Broken Stream

The ringing of the alarm clock, the chirp of birds in the trees outside, and the constant thumping of the bass from the upstairs neighbor. This is what I have to deal with every morning, for the past 2 years. My hand went down on the snooze button of the infernal clock and I slowly sat up on my bed. If one person was to ask me, Shinji, why are you living in a dank apartment in the middle of Tokyo 3 with furniture from a Salvation Army, and a interior design of a morgue? I would probably have to tell them to shut up, then proceed to throw myself off the mountains north of here. Its not that I hate my life, no, I'm far from depressed. I call it disappointment. For some reason I can't seem to be happy, more or less it seems that I've been experiencing deja vu everywhere. Man, look at me babble, I completely forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Shinji Ikari, I am a 21 year old young adult with too much on his mind and too little to show for it. For as long as I remember I have been living in the middle of Tokyo 3, in one of those apartment complexes. My meaning in "those" is that it was built after the last disaster that happened here. An earthquake hit the city with such force that it completely demolished everything in the side that I'm living at. Funny thing is, I don't remember it. Not alot of people do. It's in the history book, along with apparently several different disasters that happened. I never questioned it, even though its in my mind a lot. As far as my employment, I work for some new age company called NERV. I'm a tech designer for some secret project. A project that was deemed classified, and from what it looks like, I'm working on a giant arm of a thing. It's weird but again I don't question it, I remember I worked there the whole time. Believe me when I say it sucks.

I slowly threw my legs off the bed and stand up. Scratching the back of my head and stifling a yawn I walked toward my small bathroom. Look in the mirror like I do every morning and see myself. I don't like myself, more so what I've become. I always thought I was destined for great things, instead I'm a tech-bitch in some stupid company. Turning the facet on, I pick up the toothbrush and put a healthy amount of paste on it. I start working on my teeth while looking at myself. Spiting and rinsing, I trudge into the kitchen. I never drink coffee in the morning, I always make breakfast though. I'm the only person that lives here but I make enough for 3 people. Its not even traditional Japanese, some of it looks European. Every time I shop I just subconsciously by different verity of foods and bring it back. Funny thing is, for three years now, I have been setting an extra plate next to me. I put the European food on that plate and the Japanese on mine. Now any normal person would see something wrong with this. I don't. Its almost like a reflex. A uncontrolled reflex, like a heartbeat. I just don't have any control over it. Usually I eat both dishes, because I know whoever I'm waiting for isn't going to show up.

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I run out of the apartment, I don't bother locking it. Theres nothing of value in there anyway, aside from the bed. Flying down the stairs like I always do, greeting whoever is in my way. An elderly lady smiles as I run down waving my goodbye to her. I exit the building and jump off the stoop into the sidewalk. I proceed to casually walk down the street to the same train station I've been going to get to work. I walk up the stairs to the main platform and wait there for the next train to come flying through.

"Hey, when is the next train coming in?"

My head turns toward the red headed woman talking to one of the workers. There is it again, I envision different scenes in my head. Her face, her screaming, her agony, her lying naked beside me, and her smile. I shake my head and look down at the tracks. I have a problem, I have an overactive imagination. I seem to envision people in different lives. I passed it as insanity, I actually went to a shrink about it. The NERV shrink, Ritsuko Akagi, told me that I am repressing my life and how apparently bad it is with made up illusion in my head to counteract the distress I feel from day to day. At least thats what I got from it when I told her that I had dreams of giant robots and monsters that looked like rejected designs of hentai characters. She would just smile and prescribed me a medicine that'll elevate my mood. Like hell, I took it. I knew I wasn't insane, I knew I was a bit off but I knew I wasn't insane. I dealt with my imagination on my own accord. Like for instance the red head that was talking to the worker walked and stood right beside me. My imagination was going but I learned to ignore it.

"It's my first time here".

I turned to her, she was shorter then me so I had to look down on her. For some reason I kind of figured she didn't like to be looked down on.

"Welcome to Tokyo 3, a place a level above hell" I said apathetically, I was surprised when she giggled.

"You work for NERV don't know?"

I looked at her suspiciously as she lifted her hand and pointed at my NERV name tag. I let out a laugh and rubbed the back of my head.

"I'm sorry, its way to early for me".

"I know the feeling. I just started working there today" she turned slightly sideways to show her name tag, which was conveniently pinned on her chest. The guy in me, looked at the name tag and the ample breasts at the same time. Sadly, I think she caught on to what I was doing.

"So... Asuka? Where are you working at?" I tried to avoid the sideway glance she was giving me.

"NERV... like I said, what are you an idiot?"

Those words triggered more images, more images of her, yelling at me, kissing me, hugging me, and the last one crying over me. I shook my head and pointed an annoyed look at her.

"I meant to say which department?"

She let out a grin and turned toward the tracks. "I'm working in the tech department".

"Well, looks like I'm not going to be walking into work alone".

She gave me a smile, I don't know if it was relief at the fact she found someone that works in the same department or the fact that she had inconveniently made a friend in the train station that happens to work in the same building and department as herself. Sometimes I laughed at my luck, or lack there off. But right now I have had to be thinking that fate itself, is giving me a break for once in my life.

The train pulled in, and I noticed her hair flying everywhere. I felt her hand grab my sleeve as she pulled me into the doors as they closed behind me.

"Mein Gott, you really aren't a morning person" she said laughing.

I let out a smile as a sat down on one of the benches, she proceeded to take the next one to me.

"So", she started while kicking her feet a little, it reminded me of a child, "what's your name?"

"Shinji. I didn't say it, did I?"

"No, you didn't" we both started laughing.

This was getting weird, I'm right next to a stunning red head goddess and all I can think of was that I knew her from somewhere. But where? And how? What the hell is happening?

"Shinji? Did we meet before?" I looked up at her and the expression on her face was that of confusion.

"I don't know, I can't say we have?" Oh lord, how I wanted to tell her everything that I'm going through right now. To be able to know that someone else is going through the same thing that I am, would be a godsend.

"Oh, jeez. Sorry about that, deja vu kind of thing you know? Hee hee." she laughed nervously and started staring at the floor. Fate 1, Shinji 0.

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We both walked out of the train and onto the platform. She looked lost so I just took her hand and started walking through the groups of drones. She looked a little flustered about it but she didn't say anything. We walked up to the elevator and stood waiting.

"You can let go of my hand" she said with a faint blush on her face as I quickly let go of her hand.

"Sorry..."

Again more images started flooding into my head and when I looked at her she seemed to be going through the same. We both looked at each other but didn't say anything. The ding of the elevator broke our concentration. She walked in first.

"So, are you going to give me a tour of this place?" she said with a smile.

I smiled back as I walked in.

"Sure, why not".

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End Chapter 1: Introductions.

Disclaimer: Don't own Evangelion

Expect some OOCness

Kind of a take on this, got the inspiration from Eternal Sunshine in a Spotless Mind.

Will finish the Naruto story when I know where its going