Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Be Here in the Morning ❯ Just Like a Book- You only need to turn a page... ( Chapter 1 )

Warning: This is a yaoi between Shinji and Kaworu-kun. If you want to see the supple white breasts of that psycho-bitch Asuka, you have come to the wrong place. If you want to see Shinji murmuring sweet nothings to Rei, then turn back. If you want to see Misato molest a boy over ten years younger than herself, then this is not the place to be. If you want to see Kaworu-kun and Shinji get naked and horizontal, then come right on in, my kindred spirit!

Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion. If I owned it, then Kaworu-kun and Shinji-chan would have been doing considerably more than just bathing together. And Kaworu would not be dead. Nope.

Author's note: I've had the basic idea for this story in my head almost as long as my Gundam Wing fic. NGE is my favorite anime of all time. Because I desperately wanted to make sure that I had everyone in character, I watched the series over again twice, including the movie. I nearly died of dehydration from all the tears. The characters in this show are some of the most complex I have ever come across and I commend anyone who can get them down pat. I promise that the next chapters will be longer and less crappy!

Advertisement:: I have made an Evangelion yaoi yahoo group! As the last one appears to have died, I felt it was my duty to pick up a new one. So that us KaworuxShinji fans may band together as a community!...And seduce others into our society! The address, should you feel like paying a visit, is: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Kaworu_Loves_Shinji/

Dedication: Another fanfic dedicated to Nikki. But also Holly, a fellow KaworuxShinji fan.

Be Here in the Morning

Chapter 1

Like a Book- You Only Need to Turn the Page

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"This place disturbs me.

So full of those o different from one another.

A range of lives all too complex to perceive.

And rarely does it cross one's mind

How very truly mortal we are.

This world is a frightening place,

Full of enemies and friends.

And life is so fleeting that it seems petty somehow,

To waste our time on those waiting for our ruin.

And aren't we just as they?

Faulty, impure, full of Hate, full of Love.

So rarely do we allow ourselves to become close.

To be understood comes at the price of vulnerability.

Our true selves we hide behind the walls of Pride.

We are more afraid of being hurt by the ones we love.

Sometimes we forget ourselves.

And when this happens we never notice at first.

We all wish to suffer alone.

And that is our downfall." -A cheesey poem I wrote a couple of years ago

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Shinji Ikari had been on the beach for a long time. In that time, he did not eat, he did not drink, and he did not touch the body of Asuka Langley.

Asuka had stopped moving after that first day since Shinji had come to find himself alone. He had been afraid of her, unsure with what to do with her. So she simply stopped moving. She wasn't really dead, he supposed, but she certainly wasn't alive either. Shinji wasn't certain if he was supposed to feel bad about that or not.

He was acutely aware of loneliness, but then, for the majority of his life he had felt loneliness, so this was not something that was unfamiliar to him- only intensified.

"I don't...want..." He murmured after a bit, some of the first words he had spoken since he had found himself on the beach. His eyes lowered to the motionless body of Asuka- something he tended to do when he was thinking deeply. `I don't want- what?...What do I want?' "I want someone to...to care. I don't want to be lonely."

With a dull sigh, he fell back onto the white sand and stared up at the darkening sky. The stars were starting to come out, and the darkness wrapped around them and hung like deep blue velvet.

Shinji rolled over onto his side, curling in on himself, "I'm suffocating."

The world was very quiet now. Sometimes it bothered Shinji, and at other times it was rather comforting. His knees drew up to his chest and he rested his chin on them. Briefly, he wondered how Touji and Kensuke were doing. Then he remembered. They were dead. Everyone was dead.

`I might as well die too...Am I? There's no one to tell me that I'm even alive...' Shinji bit his lip, fiercely blinking back tears. He wouldn't cry. Not for himself. He had no right to. But then, it wasn't as if anyone was there to blame him for it. To see him being weak and selfish.

Shinji curled up a little tighter, shoulders tensing. He had always been weak. He always let everyone down. "I couldn't even stand up to father..."

He quickly pulled away from those thoughts, physically flinching as though he'd been burned. His father was gone, along with Misato, Rei, Touji, Kensuke...Kaworu. There was nothing he could do about it.

The boy sighed and rolled over on his back again, blue eyes focusing on the pale gold circle of the moon, "What day is it?"

A cool wind went by, ruffling soft brown hair. The temperature was dropping. Odd, he hadn't noticed the cold before. Shinji shivered a little, wrapping his arms about himself to preserve heat. The loose white shirt he wore billowed and he ducked his head.

"Is Asuka cold?"

Suddenly, Shinji was exhausted. He couldn't remember being so tired. The cold didn't bother him so much. It was still there, but...His eyes slid shut, and the light of the stars dimmed until there was nothing.

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Someone was humming quietly nearby, and Shinji Ikari was laying on something soft. There was a hand...touching his hair. Shinji was comfortable with that, and did not feel threatened or afraid, as physical contact usually made him feel. It was strange, yet...familiar. The beach...Asuka? Confused and curious, Shinji opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Shinji-kun." Kaworu said, smiling.