Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons ❯ Changing Seasons 09 ( Chapter 9 )

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Changing Seasons

by: JErosion

Chapter 09


He had some time to kill before he had to leave. And not feeling too inclinded to finish up his homework he elected to watch some TV instead. However it as luck would have it he not be the one to decide which channel he would get to watch. It turned out that Asuka was in possession of the remote. Just like she was in control of most of the couch. She was half curled up on the sofa, occupying all of it except for the far left cushion. She had her head propped up on a large pillow that was sitting on the middle of the sofa. One of her legs was hanging over the right armrest while the other was curled beneath her. She only regarded him briefly as he sat down, before returning her gaze to the television.

"Hey." she greeted in a disinterested voice.

"um, Hi."

He carefully sat down on the remaining section of the couch, being careful not to sit on any of her hair.

"Aren't you suppost to be hanging out with those two loser friends of yours?"

"I don't have to leave... to meet them for a little while."

"hm."

He relaxed a little and settled in to watch the movie Asuka had tuned into. Although he hadn't seen this particular movie before. It had a familar plot. There is a wager is made between two people on wiether or not, one of the persons involved could take a common girl and turn her into a debutante. And in the process that person falls in love with the girl that they are suppost to be training. He had seen this story before, in many different incarnations. He thought for a moment, but he was sure that he had also read some story about such a thing. Pilgrim? Pigu? Pygmy? Trading Places? He shook his head as the answer failed to materialize.

Sadly he was having trouble getting into the movie. Maybe if he had started it from the begining he may have been able to appreciate it more, but at this point the film couldn't hold his interest. He looked over to a clock that hung slightly crooked on the wall. He sighed regarding how much time slows down when your waiting for something. He ventured a glance over at to the mass of copper-red hair on his right. He took note that Asuka was wearing a white sundress, that he had never seen her wear before. It was kind of pretty too. Yet some how it seemed like a waste for her to be wearing it inside. He could picture her wearing it, while running though a meadow. Or while sitting in the shade of a large tree. Her hair would catch the sun and she would take on a radiance that few could ever possess.

He allowed himself to indulge in a guilty pleasure of his. His eyes drifted from her jaw, and then down across her neck. They followed the lines of her collarbone, before settling along the neckline of her dress. The front of her dress had a short little slit, about six inches long, that ran down it with eyelets on either side. The only problem with this was she hadn't bother to lace up them up. The ties hung unused, allowing the slit to part just enough that he see into her dress. And straight down into the valley between her breasts. No bra. He noticed that she seemed to be doing that alot lately. It used to be that whenever he entered the same room as her, she would immediately check herself. Pulling down the hem of her skirt or dress. Making sure all straps were secured, and calling him a pervet if he looked in her direction for more than a second. But lately she didn't seem to check herself anymore. Now it seemed like she intentionally left her legs exposed, and her shoulder straps were left to the whims of gravity.

Shinji's eye's flew forward as she shifted on her pillow. She stretched her legs out a little and pulled her arm out from under her. She twisted and turned a little. Settling back down with her head propped up by her newly freed arm. Ever so slowly he turned his eyes to back towards her. Damn.

Pink. Brillant, glorious pink. That partition in her dress was now gaping open. Making it so that, at his angle he could see her left breast. He swallowed, looking away. But try as him might he couldn't resist the urge to look again. He did his best to keep his movements to a minimum, to keep from bring attention to himself. It was still there full, round, and white, completely exposed to his eyes. As well as a perfect circle of magnificent pink. He swallowed, his face turning red, as he saw the tiny rise of her exposed nipple, grow and harden slightly before his eyes. He looked forward again in mock interest of the movie.

He didn't want to look again. He shouldn't look again. He had a girlfriend. He was suppost to look at her and not let his eye's fall on other girls. Sure he glaced at her neck. But that was just a neck, no big deal, right? Damn it! He really wanted to look. He wanted to ogle. He wanted stare, examine, and scrutinize every inch of her skin. But that would be so incredibly wrong. And how often to you get to see bare caucasian breasts? And pink nipples? Japanese girls don't come with those. Well there was Rei. But that was mostly because of her skin's condition. So many things where unusual about her. Particularly when it came to color.

But still he shouldn't be looking at other girls. And that was another thing, he noticed that lately, it seemed, girls kept exposing themselves to him. Now Misato had been that way from the first day he had meet her. There wasn't a week that went by that she didn't flash him in some way. And from what he gathered from his visit to the Horaki household, Kodama's free spirited "nature" was normal for her. But what of Asuka? Was she going this on purpose. And if so, why?

He was fourteen years old, and all this nudity was starting to have a negative effect on him. He had been trying the best not to give in to his rising frustrations. But with the way things were going it was becoming more and more difficult. And prehaps the only thing that was keeping him from masterbating was... Hikari. Mainly because when you go out with someone, you'll never know what will happen. Granted he did expect to have sex with Hikari anytime soon. But sometimes things just happened. Like that thing on the train.

So here he was now, completely determine to stare straight ahead. To ignore Asuka's dress. But with the temptation ever growing, his imagination started to work against him. It was like he could hear it. It was talking to him, in a tiny little voice. Hey Shinji! Come on, look at me! I'm a pretty pink nipple. And I know you want to take a look. He shook his head. Breasts don't talk, and neither do nipples for that matter.

Despite his resolution he turned his head, and his eyes followed in progression. Turning until that beautiful exposed breast came into view. But unfortunately that wasn't all because he found himself staring into a pair of blue eyes. Ah, Fuck!

"What are you looking at?" she asked in a strangely causual voice.

"um,... n-Nothing....nothing at all!" he cried in a shaky voice. His eyes darting back and forth between her face, her tits and the floor.

"Are you sure?"

"uh,.... yeah."

"You know, your a terrible lair."

Yes, he was a terrible lair, and yes, he had been caught looking. The only reason he hadn't jumped up and left the room already, was the awkwardness involved in trying to explain why he was pitching a tent. And worse even as they eyed each other she still didn't do a damn thing to try to fix her dress! Cover-up Cover-up Cover-up!

She finally answered his silent prayers by sitting up, taking away those magnificent, brain debilitating boobs away.

Finally. Shinji thought with a sigh. He squirmed uncomfortably, feeling a cold wet dripple string across his leg. He felt disgust with himself. He wasn't suppost to allow himself to get into situations like this. Boner or no boner, his best of action was to just get the hell out of the apartment. Hopefully before Asuka either came to her senses and smacked him or did something to exposed more of herself to him.

But it seems he was too late. As the redhead twisted around on top of her pillow. She sat there with her legs folded underneath her. Her hands claimly folded in her lap. Her dress remained unlaced, but at least she still wasn't popping out of it. She was staring at him, and her expression was unreadable to him. But her eyes sparkled with an intensity he had only seen in them when she was going into battle. And then it hit him. A terrible little thought. Maybe the reason why these little incidents kept happening, was because they were planned. Because she now wanted his attention. The idea was totally ludicrous. Asuka didn't like him that way. At least he thought she did. They were just coworkers, that was all. Why would she suddenly be interested in him? Hikari.

No, that couldn't be it. Asuka had too much pride to allow herself to become jealous. If she wanted something she did everything she could to get it.

"Hey, Shinji." Her voice was low, and sensual. She leaned towards him. "Do want to touch them?"

His eye's widen. Her index finger tugged at her dress, pulling open the partition at her neck. Giving him a healthy view of her cleavage. YES.

"a-Asuka! w-What are you doing!?!" he mutter, sliding back in his seat.

"SHhhhhh." Her finger came forward and hovered just above his lips. "It's ok... I won't tell any one."

At that very moment Shinji's heart stopped. In fact all things stopped. His breathing. The movie they had been watching paused. The gears of the wall clock ceased all motion. The world became seized by inertia. There was just Asuka. Sitting there offering him her body. The openng of her dress inviting him in, begging him to touch her. It was as if she had reached into his mind and plucked out one of his most secret fantasies. Then he fell off the couch.

In an instant, he was back on his feet.

"a-Asuka! I c-can't! w-We shouldn't....."

But his voice dropped as Asuka fell backwards onto the couch laughing.

"Baka! You think I'd actually let you put your hands on me?"

Shinji stood there, feeling shame wash over him. It was all a joke. She was just messing with him. Teasing him. Nothing had changed. She was just looking for a trill. He just gathered what little diginty he had left, and mumbled that he was leaving. Her laughter following him all the way to front door.

And although he wouldn't know it, as soon as the door shut, her laughter stoped. Her face went still except for the flood of pink on her cheeks. Her hands had come up and her fingers had threaded themselves with her dress ties. She cupped her breasts and gave them a light sqeeze.

"Baka."

She spoke that single word with disappointed. But even she was uncertain on weither she was directing it towards Shinji or herself.

The arcades were always fun. But when it got this late on Saturdays, they were usually too crowded. And sometimes you had to wait in line behind two or three people if you wanted to play one of the newer and more popular games. Not being in the mood to wait, the three of them left for this odd little thrift store, that was across the street. This happened to be a placed that was stocked with all sorts of oddities, mostly of the second hand variety. There were old t-shirts, that were both trendy and campy all at the same time. There were book shelves full of out of print items. Old music, comic books, and even video games for consoles that hadn't been in production since before second impact. But two members of this trio, had their minds set to differant ends.

"Whoa! Ken check dis out!"

"I'm already on it!" he whispered back, his hand was aready digging though his backpack for his camera.

Kensuke immediately trained the recording device on a young woman that was a aisle. The girl in question was looking though a box of magazines that was on the floor. However she was crotched down in such a way that waist of her jeans had slipped down far enough that they could see the cleft of buttocks.

"Oh Man! Her ass is perfect... I wonder.... I don't think she's wearing any panties. What about you?"

"Don't know Ken. She could have a thong under there. Den again she ain't wearin' a sling shot, so maybe she's goin' full commando."

"Maybe." Kensuke agreed with a nod, "Either way, I'm gonna try to swing around that counter and see if I can get a shot of the front."

"um, What are you guys doing?"

The conspiring boys turned to face their other member, who until now was being distracted by a shelf full of S-DAT cassettes. Kensuke's eyes narrowed, while his partner in crime flashed a toothy grin.

"Sorry, Shinji you can't play with us right now."

"Yep, I hate ta say it, but I gots to agree with Ken here. Ya already gots yerself a girl."

Shinji looked at the two of them wondering why they were talking in such hushed voices. But one look at the camera in Kensuke's hand and the girl he had it focused on, their intent became clear to him.

"And besides this one is perfect for me." Kensuke said with a dreamy voice.

"And whats dat supposta mean?"

"She's mine.... I saw her first.

Touji shook his head. "You believe dis Shinji. He said da same damn shit when he saw Misato too."

"Hey don't shake your head at me!" Kenuke cried indignantly. "I'm only calling it before you do!"

Touji sighed knowing there was little he could say, if he said anymore Kensuke would just get more and more defensive.

"By da way Shinji. Are ya alright? Caus', ya seem kinda out of it." Touji asked with some concern.

"Um, Yeah I'm ok."

"Havin' a little trouble in paradise?"

"What? No! Me and Hikari.... we're good. " He watched the jock stratch his chin. The other boy was completely absorbed with filming that girl's posterior.

"Man. With the figure she has, she could be AV idol." Kensuke said to no one in particular.

"Yeah, I gotta agree wit dat one. Hey Ken I gotta a great idea. Why don't we send in Shinji as a distraction, so you can git dose close-ups. Ya know how good he is wit da ladies."

Kensuke let out a dark laugh. Shinji frowned, if he was any good 'with the ladies' like Touji said, he wouldn't be having the problems that he had. Now they were plotting to use him as a distraction so they can take pictures of some girl's ass. What are friends for?

"Yeah maybe we should." Kensuke agreed with sarcasm in his voice. That was all he needed was Shinji stealing another one of his would be girlfriends. But really it was laughable the only reason why he had Misato was because he lived with her. There was no way he could actually pick-up a complete stranger. "Maybe we can even get him to find out what her name is and what her meas....."

"SHIT! Shinji!" The two of them had been having a joke at Shinji's expense. Neither of them expected him to ractually walk over there. So it came a big suprise when he walked around them and went over to the girl.

Now what those two didn't know was that the more Shinji looked at their quarry, the more certain he was that he had seen that figure before.

"Kodama?"

Both Touji and Kensuke's jaws dropped, not only did the girl turn to look and him she also gave him a warm greeting in return.

"Hey Shinji. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, um. Not much really? Me and my friends where over at the arcades, but we just came inside to take a look around."

"Yeah, this is a pretty cool place place if your looking for someting odd or that's no longer made." she used her foot to tap the side of the box she was looking in. It was full of fashion magazines.

"Oh, are.... you... uh"

"No." she said anticipating his question. "I like to cut them up for collages. I don't suppose you do any art? You know drawing or painting?"

Shinji was about to answer that he really didn't have any talent when an arm came around and grabbed him by the neck. Shinji suddenly found himself being dragged backwards. The person behind him drug a couple of feet away from the young woman, who looked at this spectacle with a raised eyebrow.

"You gotz some explainin' to do." he heard his assailant whispered.

"That's for sure," Kensuke said as he stepped close to Shinji and set his elbow on Shinji's shoulder. "Touji you'll need losen up on him, he can't talk if he is dead."

"oh, Sorry."

Kensuke waited a moment so Shinji could catch his breath.

"So how do you know this chick!?"

Shinji rubbed his thoat a bit. Kensuke had this bitter look on his face. But Shinji noticed that didn't stop him from pointing his camera at Kodama. Kensuke had gotten quite good at holding his recording devices in such a way that it just looked like he was holding it and wasn't actually filming someone.

"She's... Hikari's sister."

At once both of them looked at the yound woman, and then back at Shinji. Though he was sure he saw Touji's eyes linger a little longer on the girl's chest than they should have.

"You know. Now that he mentions it, I do see the reseamblance."

Kensuke then kicked him in the foot and murmered out of the side of his mouth for Shinji to introduct them.

"Oh, um Kodama these are my friends, Touji Suzuhara, and this is Kensuke Aida."

Touji simply waved. But Kensuke jumped ahead of them in an attempt to shake her hand in a more friendly greeting.

"So, Shinji", Touji started, returning to that low voice he had used before. "Do ya think Hikari's gonna fill out like dat." He cupped his hands out in front of him to make sure that Shinji got what he meant.

Shinji's faced turned red. Yeah, he had thought about. Hikari was but she was still proportional. And if the family photo's in her home were any indication of what the future would hold then the answer would most likely be yes.

Touji let out a hushed laugh. "Well ya better stick wit her den. Caus' if she winds up like her ya'll have other guy fightin' ya for her." The bothed look over at the too of them. And from the look of things Kodama was starting to feel uncomfortable with the otaku. "Well, I betta do somthin' about dis." he took a couple of steps forwards and grabbed Kensuke by the ear. "Alright der lover boy, give da lady sum space!"

Shinji gave her an apologetic look. Kensuke could be quite a letch. And he was pretty sure she didn't miss the camera in his hands. He saw her glance at it several times during their conversation. Actually he was the only one to do any talking. She just nodded every now and then.

Before Kensuke could make any protests, for Touji to let him go. There was a thunderous clamor from further inside the store. Before it even rounded the corner and came into view Shinji instantly recognized it as the youngest member of the Horaki family

"Hey Kodama! Can I get these!" The girl held up what looked to be about three or four comic books.

The older girl smiled at her and gave Nozomi a nod. To which she responded with exuberant glee. At least until she noticed the three boys that were standing in front of Kodama. Her cheeks turned a bright pink at the sight of Shinji. She had taken an immediate liking to the boy after he had covered for her at her house the other day. Him lying to Hikari about the thing she did with her razor, probably saved her her from recieving a serious beating. Being thankful and not being shy about many things, she joyfully cried out the eva pilot's name and charged into him delivering a fierce hug.

Touji scratched his head. "I guess dese Horakis come in all sorts of sizes."

Kensuke released his finger from the record button of his camera. His vision bounced back and forth from the older girl to her younger sister. And a plan was starting to form in his head. Shinji seemed to have the approval of both. So he figured that if he could get in good with this girl then he could get closer to the older one. Full of blind confidence he went to press his luck.

"So? Who is this?"

"Oh, um sorry." Shinji apologized his face still red despite the child having let go of him. "Um Touji, Kensuke, this is Nozomi."

Touji was the first to chime in with a single wave and a one word greeting. "Yo!"

Nozomi flashed him a smile and gave him a thumbs up, to which he nodded in return. Kensuke however set his backpack on the ground and placed his camera on top of it as he knelt down in front of the girl.

"Hi there I'm Kensuke." The girl turn towards him and blinked. "Those are some cool comics you got there."

Now Shinji having already met the girl, knew full well that Kensuke may as well have been poking his finger at a hornet's nest. And as much as he felt he should give him some sort of warning and another part of him wanted whatever was about to happen play out.

Kensuke honestly expected to be able to engage a child in a conversation over comic books. She was just a child, and he had huge stack of those things at home too. But this girl didn't react to him the way he wanted. Instead of talking she leaned forward, very close to him, with wide eyes.

A small smile formed on Shinji's face as he watched as Kensuke dropped his smile. Nozomi was doing to Kensuke, what she did to him when they first met. It was like she was carefully exaiming every inch of his face. Every time the otaku would back away she would lean forward even further. This little dance continued until Kensuke's face hand turned the color of a tomato.

Nozomi jumped backwards and turned to her sister.

"Hey Kodama! It's a lolicon!" she pointed a finger at the highly embarassed and completely horrifed boy.

All the color drained out of Kensuke's face. Touji immediatly started to laugh. Even Shinji couldn't help but crack a smile.

Then girl began to clap her hands and repeated the word "pedophile" over and over again in a singsong voice.

Kensuke felt like screaming. It wasn't suppost to be this way. He was just going to talk to her. Now she was calling him a child molester and everyone was laughing at him. He could see his chances with Kodama slipping away. The store's other patrons where now looking at him. And she wouldn't stop calling him that name.

"Shhhhhhh! Stop that!" He waved his hands frantically in front of the girl with no effect.

"Don't! Stop!" And then out of desperation he did what was most likely the dumbest thing he had ever done in his life. He had reached forward and had clamped his hand over Nozomi's mouth to silence her.

The quite that followed was thunderous. They had all stopped laughing. Shinji even saw Kodama take a step forward, but then hesitate. Because Nozomi hand already already gone to her back pocket. He heard Touji curse as she extracted her straight razor from her pocket. With a murder's skill she twisted open the blade and held up to the side of his head. The sounded it produced was something akin to sandpaper being scraped against a chalk board. And when she pulled the blade back, she then tapped the knife on his arm. Shaking loose what appeared to be a good chunk of his right sideburn and at least the first two layers of skin. To what Shinji could see, Kensuke wasn't bleeding.

Kensuke dropped his hand from the girl's mouth, slowly walked away from them in a zombified state leaving his camera and backpack behind.

"Nozomi, that was kind of harsh."

The little girl crossed her arms and turned towards her sister. "Yeah, but that's what your suppost to do to perverts. And he was a pervert."

"Probably" The older girl shrugged as she watched the boy's retreating form.

After a moment or two, Touji let out an exasparated sigh. "I guess I needa go an' check up on him."

"So? Everything alright with you?" Kodama asked as she bent down and picked up Kensuke's camera.

"um,... yeah."

"You don't sound so sure about that."

Shinji's eye's darted over to Nozomi and then back at Kodama. "I'm pretty...."

He paused briefly, hearing Touji shout something long the lines of 'ah, man he pissed himself'.

"...good."

Kodama smiled and then bent down to Nozomi's level and said. "You know you should go and apologize to that boy."

"Aww, do I have to?"

Kodama at nodded her. Prompting the child to make a pouty face. But under her sister's steern glare she relented and walked off in the direction that the other boys took.

Now that they were alone Kodama placed all of her attention on Shinji. Which caused him to blush.

"Come on Shinji you can tell me what's troubling you? Does it envolve Hikari?"

Her voice was sincere. And Shinji could see that despite her laid back demeanor, she was quite adept at the role of a big sister. The soft tones of her voice and warmth in her eyes filled him with a sense of calm. And honestly he felt that it was ok. It was ok to talk to someone and tell them his problems. Shinji nodded his head, confirming her second question. To his relief she showed him no signs of anger or disappointment. She mearly motioned for him to speak.

"A... friend... of mine... well a friend of both of us... um, well... I think... I'm not entirely sure... she may have been joking... but she kind of... She came on to me."

"oh, and how so?"

It took shinji a little while to answer, as he tried to come up with the right words to say. But slowly and painfully he relayed everything Asuka did and said, pausing briefly at the distant screams of someone shouting, 'keep her away from me.' Which was followed by another voice he assumed was Touji telling the other person 'Not to be such a baby'.

But after telling Kodama everything, she took on a look of thoughtfulness. She rolled Kensuke's camera in her hands.

"Did you want to?"

Shinji blushed his answer.

"Desire is not a sin, unless you make it one Shinji. Your young and these things are probably still new to you. But don't let that desire blind you to what is dear to you. I take it you and Hikari haven't done anything like that have you?"

Shinji was finding it difficult to look her in the eyes, let alone answer her. However he didn't have to, because she found him easy to read.

"Well, I'm sure you will some day, although knowing her you'll have to be the one to make the first move. So, are you going to tell her what happened?"

"i-I don't know."

"Well it's going to be up to you. I won't say anything to her, but do keep in mind that I don't want to see her hurt. So just be honest with her. Ok?

Shinji nodded and offered her a small smile. She returned the favor. But after a few seconds her brow furrowed, as if she just thought of something.

"By the way? This friend of yours, is it that redheaded girl?"

Yet again Shinji didn't have to answer. She could see the truth on his face.

"Damn. Your screwed." And with that she pulled out the disk from inside of the camera and then handed the empty device back to Shinji. She stood up and slid the disc into her pocket.

"Well I can't give you any advice concerning that german girl. Whatever happens, happens. Just keep in mind what I said."

"About being honest?"

"No, not that. I meant the thing about making the first move." She laughed. "Listen, just do what you feel is right. I can't ask you to do any more than that. Well I think you need to take your friend his stuff."

"Yeah, your right."

"Oh and Shinji. Don't be afraid to stop by at the house. Your welcome there at anytime."

"Thanks."

Author's note: Another chapter down yeah. I've got the next two planned out, but soon I'm going to have to speed things up. Some of my planned events have gotten delayed because of the "B" story, the Ritsuko thing. But at least I know everything I want to do with that. As for the Asuka thing..... I'm not going to tell what's going to happen there but you'll just have to sit down and read. But I will say that their will be more moments like this in the future.