Lost HER Muzak: A Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction Story

Lost HER Muzak: A Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction Story

by

C V Ford

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Slipping the cassette into the SDAT, Asuka snapped the lid into place. Picking up its' former occupant, she examined it with a mild disdain.

"Hmmph!" She hmmphed. "This dipwad has no real taste in music at all. Kyu Sakamoto? I swear ... These Japanese have no idea what real music is like.

"Though ... that 'Sukiyaki' sure fits him to a T!" (1)

Leaving his room, the redhead sat at the kitchen table and started leafing through the magazine thereon. Smiling to herself, thinking of the fun soon to be had.

She found the old cassette in a box full of them at a thrift shop toward the outskirts of Tokyo 3. A second thought wouldn't have been given if one of them hadn't grabbed her attention. Her quick blue eyes caught a glimpse of the label.

German?

Snapping it up, she gave it a quick once over. German songs? Yes ... The songs were in German all right. Of a kind not exactly fun, party music. A reminder of home albeit a quite negative one.

On her first hmmph of the day she was about to put it back when an idea for pranking lit up her mind.

"Why not? Be an 'interesting' change from that krap he zones out to on that relic of his! Be interesting to see what his reaction would be."

Looking at the kitchen clock Asuka noted the time.

"About due back from those synch tests. Any minute and-"

As if on cue.

"I'm home!"

"Quiet dork brain! Misato's still sleeping. She's on duty tonight y'know."

"Right!" Shinji whispered, noting a groan coming from Misatos' room.

Having already showered at NERV test labs, Ikari headed toward his room.

"Okay," Asuka 'revving' up. "Three ... two ... one ... Cue the angry mob ... "

Of course it took a bit longer than that and was worth the wait.

"What the- Hey!"

Stomping out of his room, SDAT in hand, through the hall and living room to find a giggling Asuka hiding her face in the magazine.

"Y'know Asuka? I've often wondered about you," Shinji holding up the tape player, "and this pretty much confirms my suspicions."

"WHAT!?"

"Y'know what I mean ... Sadisma-chan ... your manner, the way you act toward me when no one else is around. The way you-"

The magazine hit the table with a resounding slap.

"I beg your VERY inadequate pardon!"

"I mean ... You're German, right?"

"I'm also Japanese!" Rising from the table, blue eyes flashing. "Just what are you not so subtly implying?! Just what-"

"HOLD IT! ... RIGHT THERE!"

Clad in characteristic skimpy cut-offs, the now harbinger of death that was Misato stood framed in the kitchen doorway. Lopsided leer/smile in contrast to downturned eyebrows.

"Oh ... Misato," greeted Shinji, embarrassed look. "You're up early, I mean-"

"Damn straight I'm up early. Who needs an alarm clock when-"

"These older folks so do need their sleep Shinji," explained the redhead in mock seriousness.

"Can it, you! All right ... kiddies! Just what is it this time. Just WHAT i-," cut off by herself in mid utterance, the Operations Chiefs' eyes on what Shinji held, she hissed, " ... Esss ... DAT!"

"Ist dass ... er ... DAT ein S Dat?" Asuka laughing. "Oh ja!"

"Uh ... erm ... " Not finding words, Ikari started lowering his arms as a prelude to hiding the player behind his back.

"Oh no ya' don't!" Katsuragi exclaimed grabbing the portable from Shinjis' grasp.

"Let's see ... uh ... hear what's on this thing now."

The young man, eyes rolling, stared up at the ceiling as Misato popped the ear buds in, a smirking Asuka looking on.

"Let's see what she makes of that," thought the redhead as the major hit rewind, backing the tape up a few inches.

"Heyyy! This isn't so bad."

Both the youngsters gaped at Misato, then each other, then back at the major.

"Kinda' military, right? I could march to this!" She proclaimed stepping in place.

"Don't know a lick of German but this sounds goood."

"You don't know!?" Both teens in unison.

"Know what?" Questioned Misato removing the ear buds.

"We just went over that in history class last week," Shinji started to explain.

"You'd think she'd know ... ," Asuka grinning from the safety of the tables' far side. "... considering how OLD she is."

Slowly Katsuragi turned, step by step, inch by inch.

"Watch it, kid!" Misato ominously warned, plucking out the earbuds. "I may have been born when cassettes were still going strong but that doesn't make me old! I'm only TWENTY NINE fer cryin' out loud!"

Instantly calming, the major paused, putting on a big grin toward Asuka.

"So's Kajiiiiii ..."

"Hmmph!" Arms now crossed, Asuka hmmphed her umpteenth hmmph of the day.

"So just what is it about this I should know?"

"Uh ... have a seat Misato," Shinji invited.

Sitting down, the NERV tac ops chief set the player on the table. Still on, the device played the last verse of the initial song on the tape, sound from the earbuds barely reaching the conversationalists:

Die Fahne hoch die Reihen fest geschlossen,

S. A. marschiert mit ruhrig festem Schritt,

Kam'raden die Rotfront und Reaktion erschossen,

Marschier'n im Geist in unsern Reihen mit.

END

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The lyrics are from the first and fourth verses of the Horst Wessel Song, the anthem of the National Socialist German Workers Party, aka the NAZI Party.

1. Ue o Muite Arukōu (namida ga kobore nai you ni) - (1963) - I Will Walk Looking Up (so the tears won't fall). Sung by Kyu Sakamoto. Lyrics by Rokusuke Ei and music by Hachidai Nakamura.

Americans "renamed" the song Sukiyaki as it was easier to associate even though the food hasn't a thing to do with the song.

This song figures greatly in the Studio Ghibli anime film, From Up on Poppy Hill.


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Lost His Muzak: A Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction Story

"Yeah ... Love that Spike Jones."

Lost His Muzak: A Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction Story

by

C V Ford


"Hmmmph!" Asuka hmmmphed as she came out of the shower and espied Shinji prostrate on his bed. "Just what is it he listens to on that antique anyway?"

It had been a gruelingly long last dance lesson session of the day and he had hardly improved in his co-ordination. Actually it was more the girls' impatience getting the best of her rather than any shortcomings on the young mans' part.

The present living arrangements were no help either. Their being cooped up together in this twin bed "hotel room" on base got on her NERVS the moment she was informed she would be imprisoned with this "animated turnip" for almost a week! Hopefully enough time to work out the unique tactics required to defeat Israfel(s), the seventh angel.

Insisting on "ladies first" when it came to showering, she quickly had taken over the bathroom before he could say even one word in protest and had been in there almost a solid hour. With nothing else but wait, Shinji popped the earbuds in and promptly went to sleep. Now the "obscene" tableau of a very relaxed and sweat grimed young man fast asleep greeted the fiery haired ones' now flashing blue eyes.

"On the verge of the end of the world and what does he do? Kicks back with that STUPID old SDAT, Walkman whatever and drops off the planet! I ... SWEAR ... I just ...! Hnnnngh!"

Ever since they met, she noticed he hardly ever parted with that old portable tape player when at home or on trips and now ... here. He seemed fine without it on missions and daytime functions. He seemed to use it a lot when sleeping or just spacing out. Just what was it about that thing he was so attatched to it? And always that one tape.

"Probably some kind of dorky J-pop or ... something," the girl thought. "These Japanese have no taste in music at all!"

Having already dressed in the bathroom (She'd absolutely DIE before letting the dipwad see HER naked!) she sauntered over to the low console shelves on the wall by her bed and selected a book.

Straightening up she examined her selection and paused.

That SDAT or rather what may be on it had her somehow intrigued.

"NO! I'm NOT gonna' check it out. I'M ABSOTIVELY POSILUTELY NOT ... NOT! .... HNNNNNGH!"

Slowly, Asuka turned ... step by step ... inch by inch ...

"It wouldn't hurt to check it out," the redhead reasoned. "Just find out ... what it is ... he listens to ..."

Reaching over she deftly plucked the earbuds from out the unconscious young mans' ears.

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Gaping at the screens in the monitoring room, Misato gasped.

"HO-LEE ... ! NO! ... ASUKA! ... DON'T!"

Launching herself from the monitors, the lilthe form of the NERV tac-ops chief mashed an alarm button before crashing out the door and down the hall.

"Dear God! ... Should have told her! ... Should have told her! ... SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER! OH! GOD!"

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On her second door crash of the day, Misato was filled with trepidation at the sight meeting her eyes.

A confused Asuka pressing the earbuds home, alternately staring in dumfounded amazement at Misato and a now twitching, gasping, choking abed Shinji.

"Quick!" Misato shouted, dashing over to the bed. "Help me with him!"

Tearing the earbuds off, Asuka helped prop the wheezing young man upright as Misato held him by the shoulders, shaking him awake.

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"You see Asuka," a concerned Dr. Akagi explained, "it's an extremely rare disease affecting the brain, symptoms of breathing difficulty similar to severe COPD. Only a few thousand cases worldwide ... The majority of which are European descent, blonde females."

The redhead turned to the now slumbering Shinji.

"Why didn't he ever say anything? All he had to do was-"

"He didn't want to trouble you with it," Misato put in. "You know how Shinji is. That, I guess, and possible embarrassment."

"Baka Shinji ..."

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Asuka lay on the bed opposite, pondering their predicament in general and Shinjis' in particular.

"If only," she thought, "but then ..."

Turning she looked across the rooms' short expanse at the now peaceful form on the bed opposite, earbuds again affixed.

All she could think of at that moment was what she heard on the tape. The soft new age muzak in accompaniment to the looped soundtrack of Misatos' voice:

"Breathe in ... breathe out ... breathe in ... breathe out ... breathe in ... breathe out ... "

END

"Congratulations! You got rid of that stupid SDAT!"

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Yeah, I know. Old blonde joke. But it seemed tailor made for Shinji and that
SDAT.

Storyline (only) copyright © 2-28-15 C V Ford

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