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What an incredibly shitty week...

I mean, Taro's whole life was rather shitty to begin with ever since he was born. After all, his family was arguably one of the most dysfunctional in the entire Saitama district. He had a crack-addict for a father and a mother that was just barely getting by off of a salary that just allows them to live in a run-down little apartment. They just only had barely enough money to live off basic food and to pay rent, which even then was part of a sympathetic offer coming from the landlord. He was a nice enough landlord to offer his family a little breathing room. While he enjoyed hanging out with his mother and having her drive around to the mountains on Sundays, the same couldn't be really said about his father.

Especially due to what happened just two nights ago...

Taro knew his father was a psychopathic maniac... he knew the physical and verbal violence he would do to his mother. He can remember the screams and pleads coming from his mother for him to stop, he remembers the rapid drilling noises of plywood being stuck to the door, and he remembers the insanity oozing from his father's very mouth, from every word, letter, syllable, even his breathing was unbearable. But not even that could prepare him for the day when everything went straight to hell...

A hell he doesn't belong to in the grand scheme of Satan's bile evil.

But of course, 'Angels of Life' had other plans for the vengeful Taro. Now here he is, inside a small, cramped-up bus, alongside several other similar misfits with the sound of some American Rock Band singer coming from the speakers, all while on their way to work for NERV... the same place where his mother worked at. If it weren't for Misato finding him in such a disgusting and infant position just after trying to protect his mom from the devil's rage hours before, he might've just accepted death right there in his room. But maybe he should've stayed. He couldn't get the freshly cut wound from his mind... it just felt too raw for him to recover at the moment...

If he can ever recover that is.

However, before he might've just gotten up and punched the nearest person next to up, Taro hears the bus stop by a station. With a silent sigh, the boy picks up his duffle bag, courtesy of NERV itself, and carried his stuff outside the bus. His face was grizzled and harsh, clearly not interested in talking at that moment. His mouth didn't move an inch upwards as he walked down the steps to meet with the Captain, the same one who found him in his miserable state just earlier. 

Suddenly, Taro pauses to look up as he sees a UN Fighter Jet roaring by overhead, followed by the sounds of a missile being launched. Shortly after he feels the violent shockwave coming from where it faintly exploded. Misato roared panically for the pilots to get into the next bus as the rest quickly got into the bus. But Taro didn't enter immediately, as he takes a second to find out what the missile was hitting... granted the buildings made it impossible for him to tell. His mind instantly played back a faint voice almost after the aftershock hit... 

[i][b][color=f7941d]"I'm... HOOOOOooooome!"[/color][/b][/i] the voice echoed while having an ugly twisted and corrupted tone, followed by the cackling of some insane and creepy chuckling that echoes through his head as if it was a cave.

That voice... that voice made the boy cringe to the point where he felt his lips flare up in anger. Did that voice really belong to him? Before he can confirm this or not, his mind suddenly warps back into the reality of the situation. Of course, he didn't just stand there like some deaf person as he immediately entered the bus right afterwards.

[color=gold][b][i]"Where's my Unit?"[/i][/b][/color] Taro hears coming from one of the other teenagers.

Oh they're there alright... and Taro would be lying if he wasn't thinking the same thing...