Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons ❯ Changing Seasons 07 ( Chapter 7 )
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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: 5.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.11.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
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. Oohhhh right! Gigitty-gigitty-gigitty goo.
Changing Seasons
by: JErosion
A look of disgust darkened her features. It was the sort of face one might use, while looking at a disobedient child. She sighed. She had to face the truth, and the little '+' that appeared on the plastic stick she held. She could always accuse it of lying to her. But then that would just mean she was lying to hearself, but you could only lie to yourself about this for so long. And accusing an inanimate object of being dishonest was a step towards insanity. Then again, Nerv was at the very heart of madness.
Besides the test itself was too simple to allow for errors. And the instructions on the box were too straight forward as well. 'Plus' your pregnant, 'Minus' your not. Nice, simple and easy. And the little shit wasn't giving her the answer she wanted to see. She flicked the loathsome device into the small waste bin, letting it join another pregancy test that she was sure that was giving her a false reading. Two different tests, from two different manufacturers, telling her the same thing. Pregnacy Test-2, Akagi-0. Shit.
Her hands were shaking. She didn't need this. She couldn't be a mother. Hell her mother was barely one, and even her grandmother did a questionable job. She came from a long line of half-assed parents, who placed their their personal lives and goals aboved their offspring. How could she ever be a competent mother? She didn't know the first thing about rearing a child. The closest thing she had to it was Rei. And she didn't count because she spent most of that time wishing great harm on her. She rested her head on one of her hands, the world could literally end at any second. What right did she have to bring a life into it. She froze. Her other hand had taken upon itself to slink it's way into her pocket and draw out her pack of cigarettes from her pocket. It only occured to her that it had done that when she had taken one into her mouth. She was under way too much stress. Between the angels, the evangelions, dodging her assistant, and dodging her lover, it was a wonder she hadn't gone mad. And now all she could think about was how bad she wanted one of those lovely-lovely cancer sticks. It was like she was in highschool all over again. Sneaking off to the bathrooms between classes for a quick smoke.
She rolled her lighter in her palm. The confirmation of what she feared, was pretty much the last straw. Yet she couldn't bring herself to light it. Here she was with a cigerette dangling from her mouth and her body demanding it's daily allotment of nicotine. Any other moment she would not have hesitated. Any other moment, she would have lit her cigarette in the cancer ward of a hospital if the urge hit her just right. But before today she wasn't pregnant.
Everything changes now. Habits, diet, the places you go and the things you do. Morning sickness, hormonal changes, weight gain, stretch marks, and breast swelling. Well that last one wasn't so bad. She wouldn't mind going up a cup size. But the stretch marks and weight gain was completely unacceptable. Despite her smoking, she swam three times a week to maintain her figure.
Of coarse there was a simple and easy way out of this situation. All it would take was a single pill and all her worries would be gone within a day or two. But.... she didn't think she could do it. She always believed in a woman's right to choose. And it wasn't out of any religious conviction. Her religion was science. This child was hers, something she made. Birthrates world wide were on the decline. And she managed to do something couples everywhere were struggling to do. So, could she abort this child? She shook her head at the thought.
It was then that she heard the door open and small footsteps echo against the bathroom floor.
"um, Doctor Akagi?"
Ah, Maya Ibuki. Actually she was suprised the girl hadn't found her sooner. Always right there at her heels and so eager to please. And so impressionable too. If she were an evil woman and a raging lesbian, she could easily take advantage of the girl. Though she did suspect the girl would all to willing to engage in such a thing. There had been more than one occasion were she had caught the girl staring at her with glassy eyes and a noticable blush on her face. Of coarse that might be a little bit of paranoia on her part, but she was still pretty sure that was more than admiration in her subordinate's eyes.
She took the cigarette from her mouth and slipped it back into it's package. After a second of hesitation she threw it in the waste bin. Straightening her self up a bit, she undid the latched door in front of her and stuck her head out of the stall.
"OH! I'm sorry Senpai!"
The girl turned red and spun around. The doctor shook her head. It wasn't like she was naked or anything. She went to the sink and began to wash her hands.
"ah, Doctor Akagi? um, I was... They are waiting um, for the test."
"I know Maya... And you know you can face me."
Ritsuko took her time. A quick glimps in the mirror showed her that the girl timidly turn in her direction. She had half-hidden herself behind a clip board she was carrying.
"Uh, Senpai. Are you feeling alright?"
She looked up at the girl, though the mirror.
"It's just that... you look kind of pale."
"hmm?" Ritsuko shift her eyes back to her own reflection. Maya was right. She did look pale. "It's nothing to worry about Maya. I've just been a little sick lately."
If she only knew. Ritsuko smiled a little at that thought. Would she be so willing to keep following her around like a staving puppy once she found out. It might be too much of a shock for her little assistant to learn that she had gotten herself knocked up. Most people around would be suprised by it. She simply didn't talk about her private life. It wasn't like she could just come out and say, that she was having an affair with the Commander of Nerv. While you would hear most of the female staff around the offices talked about their relationships. She couldn't. Actually she wouldn't be suprised if there were rumors about her being lesbian. She wasn't exactly a friendly person, and she knew that she had gained the ire of some of Nerv's staff. And it wasn't uncommon for women to start rumors about another out of spite. Which might be the reason why Maya was so happy to be around her. She was a nice girl, but she just didn't swing that way. Maybe she should tell everyone. And Maya finding out that her precious senpai preferes cock, might do something to curb that staring habit of hers.
But for now she was content to hide her secret. Technically she could probably hide it for another two to three more months. But sooner or later she would have to tell somebody. That was the easy part. The hard part would come, when people asked her who the father was. But she knew who she needed to talk to first.
Another sync test had come to an end. But two things happened afterwards that were slightly unusual. As soon as she had exited her test plug she saw the commander. Now it wasn't completely unheard of for him to come down here after a test had come to an end. The thing that was odd about it, was that the commander was waiting in front of Shinji's plug and not the First Child's. The two of them had stared at each other for a while before he bend down and said something to Shinji. For a moment Shinji looked terrified. Still dripping with LCL, he walked slowly with his father down the test chamber and away from them. They began to talk, or more accurately the older Ikari began to talk and Shinji began to listen. She was too far away to hear them.
Now the second of the two highly unusual events was, that she was so curious about what they where saying to each other that she actually asked about it. Much like she expected, the little bitch was too stuck-up to answer her. Here she was making an effort to talk to her and she didn't even have the decency to answer a little question. It had always been like that since the first day they met. 'If I'm ordered to', she thought in a mocking voice.
She watched the blue haired girl start to change back into her clothes. That was another thing that about the girl that pissed her off. Every day she wore the same damn shit. Was her school uniform the only thing she had to wear? It was like she was some sort of lame-ass super hero. She opens her closet and she has got about fifty sets of the same uniform. Look up in the sky! It's bland! It's boring! It's Wonder Girl!
She had tried to make conversation with her before. Ninety percent of the time she was only greeted with silence. Usually the german would just give up and leave her the girl to her own medicority. But lately she hadn't been herself. Lately, her mind had become occupied with thoughts, that had shifted from her norm. Lately she found herself feeling things and doings things that were highly contradicory to the way she was just months before.
But she was determine not to let the doll get away without giving her some sort of response. She had walked past them in the test chamber. She had to have heard some of the things the commander said. And with the way things generally went around here, she probably would know what they were talking about without having to have walked past them. But if she was going to get anywhere, she was going to have to act now. The german walked her way over to the first child, she still had her towel wrapped around her. She had spent a little longer in the shower than the other pilot. She leaned up against a locker that was right next to her target.
"Any thoughts? Any clues or insights that you would like to share?"
The girl paused for a moment, and then continued to button-up her shirt. She did not answer. Asuka's eyebrow twitched. This called for desperate measures, and a swallowing of pride.
"Well?..... Ayanami." She said the last part as sweetly as she could, given the circumstances. It still came out a little strained, but she did say it. And yes, it hurt.
But it had the desired effect. As the little blue-haired minx finally turned to aknowledge her.
"It is none of our concerns."
She resumed putting on her clothes. She was being difficult. Culturally the Japanese tended to respect others privacy and mind their own business. But goddamnit she wanted to know!
"Ok.... Hypothetically then... what do you think they are talking about?"
She watched the girl pause again in her attempts to get dressed.
"I do not see the purpose in this line questioning."
Her blood-pressure was rising. Just answer the question!!!
"Just consider this an opprotunity to bond.... you know,... like a chance to improve our... teamwork. To make us be better pilots."
That was bull-shit. And with the look the first child had she knew it was bull-shit too. But with the way her eyes shifted to the side, she may have begun to consider it.
"I believe they are discussing the Ikari's relationship with the class representative."
Oh. Asuka rolled her head back and stared at the ceiling. That sounded about right. Baka has a girlfriend. And daddy wants to keep tabs on him. Or at least on a leash. But some how that bothered her. Hikari, her best friend and perhaps her only friend, was now the girlfriend of her roommate. But why? The girl could do so much better than that leacherous idiot. She had half-a-mind to tell Hikari about the other day when he walked in on her, while she was getting ready to take a shower! But the thing was, she didn't tell her. She sighed with a frown forming on her face. For some reason that didn't bother her as much as Hikari getting envolved with him did. She knew how to deal with perverts. But Hikari was such a 'nice girl', that she was prime to be taken advantage of.
"What do you think about Shinji and Hikari getting together?"
She wasn't really asking Rei, it was more like she was asking herself. She just happened to say it out loud. Yet because of their proximity Rei heard her, despite her voice not being above the barest of whispers.
"They are fortunate."
"Hm?"
"They are fortunate to be able to have formed the bond that they have.
There was a tiny waver in her voice, one that beckoned further inquiry. And she had already gotten her foot in the door, so what the hell? She might never get the girl in a conversation again.
"Would you have prefered it if he was with you?"
"That would not be possible."
"Why not?" Asuka asked slowly turning back to her.
"Nerv regulations prohibits relationships between active combat pilots."
Asuka laughed out loud.
"Regulations! HA! That's pathetic! You live you life according to manual! Hasn't anybody ever told you that there's more to life than stupid rules!"
What civility there had been in their conversation had vanished. The albino wore a frown on her face. She collected the last of her items, and proceeded to leave the locker room. She wasn't going to stand here and be ridiculed. The only thing she had left to do was to tie her ribbon back around her neck. That was something she easily do in the elevator ride to the surface. The Second Child had left her spot, continuing to laugh all the way back to her locker. She had tried to be sincere in her conversation with the foreigner. She should have known that it would have ended in such a way.
Shinji was interesting to her. That was all she could say about him. It was as though she lacked the proper vocabulary to describe what she felt when she was around him. She reasoned that it may be because he was simply the Commander's son. And while he did resembled his father, he wasn't him. It a way it made him more accessible than the commander was. So would she have prefered to be the one in a romanitc relationship with Ikari? She did not know. Even if it was not against Nerv regulations, she had certain responsibilities that she would always be bound to. And she was largely content with the friendship he had shown her. If anything, she felt some envy for the class representative, for being able to turn her acquaintanceship with Ikari, into something that promised to be deeper and richer for the both of them.
The commander, as she understood it, was going to remind his son of his duties. It truely was not a thing that should concern her or the second. However it did beg the question of why was the gaijin so interested in what they where talking about. Was it possible that she harbor secret feelings for him. She could ask, however she believed that would only invite anger and possible physical altercations with the second child. The commander had already instructed her not to engage in such activities against her. Most of the time she tried to ignore her, but this only seemed to agitate the girl further.
She left the locker room. She was still curious if her theory about the red-head had any credence. She had noticed that her behavior around the Ikari had changed. But as she thought about it she had noticed a change in many other people as well. Including herself. Like earlier this week she found herself, for reasons she could not comprehend, calling Ikari. And even stranger to her, she began to feel anxiety while dialing his cell phone number. Thier conversation did not last long. All she did was ask him about his well being and she also warned him that the commander was planning to speak with him. But neither of those were valid reasons to call him. It was something she would have to think about.
Petrichor. That was what it was called, that scent the wind blows in proceeding a rain storm. She read about it a long time ago. Certain plants produce an oil, that becomes absorbed by the ground, rocks, clay and even concrete. When rain begins to fall, those surfaces release the oil into the air, producing the scent. It wasn't as strong as it was when it rained several days before, but it was still there.
Hikari particularly loved this smell. For some reason it filled her with a sense of happiness. It was prehaps something that her brain associated with good memories. But try as she might she couldn't recall exactly was those memories involved. But Hikari didn't like to dwell on things from the past. Like her siblings, she tended to look forward to future and the memories she can create there. She peered over to her boyfriend and smiled. Yep, good memories.
However the sun had been completely over taken by the heavy clouds that were moving overhead. It had gotten dark enough that some of the street lamps had come on. And Hikari was starting to think, that maybe they should have gotten on the train after all. Because the scent of the earth wasn't the only thing in the air. There was a roar. It was such a startling sound that it made her freeze in midstep. Hikari didn't have much more time to react, before a hand encircled hers. And then she was running. Or more correctly she was scambling to try and keep up with Shinji. The rumble that had been far away a few seconds ago, had quickly grown louder and more ominous. Proving that they couldn't escape.
Rain. It fell in drops the size of bullets, and that impacted with what felt like similar force. Hikari squealled. It was like a wall of water just got dropped on them. And it wasn't just cold, it was like ice.
"Over here!" Shinji cried, pulling her with a quick jerk. This caused her to slip and she fell into Shinji.
She expected the two of them to be spralled out on the sidewalk. But he didn't fall. In fact he caught her. It was raining so hard she could barely see him. But she could feel him, especially his arms. He had wrapped his around her waist and hips. She screamed again, because he had, without giving her any warning, picked her up. She brought her hands up and clamped them around his shoulders. She couldn't even feel the sidewalk below her. It almost felt like she was flying.
But the ride was short lived. He had set her down, and the suddenly the rain stopped. No that wasn't right. She could still hear it, and she could feel the water continue to splash up on her legs.
"Are you ok?"
She blinked a bit, trying to shake the water out of her eyes. It took her a moment to regain her bearings. She stepped from foot to foot. Feeling the ground bend and warp below her. She was standing on top of a wooden bench. Not only that but she was beneath a covered bus stop.
"Hikari? Are you alright?" he asked stepping up on the bench with her.
For a moment her brain wasn't working. But she eventually she nodded assuring him that she was indeed ok. She stared at him as he turned his attention back out towards the storm. He was smiling. And aside from the little bit of pink on his cheeks he showed no signs of fatigue. And she was still trying to catch her breath. Now that she thought about it, she never knew how strong he was. Or how quick he was for that matter. Shinji had not only stopped her from falling, but he carried her over some distance and placed her upright on this bench. She turn her view out in the same direction as his. Watching the curtain of water fall around them.
When he had picked her up she had used his shoulders to brace herself. But as he had joined her on the bench, she had let her hands drop down and then settled her grip upon his left arm. She didn't want to let go. Much like the day before she was completely soaked. But unlike the other day the tempature hadn't dropped this much. She could actually see her breath in the air. And much like the rain had, the cold was seeping in too. She was shivering.
To Shinji the change in weather was exhilarating. He had never felt weather like this before. But as invigorating as it was for him, he noticed Hikari didn't seem to share his enthusiasm. She was trembling and seemed to be trying to bury herself into his side.
This was a moment for chivalry. He slip out of her grip and slid his arm around her and across her lower back. And then pulled her closer.
Hikari looked back at him, just as he had brought his other hand around to her other arm. His hand started to move back and forth. Producing just enough friction, to claim the goosebumps on her arms. She smiled. She was reminded right then, about how much she liked the color of his eyes. Was she really the only girl to ever notice? It was such a strong and stormy blue, that seemed so out of place in a boy his age. She lowered her eyes, and a blush was rising in her cheeks. Lately she found she had trouble keeping eye contact with him.
After a moment or so he stopped rubbing her arm, and brought his hand up to her face. His fingers lightly brushed away her bangs from her forhead. But when his fingers finished their little task, they did not leave her face. Instead they traveled across her temple and then down to her cheek.
Her skin felt cool. But just like the other day when they rode the train, her hair had taken on a darker hue and her skin had paled due to chill in the air. Yet her lips and cheeks kept just a touch of pink, that made her look absolutely beautiful to him. He started to move his thumb in tiny circles against her cheek. Her eye's fluttered shut and she made a tiny purr of approval. Without thinking he leaned his head towards her. He paused a little as the tip of his nose made contact with her right cheek and then he touched corner of her mouth with his lips. She didn't open her eyes, but he could feel her stiffen a little in his arms.
But for once he didn't back away. He didn't try to stammer an apology. His thumb twitched, brushing her cheek again. And he leaned forward and placed another chaste kiss on her lips. She turned and wiggled in his grasp. Eventually leaning flat against him with her hands on his chest. He moved again, lightly pressing his lips against hers. He did it again and then again. Each time their contact grew longer and deeper. And she tried to reciprocate the soft movements. Returning his light kisses with her own.
Her breath hitched as she felt his tongue quickly slip between her lips. Her hands tightened up into fists, taking up his shirt with them. She was started to find that all she could do, was try to mimic his actions. The tip of his tongue danced across hers. Setting a desperate flutter though out her chest and forcing her breath to deepened. She felt... frustration. His movements were just so painfully slow. Every time she would try to speed up, he would back away. And then he'd come back with a soft flicker of his tongue. He was teasing her, setting the pace and rhythm of their actions so that she had no choice but to submit to him. Despite the aggravation it caused her, another part of her loved it. In fact she could do little to stop the moan that rose in her thoat.
It was a while before their lips parted. While they had kissed she had twisted in his arms. His hand had left her cheek and joined it's brother, around her back. She let go of his shirt and her hands had snaked their way around his neck. And she had pressed herself flat against him. They were probably closer to each other than they had ever been before. The tips of their noses were touching, and small smiles played at each other faces. For the first time he could really feel her breasts. To his suprise they didn't seem to squish, but instead they felt hard and unwilling to yeild to the way she was pressed against him. She could feel him also. Or more precisely she could feel the small bulge from below his waist. She kind of figured that sort of thing was to be expected, since they were so close to each other. But due to their similar height, it was also pressing hazardously near her own area. Yet strangely she made no efforts to move away or adjust her position.
This was what she had been wanting for a while now. She knew she would never have the courage to be the first one to initiate a kiss like this. Inexperiance was the main cause of her being so timid about these things. But as it was often the case with her, once she tried something, she oftent wouldn't hesitate try it again. So in an experimental fashion she tied it out, leaning forward a little and kissed him softly on the lips. He returned her favor with similarly soft touch to her lips. They repeated this again and again, until they no longer broke away and their tongues and lips danced as they did before.
Dispite the rain and the wind and the sudden drop in temperature she didn't feel cold anymore.
Changing Seasons
by: JErosion
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Chapter 07A look of disgust darkened her features. It was the sort of face one might use, while looking at a disobedient child. She sighed. She had to face the truth, and the little '+' that appeared on the plastic stick she held. She could always accuse it of lying to her. But then that would just mean she was lying to hearself, but you could only lie to yourself about this for so long. And accusing an inanimate object of being dishonest was a step towards insanity. Then again, Nerv was at the very heart of madness.
Besides the test itself was too simple to allow for errors. And the instructions on the box were too straight forward as well. 'Plus' your pregnant, 'Minus' your not. Nice, simple and easy. And the little shit wasn't giving her the answer she wanted to see. She flicked the loathsome device into the small waste bin, letting it join another pregancy test that she was sure that was giving her a false reading. Two different tests, from two different manufacturers, telling her the same thing. Pregnacy Test-2, Akagi-0. Shit.
Her hands were shaking. She didn't need this. She couldn't be a mother. Hell her mother was barely one, and even her grandmother did a questionable job. She came from a long line of half-assed parents, who placed their their personal lives and goals aboved their offspring. How could she ever be a competent mother? She didn't know the first thing about rearing a child. The closest thing she had to it was Rei. And she didn't count because she spent most of that time wishing great harm on her. She rested her head on one of her hands, the world could literally end at any second. What right did she have to bring a life into it. She froze. Her other hand had taken upon itself to slink it's way into her pocket and draw out her pack of cigarettes from her pocket. It only occured to her that it had done that when she had taken one into her mouth. She was under way too much stress. Between the angels, the evangelions, dodging her assistant, and dodging her lover, it was a wonder she hadn't gone mad. And now all she could think about was how bad she wanted one of those lovely-lovely cancer sticks. It was like she was in highschool all over again. Sneaking off to the bathrooms between classes for a quick smoke.
She rolled her lighter in her palm. The confirmation of what she feared, was pretty much the last straw. Yet she couldn't bring herself to light it. Here she was with a cigerette dangling from her mouth and her body demanding it's daily allotment of nicotine. Any other moment she would not have hesitated. Any other moment, she would have lit her cigarette in the cancer ward of a hospital if the urge hit her just right. But before today she wasn't pregnant.
Everything changes now. Habits, diet, the places you go and the things you do. Morning sickness, hormonal changes, weight gain, stretch marks, and breast swelling. Well that last one wasn't so bad. She wouldn't mind going up a cup size. But the stretch marks and weight gain was completely unacceptable. Despite her smoking, she swam three times a week to maintain her figure.
Of coarse there was a simple and easy way out of this situation. All it would take was a single pill and all her worries would be gone within a day or two. But.... she didn't think she could do it. She always believed in a woman's right to choose. And it wasn't out of any religious conviction. Her religion was science. This child was hers, something she made. Birthrates world wide were on the decline. And she managed to do something couples everywhere were struggling to do. So, could she abort this child? She shook her head at the thought.
It was then that she heard the door open and small footsteps echo against the bathroom floor.
"um, Doctor Akagi?"
Ah, Maya Ibuki. Actually she was suprised the girl hadn't found her sooner. Always right there at her heels and so eager to please. And so impressionable too. If she were an evil woman and a raging lesbian, she could easily take advantage of the girl. Though she did suspect the girl would all to willing to engage in such a thing. There had been more than one occasion were she had caught the girl staring at her with glassy eyes and a noticable blush on her face. Of coarse that might be a little bit of paranoia on her part, but she was still pretty sure that was more than admiration in her subordinate's eyes.
She took the cigarette from her mouth and slipped it back into it's package. After a second of hesitation she threw it in the waste bin. Straightening her self up a bit, she undid the latched door in front of her and stuck her head out of the stall.
"OH! I'm sorry Senpai!"
The girl turned red and spun around. The doctor shook her head. It wasn't like she was naked or anything. She went to the sink and began to wash her hands.
"ah, Doctor Akagi? um, I was... They are waiting um, for the test."
"I know Maya... And you know you can face me."
Ritsuko took her time. A quick glimps in the mirror showed her that the girl timidly turn in her direction. She had half-hidden herself behind a clip board she was carrying.
"Uh, Senpai. Are you feeling alright?"
She looked up at the girl, though the mirror.
"It's just that... you look kind of pale."
"hmm?" Ritsuko shift her eyes back to her own reflection. Maya was right. She did look pale. "It's nothing to worry about Maya. I've just been a little sick lately."
If she only knew. Ritsuko smiled a little at that thought. Would she be so willing to keep following her around like a staving puppy once she found out. It might be too much of a shock for her little assistant to learn that she had gotten herself knocked up. Most people around would be suprised by it. She simply didn't talk about her private life. It wasn't like she could just come out and say, that she was having an affair with the Commander of Nerv. While you would hear most of the female staff around the offices talked about their relationships. She couldn't. Actually she wouldn't be suprised if there were rumors about her being lesbian. She wasn't exactly a friendly person, and she knew that she had gained the ire of some of Nerv's staff. And it wasn't uncommon for women to start rumors about another out of spite. Which might be the reason why Maya was so happy to be around her. She was a nice girl, but she just didn't swing that way. Maybe she should tell everyone. And Maya finding out that her precious senpai preferes cock, might do something to curb that staring habit of hers.
But for now she was content to hide her secret. Technically she could probably hide it for another two to three more months. But sooner or later she would have to tell somebody. That was the easy part. The hard part would come, when people asked her who the father was. But she knew who she needed to talk to first.
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"Hey Wonder Girl? You were closer. What were they talking about?"Another sync test had come to an end. But two things happened afterwards that were slightly unusual. As soon as she had exited her test plug she saw the commander. Now it wasn't completely unheard of for him to come down here after a test had come to an end. The thing that was odd about it, was that the commander was waiting in front of Shinji's plug and not the First Child's. The two of them had stared at each other for a while before he bend down and said something to Shinji. For a moment Shinji looked terrified. Still dripping with LCL, he walked slowly with his father down the test chamber and away from them. They began to talk, or more accurately the older Ikari began to talk and Shinji began to listen. She was too far away to hear them.
Now the second of the two highly unusual events was, that she was so curious about what they where saying to each other that she actually asked about it. Much like she expected, the little bitch was too stuck-up to answer her. Here she was making an effort to talk to her and she didn't even have the decency to answer a little question. It had always been like that since the first day they met. 'If I'm ordered to', she thought in a mocking voice.
She watched the blue haired girl start to change back into her clothes. That was another thing that about the girl that pissed her off. Every day she wore the same damn shit. Was her school uniform the only thing she had to wear? It was like she was some sort of lame-ass super hero. She opens her closet and she has got about fifty sets of the same uniform. Look up in the sky! It's bland! It's boring! It's Wonder Girl!
She had tried to make conversation with her before. Ninety percent of the time she was only greeted with silence. Usually the german would just give up and leave her the girl to her own medicority. But lately she hadn't been herself. Lately, her mind had become occupied with thoughts, that had shifted from her norm. Lately she found herself feeling things and doings things that were highly contradicory to the way she was just months before.
But she was determine not to let the doll get away without giving her some sort of response. She had walked past them in the test chamber. She had to have heard some of the things the commander said. And with the way things generally went around here, she probably would know what they were talking about without having to have walked past them. But if she was going to get anywhere, she was going to have to act now. The german walked her way over to the first child, she still had her towel wrapped around her. She had spent a little longer in the shower than the other pilot. She leaned up against a locker that was right next to her target.
"Any thoughts? Any clues or insights that you would like to share?"
The girl paused for a moment, and then continued to button-up her shirt. She did not answer. Asuka's eyebrow twitched. This called for desperate measures, and a swallowing of pride.
"Well?..... Ayanami." She said the last part as sweetly as she could, given the circumstances. It still came out a little strained, but she did say it. And yes, it hurt.
But it had the desired effect. As the little blue-haired minx finally turned to aknowledge her.
"It is none of our concerns."
She resumed putting on her clothes. She was being difficult. Culturally the Japanese tended to respect others privacy and mind their own business. But goddamnit she wanted to know!
"Ok.... Hypothetically then... what do you think they are talking about?"
She watched the girl pause again in her attempts to get dressed.
"I do not see the purpose in this line questioning."
Her blood-pressure was rising. Just answer the question!!!
"Just consider this an opprotunity to bond.... you know,... like a chance to improve our... teamwork. To make us be better pilots."
That was bull-shit. And with the look the first child had she knew it was bull-shit too. But with the way her eyes shifted to the side, she may have begun to consider it.
"I believe they are discussing the Ikari's relationship with the class representative."
Oh. Asuka rolled her head back and stared at the ceiling. That sounded about right. Baka has a girlfriend. And daddy wants to keep tabs on him. Or at least on a leash. But some how that bothered her. Hikari, her best friend and perhaps her only friend, was now the girlfriend of her roommate. But why? The girl could do so much better than that leacherous idiot. She had half-a-mind to tell Hikari about the other day when he walked in on her, while she was getting ready to take a shower! But the thing was, she didn't tell her. She sighed with a frown forming on her face. For some reason that didn't bother her as much as Hikari getting envolved with him did. She knew how to deal with perverts. But Hikari was such a 'nice girl', that she was prime to be taken advantage of.
"What do you think about Shinji and Hikari getting together?"
She wasn't really asking Rei, it was more like she was asking herself. She just happened to say it out loud. Yet because of their proximity Rei heard her, despite her voice not being above the barest of whispers.
"They are fortunate."
"Hm?"
"They are fortunate to be able to have formed the bond that they have.
There was a tiny waver in her voice, one that beckoned further inquiry. And she had already gotten her foot in the door, so what the hell? She might never get the girl in a conversation again.
"Would you have prefered it if he was with you?"
"That would not be possible."
"Why not?" Asuka asked slowly turning back to her.
"Nerv regulations prohibits relationships between active combat pilots."
Asuka laughed out loud.
"Regulations! HA! That's pathetic! You live you life according to manual! Hasn't anybody ever told you that there's more to life than stupid rules!"
What civility there had been in their conversation had vanished. The albino wore a frown on her face. She collected the last of her items, and proceeded to leave the locker room. She wasn't going to stand here and be ridiculed. The only thing she had left to do was to tie her ribbon back around her neck. That was something she easily do in the elevator ride to the surface. The Second Child had left her spot, continuing to laugh all the way back to her locker. She had tried to be sincere in her conversation with the foreigner. She should have known that it would have ended in such a way.
Shinji was interesting to her. That was all she could say about him. It was as though she lacked the proper vocabulary to describe what she felt when she was around him. She reasoned that it may be because he was simply the Commander's son. And while he did resembled his father, he wasn't him. It a way it made him more accessible than the commander was. So would she have prefered to be the one in a romanitc relationship with Ikari? She did not know. Even if it was not against Nerv regulations, she had certain responsibilities that she would always be bound to. And she was largely content with the friendship he had shown her. If anything, she felt some envy for the class representative, for being able to turn her acquaintanceship with Ikari, into something that promised to be deeper and richer for the both of them.
The commander, as she understood it, was going to remind his son of his duties. It truely was not a thing that should concern her or the second. However it did beg the question of why was the gaijin so interested in what they where talking about. Was it possible that she harbor secret feelings for him. She could ask, however she believed that would only invite anger and possible physical altercations with the second child. The commander had already instructed her not to engage in such activities against her. Most of the time she tried to ignore her, but this only seemed to agitate the girl further.
She left the locker room. She was still curious if her theory about the red-head had any credence. She had noticed that her behavior around the Ikari had changed. But as she thought about it she had noticed a change in many other people as well. Including herself. Like earlier this week she found herself, for reasons she could not comprehend, calling Ikari. And even stranger to her, she began to feel anxiety while dialing his cell phone number. Thier conversation did not last long. All she did was ask him about his well being and she also warned him that the commander was planning to speak with him. But neither of those were valid reasons to call him. It was something she would have to think about.
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They were walking home again. Because of Shinji's schedule, they hadn't been able to spend much time together outside of school. It had been a couple of days since they had rode together on the train and it was still very fresh on her mind. And she could tell it was on his as well. Especially with the way he blushed when they had walked past the station. It was one of the reasons why they had both elected to avoid the rail system on this particular day. But as they were walking the wind had suddenly picked up, and with it came the sweet scent of rain.Petrichor. That was what it was called, that scent the wind blows in proceeding a rain storm. She read about it a long time ago. Certain plants produce an oil, that becomes absorbed by the ground, rocks, clay and even concrete. When rain begins to fall, those surfaces release the oil into the air, producing the scent. It wasn't as strong as it was when it rained several days before, but it was still there.
Hikari particularly loved this smell. For some reason it filled her with a sense of happiness. It was prehaps something that her brain associated with good memories. But try as she might she couldn't recall exactly was those memories involved. But Hikari didn't like to dwell on things from the past. Like her siblings, she tended to look forward to future and the memories she can create there. She peered over to her boyfriend and smiled. Yep, good memories.
However the sun had been completely over taken by the heavy clouds that were moving overhead. It had gotten dark enough that some of the street lamps had come on. And Hikari was starting to think, that maybe they should have gotten on the train after all. Because the scent of the earth wasn't the only thing in the air. There was a roar. It was such a startling sound that it made her freeze in midstep. Hikari didn't have much more time to react, before a hand encircled hers. And then she was running. Or more correctly she was scambling to try and keep up with Shinji. The rumble that had been far away a few seconds ago, had quickly grown louder and more ominous. Proving that they couldn't escape.
Rain. It fell in drops the size of bullets, and that impacted with what felt like similar force. Hikari squealled. It was like a wall of water just got dropped on them. And it wasn't just cold, it was like ice.
"Over here!" Shinji cried, pulling her with a quick jerk. This caused her to slip and she fell into Shinji.
She expected the two of them to be spralled out on the sidewalk. But he didn't fall. In fact he caught her. It was raining so hard she could barely see him. But she could feel him, especially his arms. He had wrapped his around her waist and hips. She screamed again, because he had, without giving her any warning, picked her up. She brought her hands up and clamped them around his shoulders. She couldn't even feel the sidewalk below her. It almost felt like she was flying.
But the ride was short lived. He had set her down, and the suddenly the rain stopped. No that wasn't right. She could still hear it, and she could feel the water continue to splash up on her legs.
"Are you ok?"
She blinked a bit, trying to shake the water out of her eyes. It took her a moment to regain her bearings. She stepped from foot to foot. Feeling the ground bend and warp below her. She was standing on top of a wooden bench. Not only that but she was beneath a covered bus stop.
"Hikari? Are you alright?" he asked stepping up on the bench with her.
For a moment her brain wasn't working. But she eventually she nodded assuring him that she was indeed ok. She stared at him as he turned his attention back out towards the storm. He was smiling. And aside from the little bit of pink on his cheeks he showed no signs of fatigue. And she was still trying to catch her breath. Now that she thought about it, she never knew how strong he was. Or how quick he was for that matter. Shinji had not only stopped her from falling, but he carried her over some distance and placed her upright on this bench. She turn her view out in the same direction as his. Watching the curtain of water fall around them.
When he had picked her up she had used his shoulders to brace herself. But as he had joined her on the bench, she had let her hands drop down and then settled her grip upon his left arm. She didn't want to let go. Much like the day before she was completely soaked. But unlike the other day the tempature hadn't dropped this much. She could actually see her breath in the air. And much like the rain had, the cold was seeping in too. She was shivering.
To Shinji the change in weather was exhilarating. He had never felt weather like this before. But as invigorating as it was for him, he noticed Hikari didn't seem to share his enthusiasm. She was trembling and seemed to be trying to bury herself into his side.
This was a moment for chivalry. He slip out of her grip and slid his arm around her and across her lower back. And then pulled her closer.
Hikari looked back at him, just as he had brought his other hand around to her other arm. His hand started to move back and forth. Producing just enough friction, to claim the goosebumps on her arms. She smiled. She was reminded right then, about how much she liked the color of his eyes. Was she really the only girl to ever notice? It was such a strong and stormy blue, that seemed so out of place in a boy his age. She lowered her eyes, and a blush was rising in her cheeks. Lately she found she had trouble keeping eye contact with him.
After a moment or so he stopped rubbing her arm, and brought his hand up to her face. His fingers lightly brushed away her bangs from her forhead. But when his fingers finished their little task, they did not leave her face. Instead they traveled across her temple and then down to her cheek.
Her skin felt cool. But just like the other day when they rode the train, her hair had taken on a darker hue and her skin had paled due to chill in the air. Yet her lips and cheeks kept just a touch of pink, that made her look absolutely beautiful to him. He started to move his thumb in tiny circles against her cheek. Her eye's fluttered shut and she made a tiny purr of approval. Without thinking he leaned his head towards her. He paused a little as the tip of his nose made contact with her right cheek and then he touched corner of her mouth with his lips. She didn't open her eyes, but he could feel her stiffen a little in his arms.
But for once he didn't back away. He didn't try to stammer an apology. His thumb twitched, brushing her cheek again. And he leaned forward and placed another chaste kiss on her lips. She turned and wiggled in his grasp. Eventually leaning flat against him with her hands on his chest. He moved again, lightly pressing his lips against hers. He did it again and then again. Each time their contact grew longer and deeper. And she tried to reciprocate the soft movements. Returning his light kisses with her own.
Her breath hitched as she felt his tongue quickly slip between her lips. Her hands tightened up into fists, taking up his shirt with them. She was started to find that all she could do, was try to mimic his actions. The tip of his tongue danced across hers. Setting a desperate flutter though out her chest and forcing her breath to deepened. She felt... frustration. His movements were just so painfully slow. Every time she would try to speed up, he would back away. And then he'd come back with a soft flicker of his tongue. He was teasing her, setting the pace and rhythm of their actions so that she had no choice but to submit to him. Despite the aggravation it caused her, another part of her loved it. In fact she could do little to stop the moan that rose in her thoat.
It was a while before their lips parted. While they had kissed she had twisted in his arms. His hand had left her cheek and joined it's brother, around her back. She let go of his shirt and her hands had snaked their way around his neck. And she had pressed herself flat against him. They were probably closer to each other than they had ever been before. The tips of their noses were touching, and small smiles played at each other faces. For the first time he could really feel her breasts. To his suprise they didn't seem to squish, but instead they felt hard and unwilling to yeild to the way she was pressed against him. She could feel him also. Or more precisely she could feel the small bulge from below his waist. She kind of figured that sort of thing was to be expected, since they were so close to each other. But due to their similar height, it was also pressing hazardously near her own area. Yet strangely she made no efforts to move away or adjust her position.
This was what she had been wanting for a while now. She knew she would never have the courage to be the first one to initiate a kiss like this. Inexperiance was the main cause of her being so timid about these things. But as it was often the case with her, once she tried something, she oftent wouldn't hesitate try it again. So in an experimental fashion she tied it out, leaning forward a little and kissed him softly on the lips. He returned her favor with similarly soft touch to her lips. They repeated this again and again, until they no longer broke away and their tongues and lips danced as they did before.
Dispite the rain and the wind and the sudden drop in temperature she didn't feel cold anymore.
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Author's note: I know what I want to do for chapters eight thru eleven. Eight and nine will be mostly fun to write, with the later expect to see the return of the idiot duo, the 10th is going to be a little tough on me. And eleventh will probably be just be a one parter. After that my planning gets a little hazy but we may see another angel. I know with the last chapter came with a touch of lime and my thinking is that I will probably have full blown lemon content in here, the only thing is I have no intention to announce ahead of time when I'm going to do this. I don't want folks reading this just for the 'dirty parts'. With the rate at which the fict is progessing that is still a long ways off. I just beleave that sex eventually becomes a part of any relationship. And they are no exception.