Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons ❯ Changing Seasons 06 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: JErosion 
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.11.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.11.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit work of fan fiction based on the anime and manga Neon Genesis Evangelion by Hideaki Anno and Yoshiyuki Sadamoto and Studio Gainax. Akeem? What happened to the rosebearers?
Changing Seasons
by: JErosion
It could be noted, that the world is ruled by a complicated ballet, known as 'Cause and Effect'. Some would also refer to this as the Chaos Theory. But to keep things simple, let's just say that a strong cold front moving off of the Korean Pennisula had collided with a warm air mass from the pacific. The result of which, has led to torrential downpours for much of Japan. Hence cause and effect. Another example of this phenomenon is when a gaint life form known as an "Angel" drops from the sky and explodes with the force of a nuclear weapon. This event by itself lead to major ground shifts, and had resulted in the closing of several vital rail lines that crisscross the City of Tokyo-3. Working together both of these examples have conspired to make life uncomfortable for the denizens of the fortress city. Particularly for a young couple that just manage to shove their way on to an already over-crowded train car.
They had some hopes that this train wouldn't have been so crowded. However it seemed that they were sorely mistaken.
"um, Thanks."
Shinji nodded to the reflection in the door window. He had, in an effort to give the girl in front of him more room he had pushed against the crowd by bracing himself against the door and a nearby hand rail. It was only enough to provide the girl a small triangle of space. This also served to give her some protection against the other passengers. The train hadn't even pulled out of the station, when a girl further down the car screamed out 'prevert' and began swating at everything with a Y-Chromosome within her range. When you have this many people crammed into the same spot, things where bound to happen. And when everyone was packed together like this can you really tell the differance between an accidental touch and one that was intentional? If you were out to do such a thing, this would be the perfect opportunity for that sort of thing. He felt disgust for men who would do that intentionally. Yet some reason a picture of Kensuke and Touji popped into his head.
However the commotion that girl started, reminded him that there was only about an inch of space between him and Hikari. He was thankful for every bit of it, since he didn't quite know how his body would react if they were touching. They had already made steps towards a more physical relationship. A few days ago they started holding hands, and also there was that hug out on the streets. And today after they finished their lunches, she sat down right next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. But what comes next? When was the right time to go further?
Unknown to Shinji, much of Hikari's thoughts were along a similar line. What comes next? When they boarded the train she had chosen to face away from him. To her it just seemed like it would be a little too intimate, especially in the presence of so many people. And with the way his arms were positioned, they were just a step away from another embrace. And the idea of repeating last week's little public display of affection made her blush. Then again so did the thought of hugging him in private did as well. Hell just being this close to him made her blush. So opting to face away was really the only option she really had right now. And besides watching the city pass by would help her clear her thoughts, or at least it would if she could see out the window. Due to the combination of heat and humidity all the windows on the train were fogged up. Actually the inside the train car smelt and felt alot like a locker room. She was thankful for the perfume Kodama got her.
The older girl always had a talent for picking out things like that. She was the person to go to if you needed to find the right dress for a certain occasion. Or was looking for a new way to get your hair styled.
Her perfume wasn't lost on Shinji either. Considering how he was standing right behind her. It was the same pleasnant fragrance that had caught his attention from the other day. It was absolutely lovely compared to all the other smells aboard the train. Considering that behind him was this rather large, and oily looking man. He also seemed had no shame whatsoever, as he was openly reading what looked to be a porn manga. Off to his left was another passenger that made him feel just as uncomfortable as the fat guy did. She was a freakishly tall woman, or at least she thought it was a woman. The glass panel his right hand was on had more curves than she did. And the idea than she was really a he, was given more credence by the amount of stubble around her face.
Shinji shook his head. Normally he wasn't this cynical about people. But at the moment he was trying to distract himself as much as possible from the girl in front of him. And he was losing the battle, because no matter where he looked or how far away he sent his eyes, sooner of later his eyes would drift back to her neck. One day he was going to have to sit with and have a conversation about this. But how do you explain to something like that without sounding like some sort of freak? He was fairly certain that if he did, he probably wouldn't have to worry about having her standing next to him like this with her hair in her ponytails again.
Yet despite all of his apprehensions about revealing that aspect of himself to her. Another part of his brain was busy churning out little 'preverted' scenarios involving their situation and that portion of her anatomy. Like what if she was wearing something different than her uniform. Like maybe something that had a spaghetti-strap top. Then he'd have full access to her shoulders as well. And then she could turned her head slightly his way and leaned back. He'd then have this perfect line running from her ear to her collar bone. And then.... He sighed. Oh, that's just great Shinji. Congradulations, your well on your way to getting the shit kicked out of you. Again he was finding himself thankful for that little bit of space between them. With his thoughts being what they were, his brain was already firing all the signals necessary to shift the flow of blood throughout his body.
While Shinji started to berated himself. Hikari had gone from the quite admiration of her sister's sense of style, to wishing the train to move faster. And as much as she tried to ignore it. Every time he breathed it went straight to the back of her neck. It was like her skin had suddenly taken on a hyper sensitivity. Whenever he exhalted, it wasn't just puff of air, it was almost like an electrical caress against her skin. Her hands were rolled into fisted so tight her knuckled had turned white. OH! She wobbled a little as he sighed. Damn it! What's happening to me?
This was almost as bad as their encounter in the street, when he spoke into her ear. Though if he started breathing into her ear like that, she would probably pass out. It didn't have as great of an effect on her as the other did, but it was filling her head with things that she shouldn't be thinking about. She had asked Kodama about it the other day. She was the one with all the experiance in this sort of thing. All these feelings were still fairly new to her, so she had no idea if it was normal to have them. Kodama however, was more than happy to lend advice.
'I dunno,' she said. 'I get like that sometimes, but it kinda depends on the guy. Like there was this one time I had to stayed after class so i could finish-up a painting before my deadline... You that red one I did that went from the floor to the ceiling.... Anyway, this guy that I hung out with in class stayed up there with me. After a couple of hours we decided to take a break. And we stated talking and then we started flirting back and forth. Well, we were the only ones left up in the art studio. So our conversation started to get a little dirty. And after I was about to go back to painting when he just came up behind me and started to kissing me right here.' She tapped the side of her neck just below her left ear. 'He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, so he had this scruffy little beard that kinda tickled a little. And then he slipped his hands under my shirt and started to rub my tits.' She brought her hands up and cupped her breast to emphasize his actions. 'After a couple of minutes of him just touching me and his lips on my neck... I actually came! And it was so intense, it took me longer to recover from it than it did for him to get me there. Aftewards I slamed him on the ground and I started... um, Hikari? Is something wrong?' She finally took notice that her sister, had slumped foward in her chair and dropped her head into her hands.
Without bothing to raise her head Hikari just replied by reminding her older sister what she asked her in the first place. 'It was just a yes or no question I didn't need to know that other stuff.'
Hikari's eyebrow twitched, that was one of the main reasons why she didn't go to her for advice. Kodama was just too casual about sex. And was too willing to tell you a story or two about the guys she had screwed. The worst part was, that she also told her stories to Nozomi. But it wasn't like she had anyone else to talk to. She couldn't ask her father, 'Daddy, when my boyfriend whispers into my ear, I kinda get turned by it, is that normal? ' It wasn't like he was ever home anyway. But at least Kodama eventually answered her question, albeit in a around about way. At least she that sort of reaction was normal, and she was perfectly ok.
Hikari's breath left her, as her entire body trembled. No, she wasn't ok. He did it again. She was sure he wasn't doing it on purpose. But why did it have to be right now. She pretty sure this sort of stimulation bordered on criminal. And she could see how much of a mistake she made by choosing to face away from him. Embarrassment was preferable to this. She shived again. She couldn't take this anymore. His slightest movements seemed shift every molecule of air between then to a tactility registerable level. Her heart felt as though it was going to explode. She needed to get away from Shinji. She needed get out of this hot house of a train. She needed to get some space to calm down. Because if this continued any longer she was going to need a change of underwear.
But sadly the fears and discomfort of two teenagers, were never factor in the universe. You see an several interesting things occur when giant otherworldly creature explode at ground level. The same explosion that caused the closing of several rail lines though out city, also caused some instabilities in the tracks of the ones that remained open. It was nothing severe enough to cause the train to derail. But it was enough to cause the trains to have to operate at slower than normal speeds, and also caused the ride to less than smooth.
Hikari was already swaying with every little bump the train made. So when the car they were riding in suddenly jolted, she fell backwards into her boyfriend. Shinji had been doing best not to think of Hikari in a sexual way. It was all in an effort to will a certain wayward appendage into a completely flaccid state. But her proximity and scent was was undermining his efforts. But he completely lost the battle when she fell against him. He tighten his grip on the handle rail and quickly brought his other hand around to try to brace her.
It was as though time had stopped. Her backside was pressed squarely against him. He was so focused on this little fact that he didn't notice that when he brought his hand up to catch her, his hand landed high on her stomach. High enough, that his thumb brushed the underside of her left breast. Oddly enough Hikari was so distracted by where his fingers had touched that she didn't even register the state of his phallus. But as quickly as it had happened, it was over.
"SORRY!!!" they cried out in such a way that their voices were nearly indistinguishable from each other. They both moved to reestablished the little bit of space between them. Much to Shinji's agony, Hikari pushed herself off of him, by rocking her hips forward. And despite the horror he felt, for having violated her in that manner, there was another part of him that took the time to acknowledge how nice it felt.
She had brought her arms up to her chest in shock of being touched there by a boy for the first time in her life. Even though it wasn't a direct touch, to her it may as well have been. Even though it was just a thumb, and there were two layers of clothing, plus a bra in the way. Any idea that it really wasn't a big deal never entered her mind. Then again neither did logical thinking. Like why did she apologize when he was the one who touched her. But she had never had been in a relationship with someone before. And this, at least in her mind, was playing into her wishes to progress their relationship. It wasn't exactly the kind of progress she was thinking of, but she was still happy to have it. Hikari Horaki, age fifteen, just got felt up, sort of, by her boyfriend. Hoorah.
Kodama's story had suddenly became relevant to current events. She couldn't help but imagine herself in her sister's position, and how easy it would be for Shinji to mimic the actions of her older sister's ex-boyfr... her lov... no, her classma.... or whatever the hell he was. She bet he could slip his hands in under her arms and into her seifuku without anybody being any wiser. Beneath the blue-green fabric he could undo the buttons of her blouse. And slide his fingers across her skin. Damn it I'm turning into my sister. What is happening to me?
Having an active imagination was dangerous, especially when you had sex on the brain. But what troubled her was why she had 'sex on the brain' to begin with. She could put all of the blame on Shinji, he was the one that had to do all that breathing. She was the 'good' child, she wasn't suppost to think these things. No, she was responsible and she never did anything wrong. So why was this happening? Could it be that deep down inside she was every bit of the sex fiend that Kodama was. With the way her mind had been working it was looking more and more of a possiblity.
But still there was one thing missing. A kiss. Something beyond the simple peck on the cheek. But like so many things, she didn't know how to initiate one. This sucks.
Now Shinji had been preparing himself for some sort of retaliation from the girl, but none came. And then it happened a scream of 'Prevert.' But it wasn't from Hikari. No, it came from the same direction as the scream from earlier. It seemed that Hikari wasn't the only one to lose her balance, there were other passengers making apologies to those close to them. But they were drowned out by the irrate shrieking of that girl from earlier. Shinji strained his head to look over the crowd. He was just in time to catch her kick an old man in the face, an amazing feat in this crowd. But more over, he was relieved to see that the girl in question wasn't Asuka. Her hair was short and black, and she was too... um 'small'.... chested to be the German. Even if it was Asuka in disguise there was no way she could compact her features into a package that slim.
He turned back to Hikari, she was looking too. But the moment he turned her way, she looked over at him. And when their eyes met, she immediatly turned away and he shifted his gaze to the advertisements, that ran along the top of the train car. Yet this reaction to each other only caused them to be totally unprepared, as another jolt took hold of the train. Once again Hikari fell backwards into him.
With her head filled with ideas of closeness, she didn't try to push herself off of him. But unlike the last time she fell against him, she did noticed something that wasn't there the time before. Or prehaps it was and she didn't allow herself to stay in the previous position long enough to feel it. However due to combination of being new to whole physical intimacy thing and a bit of youthful innocence, it didn't occure to her what exactly she felt against her backside. And without thinking she wiggled a bit. Shinji brought a shaky hand up to her hip. And in a trembling whisper he called her name in a questioning manner. Her eye's widened as childish naivety left her. It was that! His thing! His edifice. His euphemism. And I just rubbed my butt against it!
But despite the revelation, she still did not move away. Nor did she try answer his questioning call. Instead a strange impulse took over. And she did it again. But it was no longer a curious wiggle. She moved in a slow and deliberate manner, which only served to accentuate the contours of their anatomy to each other. She then moved again, this time adopting an up and down motion. It was like when he breathed on her neck or whispered into her ear. But far more direct, and in a way dangerously playful. And the feeling of him against her buttocks was filling her with a tingling warmth. She found the sensations to be absolutely addicting. It was becoming difficult not to change her motions to one with a faster tempo.
What she was feeling did make her realize one thing This was why Kodama did it. All those times she had called Kodama a slut, she never made an attempt to deny it. The older girl liked sex and this was why.
"w-w-What.. are you doing?" his hand squeezed her hip, as he asked.
She didn't answer him. She was so lost in the moment, that she did not even want to. So she ground into him again.
"h-Hikari! We have to stop!" He whispered, desperately trying to pushed her away.
She knew he was right. This had long ago crossed a line of what was appropriate. She conceded and moved away from him. But instead of continuing to stand the way she was. She twisted and turned, causing a little bit more bumping and a little more rubbing. And she didn't stop until they were looking at each other in the eye. His face was red. She was pretty sure that she was matching him in color. But right now all she could think about was kissing him right now. Everyone on the train seemed distracted by the kung fu antics of that one girl. Well almost everybody. There was this greasy looking otaku standing behind Shinji, and he was looking at her with what could be described as a 'dumb shit' smile. Ok, that was really killing the mood.
But it didn't matter if it didn't happen right then. She knew it would eventually happen. Sometimes to get what you want you have to take a step back. Especially when you took a leap forward like she did.
However recounting her movements against him just reminded him of the particular strain he was under right now. Since they disembarked from the train he had developed a dull ache down there. Oddly enough his current predicament made him think of a video clip Kensuke had showed both him and Touji at school. It was an old pro-abstinence sex-ed film. He wanted to laugh just thinking of the doctor in that film saying. 'In your pants, is a ticking time bomb'. Right now he couldn't agree more.
At least they were able to leave the station. The rain had slowed to a tolerable level. Though it was still misting outside. They had walked side by side in silence. They let the rain cool their minds and libidos. It wasn't until they had reached Hikari's street that they really exchanged any words. Both of them were soaked. However the weather had a striking effect on Hikari. It seemed to turn her skin paler, and her hair darker as it clung to her face. But her lips retained a touch of pink that made her look incredibly sexy. And so did the way the rain turned her blouse translucent. He could see the white of her bra, where her uniform split.
But aside from exchanging hesitant goodbyes, they didn't even try to make their farewell physical in anyway. After what they just did, Shinji wasn't sure if could just hug her. He was tempted to try to kiss her. But fear got the better of him. Which was probably for the best. He was pretty sure he could settle for just a kiss, either. Right now his desires were getting the best of him. He just had his first taste of sex, or prehaps he could call it 'Not-Sex'. And it left him wanting more.
He slid around a corner and found his goal. The door was slightly ajar and the light was also off. He smiled at his good fortune. He had a free ride now. He paused a moment, and wondered if Hikari was thinking about doing the same. He found the idea to be a little hot. Not that he needed to think about her doing that sort of thing to take care of himself. Though it wouldn't hurt either. Actually just the image of her drenched in rain, was enough to do the job. He smiled as he was less than a meter from his goal, and about a couple of seconds away from, as Touji would say, 'wankin' it till it screams.'
"Oh, Shinj!..."
He froze. The voice came from the kitchen.
"...Could you come in here a second."
FUCK!
Shinji coughed. Slowly and painfully he turned, towards to source of the voice. Before crossing into the kitchen, he took a couple of deep breaths so he could compose himself.
Misato was sitting at the kitchen table. The only light in the room was a fluorescent lamp that was above the stove. She must have been waiting a long time for him to come home. And Shinji was just too preoccupied, to realize he was walking into an ambush. He didn't bother to check who else was home when he took off his shoes. And neither Misato nor Asuka even went to bed this early. But there she was sitting in there in the dark with a beer raised to her mouth. Shinji flipped on the light.
She quickly raised her beer to sheild her eyes. She was wearing some of her off-duty clothes, which was a pair of tiny shorts and a loose t-shirt. As she recovered from the change in lighting she motioned him toward the chair opposite of her. Small boxes of take-out littered the table. Recently he had been coming to home from school late. So he hadn't been cooking as often as he used to. Which meant she was slowly returning to a diet of take-out and ramen cups.
"Your soaked," she said after a long silence. She reached behind her, stretching until she could grab a roll of paper towels that was on the kitchen counter. She tossed them to him. "I picked up some of that pork fried rice that you liked."
"Oh... um... Thanks."
She took another long gulp, Not taking her eyes off her ward. She was starting to make him feel more uncomfortable than he already was.
"You know, I saw something interesting today. Can you guess what that was."
Shinji swallowed. And slowly shook him head. As he patted his hair dry.
"Well. It was some pictures, of you."
"...uh, ...r-Really?"
Misato nodded, but a smile was starting to blossum on her face.
"So when did you two start going out?"
Shinji felt a wave of relief wash over him. For a moment he thought she may have some how found out about what both he and Hikari had done, despite how unlikely it would be for her to have photographs of the incident.
"Oh, that? We've been.... um, together... for just a few weeks."
"hmmm, What do you mean by 'oh that'?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is there something I should know about?"
"Oh, n-No, nothing at all!" He adamantly denied
"Do I have to give you the... talk?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, only to burst into laughter when his face turned completely red. She then reached across the table to ruffle his hair. "It's good to know your still so easy to tease.
"But I've got to say that I am proud of you. You've changed alot from when you first came here. And it's nice to see that you found yourself somebody. To tell you the truth,... I was kinda suprised when I found out."
Shinji frowned. What is that suppost to mean?
"um, How did you find out? Did Asuka tell you?"
Misato just shook her head.
"I got a report from Section-2, they have to tell me about any noticable changes in you behavior. And I asked Asuka about it when I got home, but she didn't seem to want to talk about it. Actually I think I sort of pissed her off when I did. But don't worry about it. Actually I think that you and Hikari look cute together. I thought she was a nice girl, and she's was so polite and well behaved compared to those other two you hang out with."
Shinji smiled slightly. Well behaved, uh?
"Well do you have anything you like to ask me? You know... dating advice?" She giggled watching his face redden. Honestly she didn't think he would ask anything, but she waited a moment anyway. But as the silence stretched into a minute she got up to leave. "Well if not I guess I'll be going to bed."
She had almost left when she heard a tiny voice come from behind her.
"What was that?"
Shinji head was lowered and his face was bright red. But Shinji only repeated what he said in just a low mumble.
She walked back over to him and bent down closer to him. Making him fidget a bit in his seat and insuring her that she would hear what he had said. She was a bit of a suprised that he took up her offer. Especially since it wasn't in his nature to go to others for help. He spent so many years trying to be self-sufficient. So when he first came here he wouldn't have asked for help with anything. So when he did make requests she learned to pay attention.
She stood up immediatly, after Shinji repeated his question. A mild blush graced her cheeks. So, you really have changed. She moved and sat down on the corner of the table near him. He backed up a little, his chair sweaked on the floor.
"My, my Shinji, aren't you becoming bold. Well the first thing I can tell you is not to rush anything. Just take your time. When you kiss a girl...," her voice dropped and took a sultry quality that she often reserved for when she wanted to motivate a man to do something fot her, "... you don't want to just shove your tongue in her mouth and start flailing it everywhere." She reached out and placed her index finger on the edge of his lower lips. "Try to use just the tip of you tounge. And lightly make contact wit hers." She moved her finger lightely, moving it up and down and then across his lips. "You may want to try to change things a bit, like kissing just one part of her mouth, like maybe her lower lip and then going back to something deeper. After you two get more comfortable, you can try things like sliding your fingers though her hair,... girls like that sort of thing." She stood back up on her feet. She looked down at him once more, before bending down in such a way that he would see clear down her shirt. "And when you two get really comfortable you can slide your fingers elsewhere."
She stood up, with a laugh. He was so easy to tease. She left for her room, being pretty sure she couldn't do anymore damage to him than she already had.
It probably wasn't until she had closed her bedroom door, that he released the breath he was holding. He brought his hand up to his mouth tracing the path her finger took. He really didn't need that. The advice was good and all, but the delivery only reminded him of what he was planning to do when he had snuck into the apartment in the first place.
He reached for the one unopened carton of food that was left on the table. It was only slightly warm. He stood up and moved gingerly towards the microwave and placed the box inside. While he was hungry, his mind was focused on other needs. After setting his dinner to cook he moved though the darkened apartment, towards the bathroom. He was starting to think that a warm shower would be good also. This day had been particularly rough for him. And he wasn't talking about the weather or the number of people that were on the train. It was Hikari and Misato. Though Misato was more out of playful teasing. His real concern was placed with Hikari, and what exactly possessed her to do what she did. Shinji shook his head. These women are going to kill me.
He slid open the bathroom door, when he suddenly found himself bathed in light. He wasn't paying attention when he returned to the hallway. Nor did it occur to him that the door was open and not closed earlier. All he knew at that very moment and time, was that he was a dead man. It was like watching a train wreck happen, only right now he was the poor smuck, who couldn't get his car off the track. She must have slipped in, when i was talking to Misato.
She too stood there eye's wide, looking as just as suprised as he was. Although her facial expressions where the furthest from his mind. She must have been getting ready for a bath. Because she was just in her underwear. For the last couple of weeks he had been cooking less, but he still did a majority of the laundry. The only thing he didn't wash was Asuka's underwear. She always took care of that. Claiming that she didn't want him doing perverted things with them. If he was really into that sort of thing, he could have stolen Misato's panties any time he wanted. But despite all of Asuka's claims, he was always hestitant in handling Misato's unmentionables. It felt scandalous to be in the same room as them. Some of her underwear was so skimpy, they looked more like eye-patches.
Asuka, from the few times he had seem them, was much more conservative in what she wore than their guardian. Or at least she wore things that had more fabric to them. But she didn't just limit herself to the plain white cotten garments that one would more commonly associate with girl her age. She had also picked from a wide variety of colors and syles. Like right now, she was wearing a matching set of black and lacy underwear. They stood in high contrast against her pale european skin. It was then that he felt a bit of guilt. He was with someone and despite that he was gawking at another girl. It wasn't right for him to do so. Especially after what happened on the train.
But he couldn't help but look. When Asuka walked into a room, guys took notice. She stood out so much compared to the other girls in his class. Her copper-red hair wasn't a common sight. And Japanese girls just weren't built like that. Her tits were just huge. They weren't like Misato big, but they were getting there. Her stomach was flat and toned. And her legs looked so incredibly smooth. At this point embarassment and chivalry would have forced him to look away and apologize. If anything he should look away for Hikari's sake. But he couldn't move from his spot. He was frozen by some strange dark magic. Because not only was she in her underwear, she was in the process of getting out of her undergarments. Both of her hands were behind her back, and with the loose way the garment hung on her body it was safe to say that she had just unhooked her bra.
Slowly she lowered her arms and moved them back to her sides. But while Shinji was held in place by whatever spell her body had cast, she had overcome the initial shock of him walking in on her. But unlike what he had expected her to do, she didn't scream, and she didn't rush forward and punch him. Her brow had furrowed slightly, but otherwise her face remained neutral. She didn't try to fix her dress either. What she did next scared the shit out of him, and if he capable of movement, he probably would have left the apartment and ran back out into the rain.
She slowly took a step towards him. Shinji's heart started to pound. With every step she took, the straps of her bra fell a little. By the time she reached the door, her top had fallen enough so that he could see the top edge of her hot pink areolas. Her right hand came forward, but she only grabbed the handle of the door. Her blue eyes sparked in a mischievously way he had never seen before amd she then took on a dangerous sort of grin. With the same slowness, she mouthed a single word. Taking her time to exaggerate every syllable. Per- vert! And she then pivoted on her heels, sliding the door shut at the same time. Her motion caused her bra to finish it's descent. Giving him a brief and completely unobstructed view of her nipples. The door shut leaving him in the dark again. He then heard the lock click over.
He stood there for several more minutes. What the hell was that!?
He returned to the kitchen, sat down and layed his forehead on the table. He didn't know what the hell was going on. First his girlfriend spent a good part of the train ride home, rubbing herself ass into his crotch. Then his thirty year old guardian decided to molest his lips. Granted he was asking her for advice but she didn't have to do it the way she did. And then Asuka.... was she trying to seduce him? In all the months he had know her she never did anything like that. There was that one time when they all went to the pool at Nerv. But he chalked that up to teasing and her just making fun of him. Did that mean she was interested in him. Why would she do that now? This day couldn't get any weirder.
It was then his phone rang. His mind was such a mess it didn't, occure to him that the only people who had his cell number where people at Nerv. And aside from Asuka or Misato need him for something the only other people who called him where from Nerv.
"Hello?"
He brought the phone to his ear without even bothering to lift his head up.
"um, Hello?"
"Ikari."
His head shot up. There was only one person he knew that talked like that. A voice that was as light as a whisper and was as eerie and as strangely beautiful as it's owner. But why? She rarely talked to him for anything.
"um, a-Ayanami?"
Changing Seasons
by: JErosion
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Chapter 06It could be noted, that the world is ruled by a complicated ballet, known as 'Cause and Effect'. Some would also refer to this as the Chaos Theory. But to keep things simple, let's just say that a strong cold front moving off of the Korean Pennisula had collided with a warm air mass from the pacific. The result of which, has led to torrential downpours for much of Japan. Hence cause and effect. Another example of this phenomenon is when a gaint life form known as an "Angel" drops from the sky and explodes with the force of a nuclear weapon. This event by itself lead to major ground shifts, and had resulted in the closing of several vital rail lines that crisscross the City of Tokyo-3. Working together both of these examples have conspired to make life uncomfortable for the denizens of the fortress city. Particularly for a young couple that just manage to shove their way on to an already over-crowded train car.
They had some hopes that this train wouldn't have been so crowded. However it seemed that they were sorely mistaken.
"um, Thanks."
Shinji nodded to the reflection in the door window. He had, in an effort to give the girl in front of him more room he had pushed against the crowd by bracing himself against the door and a nearby hand rail. It was only enough to provide the girl a small triangle of space. This also served to give her some protection against the other passengers. The train hadn't even pulled out of the station, when a girl further down the car screamed out 'prevert' and began swating at everything with a Y-Chromosome within her range. When you have this many people crammed into the same spot, things where bound to happen. And when everyone was packed together like this can you really tell the differance between an accidental touch and one that was intentional? If you were out to do such a thing, this would be the perfect opportunity for that sort of thing. He felt disgust for men who would do that intentionally. Yet some reason a picture of Kensuke and Touji popped into his head.
However the commotion that girl started, reminded him that there was only about an inch of space between him and Hikari. He was thankful for every bit of it, since he didn't quite know how his body would react if they were touching. They had already made steps towards a more physical relationship. A few days ago they started holding hands, and also there was that hug out on the streets. And today after they finished their lunches, she sat down right next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. But what comes next? When was the right time to go further?
Unknown to Shinji, much of Hikari's thoughts were along a similar line. What comes next? When they boarded the train she had chosen to face away from him. To her it just seemed like it would be a little too intimate, especially in the presence of so many people. And with the way his arms were positioned, they were just a step away from another embrace. And the idea of repeating last week's little public display of affection made her blush. Then again so did the thought of hugging him in private did as well. Hell just being this close to him made her blush. So opting to face away was really the only option she really had right now. And besides watching the city pass by would help her clear her thoughts, or at least it would if she could see out the window. Due to the combination of heat and humidity all the windows on the train were fogged up. Actually the inside the train car smelt and felt alot like a locker room. She was thankful for the perfume Kodama got her.
The older girl always had a talent for picking out things like that. She was the person to go to if you needed to find the right dress for a certain occasion. Or was looking for a new way to get your hair styled.
Her perfume wasn't lost on Shinji either. Considering how he was standing right behind her. It was the same pleasnant fragrance that had caught his attention from the other day. It was absolutely lovely compared to all the other smells aboard the train. Considering that behind him was this rather large, and oily looking man. He also seemed had no shame whatsoever, as he was openly reading what looked to be a porn manga. Off to his left was another passenger that made him feel just as uncomfortable as the fat guy did. She was a freakishly tall woman, or at least she thought it was a woman. The glass panel his right hand was on had more curves than she did. And the idea than she was really a he, was given more credence by the amount of stubble around her face.
Shinji shook his head. Normally he wasn't this cynical about people. But at the moment he was trying to distract himself as much as possible from the girl in front of him. And he was losing the battle, because no matter where he looked or how far away he sent his eyes, sooner of later his eyes would drift back to her neck. One day he was going to have to sit with and have a conversation about this. But how do you explain to something like that without sounding like some sort of freak? He was fairly certain that if he did, he probably wouldn't have to worry about having her standing next to him like this with her hair in her ponytails again.
Yet despite all of his apprehensions about revealing that aspect of himself to her. Another part of his brain was busy churning out little 'preverted' scenarios involving their situation and that portion of her anatomy. Like what if she was wearing something different than her uniform. Like maybe something that had a spaghetti-strap top. Then he'd have full access to her shoulders as well. And then she could turned her head slightly his way and leaned back. He'd then have this perfect line running from her ear to her collar bone. And then.... He sighed. Oh, that's just great Shinji. Congradulations, your well on your way to getting the shit kicked out of you. Again he was finding himself thankful for that little bit of space between them. With his thoughts being what they were, his brain was already firing all the signals necessary to shift the flow of blood throughout his body.
While Shinji started to berated himself. Hikari had gone from the quite admiration of her sister's sense of style, to wishing the train to move faster. And as much as she tried to ignore it. Every time he breathed it went straight to the back of her neck. It was like her skin had suddenly taken on a hyper sensitivity. Whenever he exhalted, it wasn't just puff of air, it was almost like an electrical caress against her skin. Her hands were rolled into fisted so tight her knuckled had turned white. OH! She wobbled a little as he sighed. Damn it! What's happening to me?
This was almost as bad as their encounter in the street, when he spoke into her ear. Though if he started breathing into her ear like that, she would probably pass out. It didn't have as great of an effect on her as the other did, but it was filling her head with things that she shouldn't be thinking about. She had asked Kodama about it the other day. She was the one with all the experiance in this sort of thing. All these feelings were still fairly new to her, so she had no idea if it was normal to have them. Kodama however, was more than happy to lend advice.
'I dunno,' she said. 'I get like that sometimes, but it kinda depends on the guy. Like there was this one time I had to stayed after class so i could finish-up a painting before my deadline... You that red one I did that went from the floor to the ceiling.... Anyway, this guy that I hung out with in class stayed up there with me. After a couple of hours we decided to take a break. And we stated talking and then we started flirting back and forth. Well, we were the only ones left up in the art studio. So our conversation started to get a little dirty. And after I was about to go back to painting when he just came up behind me and started to kissing me right here.' She tapped the side of her neck just below her left ear. 'He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, so he had this scruffy little beard that kinda tickled a little. And then he slipped his hands under my shirt and started to rub my tits.' She brought her hands up and cupped her breast to emphasize his actions. 'After a couple of minutes of him just touching me and his lips on my neck... I actually came! And it was so intense, it took me longer to recover from it than it did for him to get me there. Aftewards I slamed him on the ground and I started... um, Hikari? Is something wrong?' She finally took notice that her sister, had slumped foward in her chair and dropped her head into her hands.
Without bothing to raise her head Hikari just replied by reminding her older sister what she asked her in the first place. 'It was just a yes or no question I didn't need to know that other stuff.'
Hikari's eyebrow twitched, that was one of the main reasons why she didn't go to her for advice. Kodama was just too casual about sex. And was too willing to tell you a story or two about the guys she had screwed. The worst part was, that she also told her stories to Nozomi. But it wasn't like she had anyone else to talk to. She couldn't ask her father, 'Daddy, when my boyfriend whispers into my ear, I kinda get turned by it, is that normal? ' It wasn't like he was ever home anyway. But at least Kodama eventually answered her question, albeit in a around about way. At least she that sort of reaction was normal, and she was perfectly ok.
Hikari's breath left her, as her entire body trembled. No, she wasn't ok. He did it again. She was sure he wasn't doing it on purpose. But why did it have to be right now. She pretty sure this sort of stimulation bordered on criminal. And she could see how much of a mistake she made by choosing to face away from him. Embarrassment was preferable to this. She shived again. She couldn't take this anymore. His slightest movements seemed shift every molecule of air between then to a tactility registerable level. Her heart felt as though it was going to explode. She needed to get away from Shinji. She needed get out of this hot house of a train. She needed to get some space to calm down. Because if this continued any longer she was going to need a change of underwear.
But sadly the fears and discomfort of two teenagers, were never factor in the universe. You see an several interesting things occur when giant otherworldly creature explode at ground level. The same explosion that caused the closing of several rail lines though out city, also caused some instabilities in the tracks of the ones that remained open. It was nothing severe enough to cause the train to derail. But it was enough to cause the trains to have to operate at slower than normal speeds, and also caused the ride to less than smooth.
Hikari was already swaying with every little bump the train made. So when the car they were riding in suddenly jolted, she fell backwards into her boyfriend. Shinji had been doing best not to think of Hikari in a sexual way. It was all in an effort to will a certain wayward appendage into a completely flaccid state. But her proximity and scent was was undermining his efforts. But he completely lost the battle when she fell against him. He tighten his grip on the handle rail and quickly brought his other hand around to try to brace her.
It was as though time had stopped. Her backside was pressed squarely against him. He was so focused on this little fact that he didn't notice that when he brought his hand up to catch her, his hand landed high on her stomach. High enough, that his thumb brushed the underside of her left breast. Oddly enough Hikari was so distracted by where his fingers had touched that she didn't even register the state of his phallus. But as quickly as it had happened, it was over.
"SORRY!!!" they cried out in such a way that their voices were nearly indistinguishable from each other. They both moved to reestablished the little bit of space between them. Much to Shinji's agony, Hikari pushed herself off of him, by rocking her hips forward. And despite the horror he felt, for having violated her in that manner, there was another part of him that took the time to acknowledge how nice it felt.
She had brought her arms up to her chest in shock of being touched there by a boy for the first time in her life. Even though it wasn't a direct touch, to her it may as well have been. Even though it was just a thumb, and there were two layers of clothing, plus a bra in the way. Any idea that it really wasn't a big deal never entered her mind. Then again neither did logical thinking. Like why did she apologize when he was the one who touched her. But she had never had been in a relationship with someone before. And this, at least in her mind, was playing into her wishes to progress their relationship. It wasn't exactly the kind of progress she was thinking of, but she was still happy to have it. Hikari Horaki, age fifteen, just got felt up, sort of, by her boyfriend. Hoorah.
Kodama's story had suddenly became relevant to current events. She couldn't help but imagine herself in her sister's position, and how easy it would be for Shinji to mimic the actions of her older sister's ex-boyfr... her lov... no, her classma.... or whatever the hell he was. She bet he could slip his hands in under her arms and into her seifuku without anybody being any wiser. Beneath the blue-green fabric he could undo the buttons of her blouse. And slide his fingers across her skin. Damn it I'm turning into my sister. What is happening to me?
Having an active imagination was dangerous, especially when you had sex on the brain. But what troubled her was why she had 'sex on the brain' to begin with. She could put all of the blame on Shinji, he was the one that had to do all that breathing. She was the 'good' child, she wasn't suppost to think these things. No, she was responsible and she never did anything wrong. So why was this happening? Could it be that deep down inside she was every bit of the sex fiend that Kodama was. With the way her mind had been working it was looking more and more of a possiblity.
But still there was one thing missing. A kiss. Something beyond the simple peck on the cheek. But like so many things, she didn't know how to initiate one. This sucks.
Now Shinji had been preparing himself for some sort of retaliation from the girl, but none came. And then it happened a scream of 'Prevert.' But it wasn't from Hikari. No, it came from the same direction as the scream from earlier. It seemed that Hikari wasn't the only one to lose her balance, there were other passengers making apologies to those close to them. But they were drowned out by the irrate shrieking of that girl from earlier. Shinji strained his head to look over the crowd. He was just in time to catch her kick an old man in the face, an amazing feat in this crowd. But more over, he was relieved to see that the girl in question wasn't Asuka. Her hair was short and black, and she was too... um 'small'.... chested to be the German. Even if it was Asuka in disguise there was no way she could compact her features into a package that slim.
He turned back to Hikari, she was looking too. But the moment he turned her way, she looked over at him. And when their eyes met, she immediatly turned away and he shifted his gaze to the advertisements, that ran along the top of the train car. Yet this reaction to each other only caused them to be totally unprepared, as another jolt took hold of the train. Once again Hikari fell backwards into him.
With her head filled with ideas of closeness, she didn't try to push herself off of him. But unlike the last time she fell against him, she did noticed something that wasn't there the time before. Or prehaps it was and she didn't allow herself to stay in the previous position long enough to feel it. However due to combination of being new to whole physical intimacy thing and a bit of youthful innocence, it didn't occure to her what exactly she felt against her backside. And without thinking she wiggled a bit. Shinji brought a shaky hand up to her hip. And in a trembling whisper he called her name in a questioning manner. Her eye's widened as childish naivety left her. It was that! His thing! His edifice. His euphemism. And I just rubbed my butt against it!
But despite the revelation, she still did not move away. Nor did she try answer his questioning call. Instead a strange impulse took over. And she did it again. But it was no longer a curious wiggle. She moved in a slow and deliberate manner, which only served to accentuate the contours of their anatomy to each other. She then moved again, this time adopting an up and down motion. It was like when he breathed on her neck or whispered into her ear. But far more direct, and in a way dangerously playful. And the feeling of him against her buttocks was filling her with a tingling warmth. She found the sensations to be absolutely addicting. It was becoming difficult not to change her motions to one with a faster tempo.
What she was feeling did make her realize one thing This was why Kodama did it. All those times she had called Kodama a slut, she never made an attempt to deny it. The older girl liked sex and this was why.
"w-w-What.. are you doing?" his hand squeezed her hip, as he asked.
She didn't answer him. She was so lost in the moment, that she did not even want to. So she ground into him again.
"h-Hikari! We have to stop!" He whispered, desperately trying to pushed her away.
She knew he was right. This had long ago crossed a line of what was appropriate. She conceded and moved away from him. But instead of continuing to stand the way she was. She twisted and turned, causing a little bit more bumping and a little more rubbing. And she didn't stop until they were looking at each other in the eye. His face was red. She was pretty sure that she was matching him in color. But right now all she could think about was kissing him right now. Everyone on the train seemed distracted by the kung fu antics of that one girl. Well almost everybody. There was this greasy looking otaku standing behind Shinji, and he was looking at her with what could be described as a 'dumb shit' smile. Ok, that was really killing the mood.
But it didn't matter if it didn't happen right then. She knew it would eventually happen. Sometimes to get what you want you have to take a step back. Especially when you took a leap forward like she did.
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He closed the apartment door as quietly as he could. Even though it was considered rude, he chose not to announce his arrival. The apartment was dark anyway. There was something he had to take care of. With stealthy movements he shead his wet shoes and socks at the door and proceeded to tip-toe though the apartment. His goal was to slip into the bathroom unnoticed and work off some of the frustrations that had built up on the ride home. He didn't know what was going though Hikari's head right then. But whatever it was, it was just... Wow! He never thought she would ever do anything like that, especially on a crowded train.However recounting her movements against him just reminded him of the particular strain he was under right now. Since they disembarked from the train he had developed a dull ache down there. Oddly enough his current predicament made him think of a video clip Kensuke had showed both him and Touji at school. It was an old pro-abstinence sex-ed film. He wanted to laugh just thinking of the doctor in that film saying. 'In your pants, is a ticking time bomb'. Right now he couldn't agree more.
At least they were able to leave the station. The rain had slowed to a tolerable level. Though it was still misting outside. They had walked side by side in silence. They let the rain cool their minds and libidos. It wasn't until they had reached Hikari's street that they really exchanged any words. Both of them were soaked. However the weather had a striking effect on Hikari. It seemed to turn her skin paler, and her hair darker as it clung to her face. But her lips retained a touch of pink that made her look incredibly sexy. And so did the way the rain turned her blouse translucent. He could see the white of her bra, where her uniform split.
But aside from exchanging hesitant goodbyes, they didn't even try to make their farewell physical in anyway. After what they just did, Shinji wasn't sure if could just hug her. He was tempted to try to kiss her. But fear got the better of him. Which was probably for the best. He was pretty sure he could settle for just a kiss, either. Right now his desires were getting the best of him. He just had his first taste of sex, or prehaps he could call it 'Not-Sex'. And it left him wanting more.
He slid around a corner and found his goal. The door was slightly ajar and the light was also off. He smiled at his good fortune. He had a free ride now. He paused a moment, and wondered if Hikari was thinking about doing the same. He found the idea to be a little hot. Not that he needed to think about her doing that sort of thing to take care of himself. Though it wouldn't hurt either. Actually just the image of her drenched in rain, was enough to do the job. He smiled as he was less than a meter from his goal, and about a couple of seconds away from, as Touji would say, 'wankin' it till it screams.'
"Oh, Shinj!..."
He froze. The voice came from the kitchen.
"...Could you come in here a second."
FUCK!
Shinji coughed. Slowly and painfully he turned, towards to source of the voice. Before crossing into the kitchen, he took a couple of deep breaths so he could compose himself.
Misato was sitting at the kitchen table. The only light in the room was a fluorescent lamp that was above the stove. She must have been waiting a long time for him to come home. And Shinji was just too preoccupied, to realize he was walking into an ambush. He didn't bother to check who else was home when he took off his shoes. And neither Misato nor Asuka even went to bed this early. But there she was sitting in there in the dark with a beer raised to her mouth. Shinji flipped on the light.
She quickly raised her beer to sheild her eyes. She was wearing some of her off-duty clothes, which was a pair of tiny shorts and a loose t-shirt. As she recovered from the change in lighting she motioned him toward the chair opposite of her. Small boxes of take-out littered the table. Recently he had been coming to home from school late. So he hadn't been cooking as often as he used to. Which meant she was slowly returning to a diet of take-out and ramen cups.
"Your soaked," she said after a long silence. She reached behind her, stretching until she could grab a roll of paper towels that was on the kitchen counter. She tossed them to him. "I picked up some of that pork fried rice that you liked."
"Oh... um... Thanks."
She took another long gulp, Not taking her eyes off her ward. She was starting to make him feel more uncomfortable than he already was.
"You know, I saw something interesting today. Can you guess what that was."
Shinji swallowed. And slowly shook him head. As he patted his hair dry.
"Well. It was some pictures, of you."
"...uh, ...r-Really?"
Misato nodded, but a smile was starting to blossum on her face.
"So when did you two start going out?"
Shinji felt a wave of relief wash over him. For a moment he thought she may have some how found out about what both he and Hikari had done, despite how unlikely it would be for her to have photographs of the incident.
"Oh, that? We've been.... um, together... for just a few weeks."
"hmmm, What do you mean by 'oh that'?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is there something I should know about?"
"Oh, n-No, nothing at all!" He adamantly denied
"Do I have to give you the... talk?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, only to burst into laughter when his face turned completely red. She then reached across the table to ruffle his hair. "It's good to know your still so easy to tease.
"But I've got to say that I am proud of you. You've changed alot from when you first came here. And it's nice to see that you found yourself somebody. To tell you the truth,... I was kinda suprised when I found out."
Shinji frowned. What is that suppost to mean?
"um, How did you find out? Did Asuka tell you?"
Misato just shook her head.
"I got a report from Section-2, they have to tell me about any noticable changes in you behavior. And I asked Asuka about it when I got home, but she didn't seem to want to talk about it. Actually I think I sort of pissed her off when I did. But don't worry about it. Actually I think that you and Hikari look cute together. I thought she was a nice girl, and she's was so polite and well behaved compared to those other two you hang out with."
Shinji smiled slightly. Well behaved, uh?
"Well do you have anything you like to ask me? You know... dating advice?" She giggled watching his face redden. Honestly she didn't think he would ask anything, but she waited a moment anyway. But as the silence stretched into a minute she got up to leave. "Well if not I guess I'll be going to bed."
She had almost left when she heard a tiny voice come from behind her.
"What was that?"
Shinji head was lowered and his face was bright red. But Shinji only repeated what he said in just a low mumble.
She walked back over to him and bent down closer to him. Making him fidget a bit in his seat and insuring her that she would hear what he had said. She was a bit of a suprised that he took up her offer. Especially since it wasn't in his nature to go to others for help. He spent so many years trying to be self-sufficient. So when he first came here he wouldn't have asked for help with anything. So when he did make requests she learned to pay attention.
She stood up immediatly, after Shinji repeated his question. A mild blush graced her cheeks. So, you really have changed. She moved and sat down on the corner of the table near him. He backed up a little, his chair sweaked on the floor.
"My, my Shinji, aren't you becoming bold. Well the first thing I can tell you is not to rush anything. Just take your time. When you kiss a girl...," her voice dropped and took a sultry quality that she often reserved for when she wanted to motivate a man to do something fot her, "... you don't want to just shove your tongue in her mouth and start flailing it everywhere." She reached out and placed her index finger on the edge of his lower lips. "Try to use just the tip of you tounge. And lightly make contact wit hers." She moved her finger lightely, moving it up and down and then across his lips. "You may want to try to change things a bit, like kissing just one part of her mouth, like maybe her lower lip and then going back to something deeper. After you two get more comfortable, you can try things like sliding your fingers though her hair,... girls like that sort of thing." She stood back up on her feet. She looked down at him once more, before bending down in such a way that he would see clear down her shirt. "And when you two get really comfortable you can slide your fingers elsewhere."
She stood up, with a laugh. He was so easy to tease. She left for her room, being pretty sure she couldn't do anymore damage to him than she already had.
It probably wasn't until she had closed her bedroom door, that he released the breath he was holding. He brought his hand up to his mouth tracing the path her finger took. He really didn't need that. The advice was good and all, but the delivery only reminded him of what he was planning to do when he had snuck into the apartment in the first place.
He reached for the one unopened carton of food that was left on the table. It was only slightly warm. He stood up and moved gingerly towards the microwave and placed the box inside. While he was hungry, his mind was focused on other needs. After setting his dinner to cook he moved though the darkened apartment, towards the bathroom. He was starting to think that a warm shower would be good also. This day had been particularly rough for him. And he wasn't talking about the weather or the number of people that were on the train. It was Hikari and Misato. Though Misato was more out of playful teasing. His real concern was placed with Hikari, and what exactly possessed her to do what she did. Shinji shook his head. These women are going to kill me.
He slid open the bathroom door, when he suddenly found himself bathed in light. He wasn't paying attention when he returned to the hallway. Nor did it occur to him that the door was open and not closed earlier. All he knew at that very moment and time, was that he was a dead man. It was like watching a train wreck happen, only right now he was the poor smuck, who couldn't get his car off the track. She must have slipped in, when i was talking to Misato.
She too stood there eye's wide, looking as just as suprised as he was. Although her facial expressions where the furthest from his mind. She must have been getting ready for a bath. Because she was just in her underwear. For the last couple of weeks he had been cooking less, but he still did a majority of the laundry. The only thing he didn't wash was Asuka's underwear. She always took care of that. Claiming that she didn't want him doing perverted things with them. If he was really into that sort of thing, he could have stolen Misato's panties any time he wanted. But despite all of Asuka's claims, he was always hestitant in handling Misato's unmentionables. It felt scandalous to be in the same room as them. Some of her underwear was so skimpy, they looked more like eye-patches.
Asuka, from the few times he had seem them, was much more conservative in what she wore than their guardian. Or at least she wore things that had more fabric to them. But she didn't just limit herself to the plain white cotten garments that one would more commonly associate with girl her age. She had also picked from a wide variety of colors and syles. Like right now, she was wearing a matching set of black and lacy underwear. They stood in high contrast against her pale european skin. It was then that he felt a bit of guilt. He was with someone and despite that he was gawking at another girl. It wasn't right for him to do so. Especially after what happened on the train.
But he couldn't help but look. When Asuka walked into a room, guys took notice. She stood out so much compared to the other girls in his class. Her copper-red hair wasn't a common sight. And Japanese girls just weren't built like that. Her tits were just huge. They weren't like Misato big, but they were getting there. Her stomach was flat and toned. And her legs looked so incredibly smooth. At this point embarassment and chivalry would have forced him to look away and apologize. If anything he should look away for Hikari's sake. But he couldn't move from his spot. He was frozen by some strange dark magic. Because not only was she in her underwear, she was in the process of getting out of her undergarments. Both of her hands were behind her back, and with the loose way the garment hung on her body it was safe to say that she had just unhooked her bra.
Slowly she lowered her arms and moved them back to her sides. But while Shinji was held in place by whatever spell her body had cast, she had overcome the initial shock of him walking in on her. But unlike what he had expected her to do, she didn't scream, and she didn't rush forward and punch him. Her brow had furrowed slightly, but otherwise her face remained neutral. She didn't try to fix her dress either. What she did next scared the shit out of him, and if he capable of movement, he probably would have left the apartment and ran back out into the rain.
She slowly took a step towards him. Shinji's heart started to pound. With every step she took, the straps of her bra fell a little. By the time she reached the door, her top had fallen enough so that he could see the top edge of her hot pink areolas. Her right hand came forward, but she only grabbed the handle of the door. Her blue eyes sparked in a mischievously way he had never seen before amd she then took on a dangerous sort of grin. With the same slowness, she mouthed a single word. Taking her time to exaggerate every syllable. Per- vert! And she then pivoted on her heels, sliding the door shut at the same time. Her motion caused her bra to finish it's descent. Giving him a brief and completely unobstructed view of her nipples. The door shut leaving him in the dark again. He then heard the lock click over.
He stood there for several more minutes. What the hell was that!?
He returned to the kitchen, sat down and layed his forehead on the table. He didn't know what the hell was going on. First his girlfriend spent a good part of the train ride home, rubbing herself ass into his crotch. Then his thirty year old guardian decided to molest his lips. Granted he was asking her for advice but she didn't have to do it the way she did. And then Asuka.... was she trying to seduce him? In all the months he had know her she never did anything like that. There was that one time when they all went to the pool at Nerv. But he chalked that up to teasing and her just making fun of him. Did that mean she was interested in him. Why would she do that now? This day couldn't get any weirder.
It was then his phone rang. His mind was such a mess it didn't, occure to him that the only people who had his cell number where people at Nerv. And aside from Asuka or Misato need him for something the only other people who called him where from Nerv.
"Hello?"
He brought the phone to his ear without even bothering to lift his head up.
"um, Hello?"
"Ikari."
His head shot up. There was only one person he knew that talked like that. A voice that was as light as a whisper and was as eerie and as strangely beautiful as it's owner. But why? She rarely talked to him for anything.
"um, a-Ayanami?"
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Author's note: This was a longish chapter. For some reason I felt like serving up a couple of spoonfuls of sexual tension. Umm the next chapter will probably take a while, and it will probably be in three parts.