Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ A new Point of View ❯ A new Viewpoint ( Chapter 1 )

Shinji came home from school and closed the apartment door behind him. "I’m home," he droned as he walked inside.

Misato was lounging in the kitchen area at the dinner table, drinking a beer, a usual sight in this apartment. "Hey Shinji, how was school?" Misato leaned back in the chair. She was wearing a tanktop and houseshorts, looking somewhat a mess, an image that was pure Misato.

"Ordinary," Shinji answered. He wandered into his room, set his schoolbag down, and walked back into the kitchen. Misato seemed to expect more of a comment, so he added, "Very ordinary."

Misato tapped the lip of her beercan with her fingernail. "Well, ordinary is good. Either that or a lull. Either way, its like a vacation."

Shinji sighed and sat in the chair facing Misato on the other side of the table. He stared morosely at the table surface.

"Oh, I ordered some Chinese food. it should be here in a few minutes." Misato took another sip of her beer.

Shinji silently sighed in relief. He knew it was Misato’s day to cook, but it was expected that she would order out on such days.

"So where’s Asuka?" Misato repositioned herself in her chair, crossing her legs over, the shorts riding up her thighs even more.

"She’s at Hikari’s house tonight, " Shinji responded, not lifting his head up. "Some sort of sleepover. She wouldn’t give details." He silently rubbed his chin, the spot where Asuka gave him a light slug when he asked. Apparently it was perverted for a boy to ask a girl questions about a sleepover.

"Ah, I see," Misato answered. "Well then, I’m afraid I ordered a bit too much...but that’s all right. Takeout is always good for a few weeks in the fridge." Shinji shuddered a bit, remembering the last time he cleaned the fridge. Misato’s estimates on food’s ability to keep were gravely mistaken.

As if to save Shinji from this one-sided conversation, the doorbell rang. "That’s the food!" Misato announced. She looked to her sides, and then shrugged. "Shinji, can you pay for it this time?"

Shinji didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. He was used to it, it was the usual yet again. He stood up and walked to the door.

The take-out delivery man was standing outside the door with several paper bags full of Chinese food. Shinji gave an apologetic smile and dug into his wallet, paid the delivery man, including as much of a tip as he could afford. "Thanks." He took the bags to the kitchen table, his spending money now thoroughly depleted for the week.

"Oh goodie!" Misato said. She grabbed one of the bags, opened it, took out many small paper boxes.

Shinji plopped down into his chair with a sigh as Misato giddily took her meal from the bags and started eating. Shinji looking at his legal guardian and couldn’t help but think of her as a big kid.

Misato looked up at Shinji from her feast, seeing the boy picking at a box full of noodles with a bored expression on his face. Misato couldn’t help but think the boy treated life too seriously, like an overly stuffed up adult. "What’s the matter Shinji?" she asked as she started eating again, albiet at a slower pace.

"Nothing," Shinji answered, taking small bites. Misato silently wished Asuka was here. The girl was a bit violent, but apparently it took someone like her to get this boy out of his shell.

"Oh lighten up, Shinji. You’re still a kid, just entered puberty. Enjoy it, that’s what I say, because sooner or later, you’ll be stuck in a corner of your life where you can’t enjoy it even if you want to."

Shinji just sighed again, shaking his head. "I just need some rest I guess," Shinji responded, taking a sip of water. Misato shook her head again at this boy.

"Shinji, these will be the best years of your life," Misato started, pausing to take another sip of beer. "I can’t help but feel you’re wasting them, being all gloomy and depressed. I didn’t do much at that age either," Misato started, realizing she was about to take the speech somewhere unwanted. "Anyways," she said, diverting her attention and train of thought, "if I were you, I’d be out there enjoying myself, not sitting at home, all mopey and passive aggresive."

"Well, I guess," Shinji answered without really answering. Misato sighed, crossing her arms. Then she spotted something on the table, a pair of fortune cookies. Misato gave a slight grin.

"Well, how about we look at our fortunes then, eh Shinji?" Misato said gleefully.

Shinji just shrugged. "Okay I guess." Misato gave a little smirk and picked up one of the cookies, sliding the other to Shinji. Shinji reluctantly took the cookie and cracked it, revealing the fortune written on a white slip of paper. Misato did the same.

Misato pulled out the slip and read it slowly, blinking. "You will look through life in a new point of view" she read. "Huh? That’s not much of a fortune. What’s yours say, Kiddo?"

Shinji read his as well silently first, then blinked. "Its the same,"

"Well, that’s strange," Misato thought, tapping the beercan’s lip with her fingernail. "Must’ve been a printing error."

"May I go finish my homework, Misato-san?" Shinji asked politely, half standing up.

Misato just nodded. This was a battle she couldn’t win tonight. Shinji quickly retreated back into his room and Misato finished her beer. Misato stood up from the table, collecting the uneaten and unfinished boxes of food and put them in the fridge, being sure to retrieve a can of beer at the same time. She popped the top and took a sip, retreating into her bedroom as well.

Without the usual entertainment of Asuka and Shinji bouncing off eachother, she might as well go to bed. She should rest up anyways; after all, she did have a medical exam tomorrow. * * * * *

"Man.." Shinji groaned in pain. He pulled the bedsheet off his head, not even caring enough to notice the lack of his SDAT. Weakly he cracked his eyes and immediately shut them, the bright light almost painful. Shinji opened his eyes slower, letting the light filter in, the thumping pain in his head setttling down as the bright light cleared, finding himself staring at a ceiling. It was very familiar to the usual one he now woke up to, but...the ceiling panels looked smaller.

Anyone else wouldn’t notice this or write it off, but Shinji had a strange habit of counting the ceiling panels every night. "This isn’t right..." Shinji whispered, then gasped. His voice sounded odd, different. He quickly sat up and immediately felt something shifting around on his chest from the sudden motion. "What the hell?" he whispered, then looked down at himself. His eyes widened.

"No..." he whsipered in shock, staring down at his body. Two large round mounds portruded from his chest, barely covered by a red nightie.

He brought his hands in front of his eys and gasped again. They looked so different, the fingers thinner, longer, the hand shaped more delicately. He experimently moved his fingers, watching them obey his commands. He made a fist, opened them up, and wiggled each finger. "This is...this is..." Shinji leaned his head up towards the ceiling again to look away from his hands and body and felt his hair brush against the back of his neck. "Please no," he whispered, reached for the hair and bringing a handful of strands in front of his eyes. "Purple..."

Shinji’s eyes sharpened as he put the pieces together. As the fear mounted in Shinji, he started breathing faster, harder, feeling his new chest heave with every breath. He started looking around the room, feeling quite weak, to confirm what he suspected and saw as he expected it was a total pigstye. "That means I’m.." Shinji said, looking around the room and finally spotted a mirror leaning crooked against the wall. In the glass there was the reflection of Misato, sitting up in her futon, wearing a red nightie, barely on her lithe form, her eyes wide in panick. "No...." Shinji whispered, his control slipping.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" Shinji screamed, gasping deep breaths of air in hopes this was some sort of mad nightmare. He looked away from the mirror at the mess that’s Misato’s room and continued gulping the air, his heart racing. The whole situation seemed impossible.

"This can’t be!" he shouted, as if to dare fate to fix this cosmic mess. "It just can’t! Misato!" Shinji shouted in her voice. "She can fix... she can... She can do... SOMETHING!" Shinji shouted, bolting up out of bed, only to fall flat face forward, the brunt of the impact spread across his new chest. "Oww!" he cried out, feeling his new sensitive bits slammed against the ground.

Shinji quickly rolled off his new chest and back onto the futon, cradling his new possessions. "Ow ow ow! This isn’t right!" Shinji shouted, rubbing them slowly like one would rub a punched shoulder. Shinji’s mind raced a million miles an hour as he tried to sort through how such an impossible event could happen, what could fix it, not realizing the pain was nearly subsided, his new hands still slowly rubbing the large bust, a warm sensation seeming to start, which seemed to help brace Shinji’s nerves. Within a few seconds, Shinji felt his nerves relax a bit. he still felt jumpy, but nowhere near as bad as a minute or so ago. Shinji slowly stood up, taking slower, smaller steps, using one hand to steady himself against the wall, the other was still lightly rubbing one breast, Shinji barely aware of what it was doing.

Shinji exited Misato’s room, still using a wall as a crutch, every step was so alien, this new center of gravy and weight was so different. Shinji looked around the darkened apartment, amazed at how much taller he seemed now. Shinji took two more steps when he heard a loud scream coming from his old room. ’Misato!" Shinji said, taking a hastened step, but feeling his new balance almost fail, cluching the wall. Shinji’s mind felt somewhat slower at the moment too, groggy, a side effect of the alcohol the previous owner left.

"Misato!" Shinji shouted again, making his way to his former bedroom, reaching the sliding door.

"I’ll be right there!"

Shinji tugged on the door, sliding it open, to see his former body looking scared, confused, and breathing heavily, boxers down, eyes locked on Shinji’s former apparatus. Shinji blushed and turned away embarassed. "Misato, is that you?"

Shinji’s old head turned up and Misato shouted back, "Of course its me! I woke up feeling all alert and sharp and with THIS!" she shouted, motioning down to Shinji’s morning wood.

Shinji blushed deeper. "Misato-san, can you please put my boxers back up?!"

Misato gave a small grin. "As soon as you stop pawing my boob."

Shinji blushed even deeper and pulled the left hand off the breast. He hadn’t even realized what he had been doing. "S..sorry Misato-san..."

Misato looked around at this situation, breath calming down a bit. "Alright, we need to evaluate this. Our first priority is to get this fixed, right?"

Shinji nodded weakly, feeling his new long hair swish with every move of his head. "R...right!"

MIsato stood up, still not pulling the boxers up. "Alright, our seconrd priority is that no one except five other people should know about this, got it? Don’t tell anyone." Shinji nodded again, weakly.

Misato sighed. "Yes. You, me, the commander, Ritsuko, and...ok, four. Also," Misato added, leaving the room, "at least my third priority is to...ahem...take care of this..." she finished, entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, leaving Shinji behind, wide eyed.

Shinji followed to the bathroom door knocking on it with the back of his new fist. "Misato-san! That’s my... my... thing! I can’t believe this!"

Shinji felt the panic starting to fill him again, a frantic tone was on the edge of his new voice. Misato on the other hand shouted through the door, "I know...and its quite big for your age, Shinji..."

Shinji gave a frantic groan, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, sitting on the floor. "This is crazy! I have BREASTS!" Shinji’s panic was not abating.

"I know!" Misato shouted through the door. "And they’re fabulous if I must say so myself. Just treat them well! Ugh!" Misato shouted through the door. "All right, Shinji! I’m about done in here!"

Shinji’s eyes widened again. "Misato-san, are you... with my...?"

Misato gave a laugh that had a slight condescending tone to it. "Shinji, please. I’m not inexperienced with these things....of course I never had the pleasure to feel one go off firsthand..."

"All right, all right!" Shinji shouted, shutting his eyes tightly. He didn’t want to dare hear what Misato did to his body.

"So, Shinji-chan," Misato continued through the door, the sound of the toilet being used in the background, "Think it would be alright if I took the day off of school for you?"

Shinji’s eyes snapped open. "Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Shinji panicked. "My make up test’s today! And its the last day I have to take it!"

Misato shouted back, "You want me to go to school for you, Shinji?"

Shinji crossed his arms, at least attempted to, his bust getting in the way. "Can you please, Misato-san? Please?!"

Misato mused from behind the bathroom door for a minute about what she said the other day, about if she was Shinji’s age again. "All right Shinji-chan," Misato started, making an emphasis on the ’chan’, making Shinji wince, "but you have to do a favor for me as well."

"Favor?" Shinji asked, still trying to cross his arms, frustrated at owning such a large set of breasts at the moment.

"Nothing like that, Shinji-chan," Misato said back sweetly, which sounded strange in Shinji’s old voice. "Just go into NERV this afternoon.. around one-ish, and go into Ritsuko’s office and say you’re there for ’your’ annual gynecological exam."

"Gynecological exam?" Shinji asked. He knew he heard this term before, but didn’t know where, or what it meant.

Yes, Shinji. Don’t worry, its routine." Misato reassured the teen in her body.

Shinji knew he had to get that test made up, and weighed his options. "Alright, Misato-san." Shinji answered, "I’ll go in for your exam."

At that instant, the bedroom door opened, Shinji confronted by his former face, but with a wide grin, boxers up. "Good to hear," Misato said. "Well, I better get ready for school, then. And you have the day off until my exam, all right, ’Misato-san’?" Misato said, seeing Shinji make her face cringe. Shinji was forced to nod however as Misato went into his former room.

Shinji sighed to himself again, feeling his new bust lift with the breath. The sensation was so alien...different. Shinji knew guys weren’t meant to feel these things and retreated to Misato’s room, to take his mind off these sensations before they drove him mad. As soon as Shinji entered, however, he was confronted again at something truely disturbing: the mess in Misato’s room. However, a part of Shinji saw the mess as a blessing... as a neat freak, Shinji always took some small pride in cleaning, perhaps he take his mind off this very adult body by straightening up Misato’s room.

Shinji went back into the kitchen to grab a trash bag. He looked up to see Misato leaving his room, dressed in his usual school attire.

"Don’t wait up, ’Misato-san’" Misato said gleefully as she left the apartment.

Shinji sighed without a word, trudging back into the mess, armed with a plastic bag, and set to the impossible task of cleaning Misato’s room. * * * * *