Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ A new Point of View ❯ What an interesting day ( Chapter 2 )

Misato walked into school, barely making it into the classroom as the final bell rang. "Well, that was close," she sighed. She glanced around the classroom, and saw only one chair...Shinji’s seat.

"Almost late, huh Shinji?" Asuka’s grin had a small taste of evil to it. Misato looked at the redhead for a second, then shrugged off the comment as she took Shinji’s seat.

"Hey Shinji!" Touji whispered, leaning in to his perceived friend. "What took you so long? Was Misato in a towel?"

"Huh?" Misato knew full well what the boys thought of her, but wasn’t aware they questioned Shinji so often about it. "Oh...Yes...that was it," She grinned. "She’s a fantastic woman you know..."

Asuka frowned, befuddled. Something was off with Shinji. Usually he made some sort of gloomy comment or shrugged his shoulders when she dug into him, but now he seemed to just ignore her comments. She couldn’t help but feel something was wrong with the boy.

Rei looked out of the corner of her eye at Shinji, noting the smile, the happy behavior, and could instantly feel that something was wrong with Shinji’s core. She kept quiet, however. She felt unable to confront Shinji...at least in public.

Asuka tapped her pencil against her desk, pondering this predicament. Perhaps one of her extra harsh comments would shock Shinji back to being normal...but not now. In between classes would be best.

Kensuke however at the moment kept his attention off the rather attractive girls in his class and back to who he saw as his friend, Shinji. "Whoa...So she walks around like that all the time?"

"Yeah, of course. Nothing to be ashamed of, especially if you look that fabulous," Misato went on, grinning on both the in and outside, eating up how these two teens worshipped her.

The teacher, however, quickly silenced the banter of the students. The other girsl in class kept looking at Shinji’s body, nothing his confident smile, the carefree look in his eyes, and started having thoughts of their own as the teacher went on with his lessons. * * * * *

Shinji had just finished packing the last of the old magazines and beer bottles into two separate plastic bags. A third bag had been used to collect dirty or questionable laundry.

Shinji sighed, amazed at his progress, then spotted a pair of shorts in the corner, the last bit of clutter on the floor. He bent down and picked them up, feeling a bit of weight in this article of clothing.

"That’s odd." As he held the shorts upside down, something heavy slipped out of the pocket. It hit the wood floor, and a strange buzzing sound filling the room.

Shinji looked down, confused, yet with a sense of dread at the same time, seeing the object buzzing agains the wood floor, moving in a small circle. The shape was, needless to say, familiar to Shinji. Shinji’s eyes widened as he realized what this was, and what it was for. "Oh my god..." * * * * *

Misato leaned against the school boundary fence, then slid down to the ground. "Oh, my ass is tired. Haven’t spent this much time sitting down since..."

"Yesterday?"

Kensuke and Touji had sat down, one each to a side. Misato shrugged. "Well, you know, I normally end up leaving early to pilot EVA-01."

"You didn’t yesterday. Or for the last week, for that matter." Kensuke adjusted his glasses. "Been quiet for quite some time."

"Yeah, I’m glad of the rest." She was sure it was true of Shinji, but it was completely true of herself as well.

"Well, we thought you should know that Asuka’s on the warpath."

"Again?"

Touji nodded. "Yeah. Apparently you did something perverted to her yesterday, and she’s still ticked about it."

"Really? I did something perverted yesterday?" She considered this for a moment, then asked, "What was it?"

Kensuke laughed. "No idea, you should probably ask Asuka."

"Shinji!"

She glanced up, to see Asuka standing over her. The girl’s posture screamed dissatisfaction: feet apart, back straight, fists on hips, scowl on face. Touji and Kensuke took her distraction to advantage, and left at very high speed.

Well, she could handle this girl. She did so every day, right?

"Hey, Asuka. What’s up?"

"What’s up? What’s with you today?"

It seemed that a friendly greeting was not the way to approach a disgruntled Asuka. Misato shrugged. "Just having a good day, I guess."

"After yesterday? After taking a make-up test?" She sneered. "I find that difficult to believe."

Misato shrugged again. "I find it difficult to believe you came to school today with no panties."

Asuka’s face turned purple. "How the hell--" She snapped her feet together. "Looking up my skirt again?"

"You stand that close to a guy when wearing a skirt, of course you’re gonna get peeped. You should know that by now. So why are you not wearing panties?"

"You gonna announce it to the whole world?"

"If you want."

Asuka snarled, and aimed a kick at her; she rolled out of the way, coming to a stand in the process. "Too slow." She ducked under a punch. "Still too slow."

Asuka paused, mouth agape.

"How--you never--"

"What? Dodged?" Misato shrugged. "Guess all that time in the EVA is paying off."

Mentally, she noted that she’d best not dodge the next attack; it wouldn’t do to blow her cover. But in the meantime, she needed to figure out how to deal with this situation.

~Got it...distract her. How...?~

And then the idea hit her. ~Hell, this’d probably make Shinji’s life better in the long run, anyway...~

"You know, Asuka, I’ve always wondered why you’re constantly pestering me."

"It’s because you’re a pervert," snarled Asuka.

"And you like perverts, right?"

Dead silence answered her.

Misato continued, undeterred. "You must like perverts; you are one, after all. Coming to school with no panties; you must ~like~ being peeped. You’ve been looking at me all day, too." She stepped closer to the somewhat stunned teenager. "Can’t take your eyes off me, eh?" She slipped a hand across the front of Asuka’s jumper. "Thinking what you’d do if I did something like--"

The fist caught her directly on the chin, knocking her back off her feet. She shook her head, and sat up gingerly, to see Asuka, face purple with embarrassment, standing with one fist--the one whose imprint now resided on her borrowed chin--raised in the air. Then Asuka lowered her fist, turned on her heel, and stormed off.

Touji grabbed her arm and helped her to her feet. "That was brilliant!"

"Well, it seemed that way at the time--"

"No, I mean it was! Grabbin’ her box like that! How did it feel?"

She shrugged. "Dunno...all I got was the front of the jumper."

"Ikari-kun," Rei said. Misato turned her attention to the albino girl. The two other Stooges looked shocked that she could get so close without either noticing. "May I speak with you, alone?"

"Umm, well, I gotta..." Kensuke started.

"Yeah, there’s that...thing," Touji continued. The two boys quickly scrammed.

Misato stood up on her new short legs, still trying to adjust to the pain in her borrowed chin. "So what’s up, Rei?" Misato asked, still carefree.

"You are not yourself today, Ikari-kun," Rei observed, her red eyes boring into Misato.

The former woman felt strange, now being at eye level with the girl. "Well, we all need a change of pace, Rei," Misato answered. She didn’t feel the need to challenge the albino’s theories. "Now, how about we discuss this in a place a bit more...private?" She gave a little leak of a grin.

"If you wish," Rei answered, not showing any concern.

Misato gave a wide smile, taking Rei by the arm. "Well then, follow me. I think I saw a janitor’s closet this way..."

Rei followed, not offering any resistance, Misato smirking the whole way to the closet. * * * * *

"Ugh!" Shinji grunted in the empty apartment, out of breath, breathing now labored. "Come on, Fit!" he sounded off in Misato’s voice. "Almost there..." Shinji said, struggling. "So close....!" And with one final grunt and pull, Shinji succeeded in getting the second trash bag through the doorway of Misato’s room. "Thank god..." Shinji muttered, feeling exhausted. He leaned against the wall, still dressed in the red nightie. He’d made an abortive stab at getting changed, but the simple fact was that the mechanics of female clothing had rattled him enough that he’d given up before he’d even started.

Shinji panted, wiping the sweat offf his new brow. "Man am I thirsty," Shinji whispered, walking to the ktichen, noting for the fifth time today that he was much taller now. Shinji opened the fridge, now bending down to look at the shelves and their contents. "Lets see here... just a few bottled waters, no fruit jucies or sodas... and beer..."

Shinji pondered a moment, unsure of what to choose. A strange ache filled him, however, and he reached for the beer almost automatically. With his other hand, Shinji took a box of chinese takeout from the previous night and closed the fridge with his butt, a movement Misato often did. He cracked the beer, took a sip, and promptly spit it back out.

"Why the hell does she drink this stuff? It tastes like rat piss!"

Nonetheless, the can continued to draw him, and he cautiously took another sip, swallowing this time. The bitter flavor settled in slowly, his stomach accepting with reservations. Shinji set the can and the take-out box on the table, moving back to the kitchen.

"Misato is really tall..." Shinji muttered, eyeing the upper cabinets, having to look way down to watch as his new hands opened the drawers, taking out a set of chopsticks. He grabbed the beer and the take-out box, and plopped down on the couch.

"Why the hell did she have to take my SDAT?" He grabbed a noodle from the box with the sticks. "At least I coulda had some tunes while I’m stuck here." He lifted the noodle to his lips, but his new reflexes played him false. The noodle bumped his lip, fell from the sticks, and dropped right down the front of his nightie.

"Ugh." The noodle was soaked in bean sauce, and had dropped right between his breasts. And here he’d managed to avoid thinking about those breasts for almost an hour. He reached down to grab the noodle, but only succeeded in dislodging it so that it now rested on his belly.

Shinji reached in deeper down the nightie, afraid to think of what his arm was surrounded by. He could feel the slippery noodle against his finger tip, Misato’s firm stomach as well, although Shinji tried to ignore that part. Shinji manuvered his new thumb down and tried to pinch the end of the noodle, only to feel it slide down off his stomach and down lower, causing a shiver as the cold bean sauce rolled against his soft skin. He snorted in disgust, and pulled the nightie over his head, tossed it to the side, grabbed the noodle and threw it across the room and straight into one of the open garbage bags.

And realized that he was now sitting on the couch, topless. Hell, damn near naked; Misato favoured very brief bikini-cut panties.

At least it isn’t a thong.

Small cheer. He now had an unrestrained view of Misato’s large breasts, each capped with a plump pink nipple.

Shinji’s face turned red and he immediately turned away, feeling flush. The bean sauce on his new stomach was probably warming up from his embarssment, he mused to himself.

Come on Shinji, nothing I haven’t see before... He recalled the incident at Rei’s apartment, which he could hardly catagorize as ’sexual’. Also, Rei wasn’t proportioned the same as Misato...not by half.

His throat felt dry; he picked up the can of beer and tried to empty it in his mouth in one swig. The excess poured off his lip and down his chin, neck, and the valley he now possessed, causing a shiver. The alcohol warmed him internally, despite its chill. He grabbed a handful of paper towels and started to quickly wipe off the residues he accumulated on Misato’s skin, as if he was cleaning away evidence. The rough paper texture quickly picked up the bean sauce and absorbed the thin stream of beer on Shinji’s stomach. The paper towel ran across a large scar on her belly; he was surprised. He’d never known she had a scar like this, and given the amount of times she wandered around nearly naked...

But he remembered, she always wore something over her midriff. Well, this explained it. It’s not like a big wound like this enhanced her appearance. Yet something about the scar didn’t detract from the overall sexiness of the image either. It was Misato; the entire package, from head to toe to big nasty scar, was pure sex.

Shinji brought the paper towel further up, now patting dry his new, full chest. The rough and slightly damp paper against his new bust caused a warm sensation to fill him. He paused, unsure of himself, the resumed rubbing, more gently this time. An edge of the paper towel rubbed along one nipple, and he gasped in surprise.

"These things are too damn sensitive..." But he didn’t stop rubbing the paper towel until it started to fall apart. He cast it aside, then started rubbing with his fingers.

Shinji felt the nipple harden against his new fingertips as he continued rubbing, the sharp gasps turning into a low moan. Shinji quickly looked around, wide eyed, not realizing for a second that moan came from himself.

The boy turned his attention back to the nipple, rubbing it slowly, feeling the warm, easing heat continue to burn through, Shinji moving his free hand up to do the same with the other breast.

"I guess they’re sensitive for a good reason..." Shinji pondered, continuing the rubbing, moving his index fingers in small circles.

Shinji leaned back in the couch, eyes half open, his mind assaulted by the pleasure Misato’s body was bringing him. "No, I have to stop this..." Shinji said out loud in a weak voice. He pulled his hands off the nipples slowly, still breathing hard, feeling Misato’s breasts moving with each breath, jiggling slightly.

Shinji quickly cupped them again, as if trying to stop their gentle movements. "Whoa..." Shinji said, feeling both breasts, one in each hand. They were both over a handful, and felt quite good. The texture was very similiar to Rei’s, although Misato’s felt softer. Shinji started a slow squeezing action, his neck craning suddenly as he gave another gasp of pleasure.

"All right, all right... just once..."

Shinji moved the index fingers again over the nipples and continued the light flicking. He leaned back, basking in the pleasure, the warmness growing in the pit of his stomach. His new thighs started moving uneasily, rubbing against each other, the smooth surfaces rubbing as if to create a fire.

He lifted the two breasts up, feeling their weight. He pressed them against each other, rubbed them surface to surface. "Ohhh..." Shinji moaned, sinking back further into the couch.

He noticed suddenly that his panties had become damp; he didn’t remember spilling the beer that far. Then he realized that the dampness had come from him, from...down there. He’d heard of this before; Touji and Kensuke were loud, perverted and lacked any sense of discretion. He peeled off the panties, tossed them into the laundry bag.

Completely naked now. And no-one in the house to slap him and call him a pervert. His eyes wandered down, milking in the scenery that was Misato’s body. A thin film of sweat has started on that light skin, a few beads rolling down Misato’s breasts, tickling Shinji. His vision goes down further, past the firm stomach to ’it’...Misato’s womanhood.

Shinji’s eyes widened. The only other one he had seen was Rei’s, bald, almost anatomical. Misato’s, however, had a trimmed patch of dark hair, little driplets of moisture visible. Beyond the hair, however, he could see little else; a bit of skin poking above the patch, that was all. He sighed; this close, and there was still nothing to see! At least, without a mirror.

Shinji slowly reached down and paused, looking at the hand, Misato’s hand. The index and middle finger were curved outward, the other fingers tucked in. Shinji pondered a moment, wondering if this is how Misato did it herself. He spread her lips, probing down with the finger.

Shinji shook his head, feeling the shoulder-length hair swish slightly as he proceeded to reach down. From this point he could only guess what he was touching as his middle finger dipped below his vision. Lessons from health class pushed their way into his head. "Labia majoris." As his finger touched them, he caught his breath. If he’d thought the breasts were sensitive..."Labia minor..." He pushed these open, releasing a fresh flow of hot juices. "Vagina..." He pushed a finger further down, felt it slip in readily. He gasped in sudden pleasure and pain; one of her long fingernails had scraped the inside, and the sensation was intense.

Shinji pulled the finger away slowly, taking in air, the warm, wet feeling against his fingertip. "All right..." He reached in again, this time with the index finger, going closer to the top, slower. "But what is this? Yamamoto-sensei never told us about--" His finger made contact with the clitoris.

He barely contained a yell of pleasure, turning it into a squeak. The pleasure was far more intense than anything he’d felt before, either in this body or his own. Shinji could feel his hips curving up to the hand, as if begging for another touch. His back arched, neck craned, the juices flowing. He began to slowly rub the clit in a circular motion. His breath was coming in gasps, each one punctuated by a nearly-silent moan. He closed his eyes, leaning into the probing hand, feeling that finger rubbing against the clit, hearing only Misato’s moans, engulfed in sensations. He rubbed harder, faster, the moans getting louder when suddenly, Shinji felt it hit--an intense shock of pleasure, leaving his limbs tingling and his body shaking. It was only after he recovered that he realized that he’d screamed. * * * * *