look of fear and pity.
'Strange... a soft, warm and comfy door?'
Just then he realized.
"It's warm, it's soft and judging your glares, it will cost me my life."
The next thing he realized was a foot, spinning through the air and kicking his head.
Kensuke Aida was stooping to pick up some pencils. As he looked up, he saw his friend and favourite EVA pilot flying over him to the other end of the room. Shinji had a rather painful impact with a metal closet.
Again, Shinji Ikari was dreaming about a tropical island and stars whirling around in the sky...
"Shinji, are you all right?" somebody asked him.
Shinji opened his eyes. He was again squinting.
"Mother???" he asked in the voice of a drugged lunatic.
A slap brought him back to reality.
"Hey devil, will ya stop it? He's already on the ground, all right? Go on and terrorise somebody else."
Shinji could hear another slap. His view focused. Toji was now kneeling next to him. His cheek had a nice red impression in the shape of a hand.
"Come on, I'll accompany you."
"To where?" Shinji mumbled, still a little out of it.
"Sickroom of course! Take a look at yourself. Those glass shards were not doing any good." Toji said and pointed at Shinji's right arm.
"Glass shards?" Shinji wasn't quite up to it yet.
"You're bleeding my friend. Look at your arm!"
Shinji did. The sleeve of his right arm was torn and blood red. His forearm had cuts; some of them were quiet deep.
"Go ahead, I'll be right behind you..." Shinji said quietly as he was standing again.
So, Shinji Ikari and Toji Suzuhara were heading down the corridors.
"What did you mean with this is not my day?" Toji asked confused.
"You wouldn't believe it anyway. Bad thing is, it's getting worse."
They arrived and Toji looked for some bandages. Meanwhile Shinji walked over to the window and relaxed a little.
"I don't believe it. We've got splints, antibiotics, swabs, a thermometer, some blue strange looking pills and even crutches, but guess what ain't got!"
"Bandages and a nurse?" contered Shinji, already knowing the answer.
"What kind of nurse office is this? Where is the nurse??" Toji was angry again.
"Well, it has almost stopped bleeding, so I think we can go back."
The next few minutes were almost normal. Except for that incident with Shinji's laptop, may it rest in peace. Finally, the school bell announced the break.
Shinji, with an empty stomach and bad tempered, was one of the first in the canteen. He choose a good looking hot-dog.
"What would you like on your hot-dog?" the good looking woman behind the counter asked.
"Everything… the more the better" was Shinji's rather simple answer.
Equipped with a crammed hot-dog he took a seat next to Kensuke, who had his own, homemade lunch with him.
"How the hell could you crush your laptop?" Kensuke whined puzzled.
"See, I was just turning my head to look out of the window. Somehow, my fucked up arm turned as well and BANG, it was over..." Shinji just wanted this day to end as soon as possible.
"You know, being around you could be dangerous if it keeps up like that!"
"No, the bad luck is on my side. Completely." Shinji leaned back on his chair.
!(AN: You know that teachers keep telling you to not tilt with your chair for a reason, right?)!
Shinji, oddly, felt relaxed. No painful incident for forty minutes now. He exhaled with sigh and leaned back a little more. And exactly at that point, good old uncle gravity struck on Shinji.
His collision with the ground was not that painful, but as he took a look at his chest, he began cursing again.
"Fuck it, I have enough of that shit..." Shinji was charged up; and not unprovoked. A giant spot of ketchup-mustard-whateversauce covered his chest. Now he really looked like a bum who got shot. He stood up, tension in the air.
"You know, perhaps you should go home." Toji advised with some concern.
Shinji seated himself back on the chair. He was breathing deep for half a minute before he spoke up again.
"Give me an Angel, I want to let loose on something... or someone."
Both of his friends moved a bit away from Shinji. It was not his words, which they feared, it was the insane look in his eyes.
"Shinji, you're scaring us. Please stop it." Kensuke pleaded with shaking hands.
Shinji calmed down a bit and was about to eat his hot-dog, but it somehow did not look edible anymore so he threw it away. The three stooges were talking about some mindless things for the rest of the recess. The school bell rang and they all stood up.
"Let's have a look, what fate has for me next..."
They walked back to class.
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Will Shinji's bad luck improve or will it keep its current level? Will devil show up again? My Sock???
Wait for the next chapter or break into my house! ... on the second thought, please wait for it... ;-)