Neo genezis evangelion book 1

“Shinji!!! What IS THIS?!” I never thought that Katsuragi could be shocked by the most ordinary music... Well, okay, okay - not the most common... Imagine heavy rock... Very heavy by the standards of ordinary people. Where the so-called music is more like a wild mix of construction noise and jackhammer work, but at the same time with beautiful notes if you listen carefully. And on top of all this, instead of vocals, the heart-rending screech of a pig being dismembered by a chainsaw is the so-called scrimmage. An unprepared person is impressed by an extremely unpleasant and repulsive impression, but if you get involved... “... Ooo...is, Misato, is the Cradle of Filth band," I replied, rolling my eyes with pleasure, while the heart-rending screams continued to come from the speakers. And I can also sleep under it, it's been checked... I'm actually not a big fan of this particular band, but I like some of their songs, and it's kind of a joy to meet greetings from that world here. “Wait a minute," the captain crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on the jamb of the door leading to my room. “Are you saying that this shit is MUSIC?!” “Well, why shit right away,” I was even a little offended. “Just an amateur...” “More like a lover of perversion,” Misato's eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Shinji, this is not music, this is some kind of bullshit.” The soloist just let out a completely heart-rending squeal, as if he was being dropped by his ass on a red-hot spit... Through a meat grinder... From the fifth floor... I smiled. “Maybe so, but I like it," I said with the most honest eyes. “It's very martial music, you know...” Katsuragi looked at me with extreme skepticism, and finally stated: “Well, never mind. Just don't turn it on too loudly, or I'll get scared and start firing my gun. Into someone who will be nearby. Understood?” “Got it, got it," I grinned. Misato looked at me skeptically, and then turned around and left the room, muttering softly to herself: “No, the guy is positively a maniac - he even has martial music, he can drive into a coffin...” I began to dig further into the hard drive that Shigeru had given me-there were a lot of interesting and delicious things there, and "credits" were not the worst option for the captain's unprepared ear. Many bands, however, were unfamiliar to me, many wrote music that did not exist in my reality, I did not find many at all, but everything was just wonderful. I finally have everything I need to be happy... With a sly smile, I switched on the still playing "Saffron's curse" - the next on the list was the even crazier "Cthulhu Dawn". Get used to it, get used to it, Misato - I can't live without a brain drill anymore... *** Sunday, May 17th. It's a day off at school, so I woke up later - right at eleven o'clock, I was a little bit lazy, and then Misato returned from the car repair. My tactical commander's face literally beamed with happiness and contentment. “Well, Shinji? Get ready, take Ray and ida to practice!” She joyfully announced, standing on the threshold of the apartment. “That's it, I'm back on the horse!” “Has the car been repaired?” I asked. “Yeah," Katsuragi nodded contentedly. “Come on, come on, hurry up, digger!” “I can hear it from the cops," I snapped slightly, pulling on my tunic. "What's the rush?" “They brought a new weapon for Eva today, and don't you want to see and familiarize yourself with it?” The girl narrowed her eyes maliciously. “What? How? Where are the weapons? What kind of weapon? Come on, faster, faster!..” *** The captain's sporty Toyota Supra looked like new now, except now it wasn't blue, but bright scarlet, matching the color of Misato's favorite jacket. Ayanami squeezed into the back seat, I sat in the front seat, Katsuragi sat behind the wheel with the most satisfied look. “Are you ready?” The commander looked at me slyly. “Er-er-er…” Katsuragi started the car abruptly, pulled the lever of the hydraulic coupling and pressed the accelerator pedal.  I realized that something was wrong and quickly yanked on my seat belt-the disciplined Rey had been buckling herself in for a long time. I barely made it. The Supra took off right off the bat, and we raced through the not too crowded streets of Tokyo 3. It's a good thing that there aren't a huge number of cars here, and people prefer the light metro and other types of public transport... But not my commander. All these days, she had avoided this method of transportation on principle, preferring to be picked up by one of her colleagues before work - it seemed that the lack of personal vehicles caused Katsuragi truly inhuman torments.  But even the high command couldn't get her on a bus or subway. Although Gendo would probably have persuaded a dead, not legless girl... Misato's driving was clearly not less than a hundred kilometers per hour, and she drove completely godlessly, not really paying attention to the signs and traffic lights. Comrade commander got to his favorite toy... No, of course, I remembered from the TV series that she drives like the last reckless driver and a fan of Formula 1, but to ride with her in real life... Boom! I hit my head on the low roof of the car. Yeah! I was thrown to the side, and I hit the door hard. “M-misato," I stammered slightly. “Can you not drive like that?” “Can you stop turning on all the crap in my house?” Katsuragi retorted vindictively. “Oh, that's it!” I asked indignantly. “Oh, you mean that's it! And the fact that if it weren't for me, you still don't understand how horseless you would be - how is that?” “Well, why don't you understand how long - until payday...” Katsuragi spoke thoughtfully, but she slowed down. “Yeah, which would have been the turn of the previous one. That is, it was completely destroyed in the shortest possible time," I said sarcastically. “And anyway, this is now not only your house, but also my house, so stop all these dictatorial habits!” “Ha, and I haven't even started yet!” “Misato," I pleaded. “Well, at least you have to feel sorry for Ray, otherwise she's now also falling under the distribution...” “Oops...” the captain immediately stopped fooling around and glanced at Ayanami in the mirror. Rey, securely fixed in the back seat with a seat belt, sat absolutely calm and indifferent, and it seemed that the whole race did not affect her at all. Well, basically, that's how it was. “Okay, truce," Katsuragi calmed down, winking at me. “But then we'll continue somehow, and certainly.” “Hopefully then I'll be sitting in Eve and just swat you down with this wicked chariot...” I muttered to myself, but the captain's had very good hearing. “What did you say, you little bastard?” Misato muttered, accompanying each word with a smile and a sharp turn of the steering wheel from side to side. “To you... It seemed so... Comrade Captain...” In between tossing me from side to side, I managed to squeeze out. “Let's hope so," Katsuragi chuckled, satisfied with her victory, returning to a normal riding style.