Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing with the Devil ❯ Dancing with the Devil ( Chapter 1 )

Dancing with the Devil

By: Logistikill

Disclaimer: Don't own - never claimed to.

Asuka walked toward the entrance to the school, frowning as she did so. How did it come to this? She asked herself. True, it had been two years since she and Shinji had been released from piloting duty by NERV. Asuka smirked at the memory. Yeah, and it was pointless to keep us on in the hope that the Evas would ever work again. Or that we would ever agree to pilot them, knowing what we know now!

Four years ago, she and Shinji had put down the dreams of the Madman of NERV and his would-be bosses in Seele. Granted, it had been a near thing, and only the timely intervention of Shinji saved her from dying a gruesome death at the hands of the nearly-immortal Model Production Evas. Even to this day, she shivered at the memory of the leering, dead-white units that had attacked her barely a moment after she had emerged from the lake - and her coma - to crush the attack of the JSDF on NERV. They just wouldn't stay down. She recalled. Not until we learned that they were S2 powered, anyway. After that, well, we did a lot better! She thought vindictively.

The power feed that Shinji had brought to her exhausted unit had helped as well. The girl's frown turned to a small smile at that thought. She had beaten them all, and had a couple of seconds of power left to gloat when the MP units began to move again. It had not been the kind of thing she wanted to see with her power measured in single digit seconds. Then, as her counter hit zero and the synch began to drop, her timid knight in purple and green had jumped out of the access route, power feed in hand.

Putting the white units to bed with shovels, she and Shinji had thought that they had won, until the giant Rei had risen from the ground and their Evas went out of control. The next however long was a blur to Asuka. She couldn't recall anything but a vague wash of emotions and a couple of scattered images here and there. Next thing she knew, she was lying beside Shinji outside the black pyramid, their plug-suited hands joined. It had been a moment she cherished ever since. It was so warm and comfortable, holding his hand like that. She reflected.

But, life wouldn't take long in intruding on them again. Within a half hour, Misato had shown up to claim her two Children. Had Shinji not been in a hurry to reach her in Unit 1, the chances were excellent she wouldn't have survived the trip from the corridor where he had been cut off to the cages due to the rapid penetration of the strike elements of the special forces the JMI and the PM had sicced on them due to Seele's manipulation.

It would be days before they learned all this, though. For the moment, they had to try and figure out what was going on. So, they had fallen back to the command bridge and started to pick up the pieces. Even before they reached the entrance to the pyramid, Asuka was back to normal, criticizing Shinji and boasting (not without considerable justification) about her opening an Eva-sized keg of kick-ass on the MP units while he was sulking somewhere. Shinji, as usual, didn't defend himself much beyond a couple of fairly weak protests. Whatever he saw or did during that time, it must have put him through the wringer. She recalled. And of course, being the bitch that I am, I didn't even notice. She snorted to herself. Who am I kidding? Even if I had of noticed, I wouldn't have cared! That thought gave her pause. No, that's not true. I would have cared; I just couldn't let anyone know that I cared. She admitted to herself.

As that first day turned into the first week, she had picked up where she had left off before the Fifteenth angel's attack, complete with her attitude. Due to the nearly complete destruction of Tokyo 3 in the final assault and the attack launched by Seele with the N2 bombs and the damage inside the Geofront from fighting the MP Evas, it had been hard to find a livable dwelling from themselves. Even the NERV facilities were nearly useless, being shot up, Bakelite flooded, filled with dead bodies or damaged to the point that they were structurally unsound. That very first night, they had slept on the combat bridge with Misato and the three bridge crewmembers - who happened to be homeless as well.

By the next day, things were becoming clearer, and they had actually been able to think about the future a bit. To that ends, they and the others had set about lining up their priorities. For Misato, that meant a house and some beer. For Asuka, that meant replacing her wardrobe and looking for a way to capitalize on her fame. For Shinji, it meant being with his chosen loved ones. Chaotic and busy, it was still another two days before they had found a small group of houses in a mostly-intact development a bit farther out than their last home. It had been shielded by the low hill it sat behind, and the fact that the homes were lower to the ground than the old apartment complex. By the end of the sixth day, they were moved in.

It was also the day that Misato had been named the new Commander of NERV by the UN oversight committee, with Hyuga acting as her second in command. Maya was promoted to the rank of Major and put in charge of salvaging the Project E data. The newly appointed Major General Katsuragi had made it her first order of business to secure her status as guardian of both Asuka and Shinji. With the UN hot to revive the Evas as a weapons platform, and the need for pilots being acutely evident to them, they had swiftly gone with Misato's suggestion that she be put in charge of them. To secure their services, they had wanted to enlist the pilots as regular UN troops, but Misato had vehemently opposed that idea, as that would give the UN a measure of claim over them. In the end, they were named as official Pilots, with the pay and seniority level of Captains in the military.

"Captains Sohryu and Ikari. Hmm. Who would have thought it?" she muttered to herself. The absence of the third member of the pilot's roster still bothered a bit, even now. Wondergi…Ayanami would have most likely ended up as a fucking colonel if she had been alive. She thought. The matter of Rei had been a major point of friction between Misato and the UN. Shinji had told the UN people flat out that Rei was gone and would not be back. When pressed for details, he had just shook his head and been silent. Knowing the truth of the First Child, Misato had simply informed them that she was confirmed as KIA and refused to discuss it in any more detail. Naturally, they had wanted to talk to her about it, but Asuka had nothing to say on the matter either, having been in a coma during the time Rei had gone missing. Accepting that they would never know the truth of what happened to her, they had let it go, figuring that two out of three wasn't that bad.

Which made the announcement the next month that the Evas were dead as well quite a bitter pill for the UN, who were drooling in expectant desire of being able to field a squad of Evas to pacify unruly nations. Having seen how easily the units dealt with the Special Forces - not to mention the angels - had given the upper brass of the world government a vision of the total integration of the political and military structure of the Earth, and they had liked it. Now, it appeared that their dreams of supreme authority were dashed by the same people who had made it possible. Maya had explained to them that the Evas were far more complex than they had imagined and many of the processes and techniques for manufacturing a working Unit were lost forever due to the death of Akagi and the wholesale destruction wrought by the attacking troopers.

Months of arguments ended in a sort of compromise. Maya would continue her quest for the missing pieces, while the Children would be kept on in the hopes that their services would be needed before too long. Misato had been quietly ordered to seek out information on the shadowy Seele group and to oversee the development of NERV into a more standard weapons research and development group. Misato had done as instructed, her attention focused on the problems at hand.

As the argument about the Evas had raged, the city had begun to redevelop to a degree, with new building being erected around the circular opening to the Geofront as the UN began to funnel in personnel and funds. Thus, by the time that the issue was resolved by the wait-and-see arrangement, Shinji and Asuka were looking at their imminent return to school. It had been a repeat of the argument from a year and a half before, with Asuka snidely reminding Misato that she had her college degree already and didn't need to bother with school any more. And like the first time around, Misato won this one by pointing out that she was their commander as well as their guardian, and Asuka would do as she was told and like it that way.

Probably for the best, really. She thought, boarding the train that would take her to the station nearest the school. She ignored the looks of her fellow passengers, her mind busy. With no tests at NERV, and nothing to do all day, it was nice to have something to take up some of the time. Shinji had been almost eager to go back to school, and she found herself looking forward to the return as well, from boredom if nothing else. She was also looking forward to seeing Hikari again, as she and her family had moved back the week before due to her father's continued employment with NERV. The two had gotten their new uniforms and gone to survey the new school a couple days before they would attend the inaugural enrollment ceremony. The memory of the shopping and traveling made her smile. It's nice to have steady pay of our own. And its pretty good pay, at that! She thought happily.

The new school was roughly twice as big as the old one, and was built on a new site, farther outside the surviving ring of battle-scarred buildings in what had once been the heart of Tokyo 3. Touring the school, the two had met some of the new teachers. None of the old staff had come back, for one reason or another, and the new teachers were unsure of just who these two were supposed to be. It was something of a novelty for Asuka when none of the staff showed any sign that they recognizes her name. No more striking NERV-backed fear into the staff, I suppose. She had mused at the time.

The new uniforms were an improvement in her opinion. The old uniform was a bit too common for her tastes, and the new ones were more fashionable - not to mention flattering to her figure. No more skirt/jumper combo in that uninspired light blue. No, the new uniforms were dark blue skirts with a white blouse, emblazoned with the school crest (also new) over the left breast and a light, thin high-waited jacket. A simple black flap-over accent piece completed the look. Stylish, yet functional, it was a vast improvement in the uniforms she had had to endure before.

The German girl felt herself shiver in excitement as she remembered the first time she had seen Shinji in his new uniform. They had been in the new shop that sold the uniforms, and she had demanded that he try his first, and he had. He had exited the changing room in the new uniform and she had felt herself beginning to grow warm in her lower belly. The black slacks, white shirt and sports-jacket cut uniform made him look a lot more handsome and older than she had thought he looked before. He looks…like a man I'd date. She had thought in a bit of a shocked moment of honesty.

Shying away from that line of thought, the girl glanced at the small sign that showed their progress. Seeing that she had a couple more stops to make, she let her mind drift back to the first day of class. It had been good to see Hikari again, and the two had found that they were once more in the same class. Shinji had looked around, but not seen Kensuke or Touji. Hikari had told him that Touji was still in rehab for the operations he had undergone to minimize the damage done when he had been crushed along with the entry plug of Unit 3, and would be going to school in Osaka for the foreseeable future. Kensuke had signed up for a military school in Sendai and wouldn't be coming back to Tokyo 3 for the foreseeable future. Sighing, Shinji had let it go at that.

"He still has me and Misato." She mused to herself. Seeing him when Hikari told him that his friends wouldn't be back had made her feel bad for him, and that made her cranky and aggressive. So, she had lashed out at him with some snide and rude comments on the Stooges being broken up at last, and how it was now safe for the girls in the school. Shinji hadn't said a word in response to her verbal attack. And that bothered me even more. She reflected.

And so, life rolled along. It had taken some getting used to, but the school was much better than the old one, with the teachers teaching instead of boring the students to death with old memories of pre-Second Impact life. Asuka found that she could sink her teeth into the schoolwork now - not that it was teaching her anything new, but she liked a challenge. Having been a prodigy for her whole life, she loved to exercise her intellect almost as much as she liked to flaunt her accomplishments. As before, she had swiftly become one of the most popular girls in school.

It's probably that that has led to this. She thought sourly. Shinji hadn't been as withdrawn as he was initially, but he made no effort to cultivate close friends with anyone in class, spending his time with Asuka and her ever-revolving group of friends. She had meant to ask him about that a thousand times, but never got to the point of actually asking. He was probably scared of having a repeat of his experience with Touji, but I should have asked anyway. She thought guiltily. Too busy being the most popular girl in school, I guess.

Her popularity and beauty brought the boys around in droves, but she blew them off every time they asked for dates with her. When the girls asked her if she was dating Shinji, she had hotly denied it. Still, he was only boy she ever actually talked with, and every time she was seen out in town with a boy, it was with him. She smiled. Not like I left him a lot of choice in the matter. She thought.

It didn't help her credibility any when she would glare at girls who asked Shinji on dates or gave him lunches. Naturally, she maintained to any and all who would listen that she was simply looking out for the girls' safety, as Shinji was a known pervert. Hikari delighted in needling her by pointing out that she showed no signs of any modesty around him at home, wearing practically nothing just like Misato. She had had the ready answer that he wasn't stupid enough to try anything with her.

What Hikari didn't know was that I would try things with him. She reflected. She wasn't dating Shinji - that much was true. But she would fairly regularly sit in his lap while they watched TV or a movie, or lay her head on his lap while she read a magazine or even from time to time kiss him. But I don't hold his nose any more. For his part, he was always willing to give her a neck or back massage when she had had a tough day, or to fix her dishes she wanted, or help her with her kanji problems.

Misato had noticed this, but chose to say nothing. Not even when she came home and found them asleep together on the couch, Asuka lying in Shinji's arms, her scant clothes disheveled. Since it was Shinji she was dealing with, she trusted him not to take advantage of her, and she knew that Asuka wouldn't let him in any event. The Commander of NERV hoped the two would make their relationship more formal without her interference.

The two did all the dating activities together, but never as an official couple. Movies and eating out, planning weekend activities with each other, attending parties thrown by classmates together and other like activities made them a sort-of item at school. A couple of times a week, they went to NERV for minor checks, and even then, it was apparent to the ones that knew them from before that they were changing their relationship. Maya more than once asked one or the other about it, but both denied that they were dating. As months passed, Maya and Misato began to make bets about who would make the final move and when.

Their relationship wasn't the only thing changing with them. Asuka grew taller and her figure filled out a bit more as she passed her sixteenth birthday, while Shinji got a bit taller, and he got a bit more muscle thanks to PE and having taken up a morning jog with Asuka. And though he was stronger, he was still the thin, wiry kind of strong, not the bulging kind of strong. Misato had been surprised to notice that he had a six-pack going on, no matter how faintly. By his sixteenth birthday, he was shaping up to be very handsome.

Junior year in high school brought new PE uniforms to the school, and Asuka loved it. The old suits had been an improvement over the low-hipped, high-shouldered suits she had worn before, but they were still one-piece numbers with conservative lines. The new ones were one piece, but were high-hipped and nearly shoulder-less, having a simple collar top. The back of the suit was also more streamlined. For the non-swimming sports, they got new burumas of increased quality, as well as newly remodeled tee shirts. When she had first emerged from the locker room, she had seen Shinji looking at her, and she found herself casually turning a full circle for him. Seeing the look in his eyes, she smiled. He definitely liked the new uniforms.

As the last few months of her sixteenth year counted down, Misato had begun to hint that she might want to stake her claim on Shinji before some other girl did. Asuka had blown it off, telling her guardian that any girl dumb enough to want Shinji could have him. Misato had simply hummed and walked off. It would have been forgotten if Hikari hadn't of asked Shinji to help her out one evening at her house. Her older sister was moving out, and she thought she would need help, since her father wasn't home. Shinji asked Asuka if they had plans, but she just tossed her head and told him to go if he wanted to. So, he did. She spent an hour pacing the living room and being snappy to Misato before she couldn't take it any more and made a beeline for Hikari's place. Misato's laughter had followed her out the door.

She found Shinji and Hikari sitting on the edge of the small porch, two cans of cola next to them. When Hikari asked her what she was doing there, she had made up a lame, transparent excuse about wanting to make sure that Shinji didn't steal any of Kodama's underwear. Hikari had silently handed the German girl a cold can of soda. Seeing the smug smile on Hikari's face, she knew that she had been set up. Angry blue eyes shifted to Shinji, who blinked at her. Damn those two! They set that whole thing up! She seethed. I don't know which is worse: Misato or Hikari! She found herself walking home with Shinji under a beautiful clear sky, the moon hanging silvery and bright over their heads. By the time they reached their house, they were holding hands and had stopped to do some light necking twice.

When the new semester started, they had even more new students. Among them was a trio of boys who proved to be very aggressive in dating girls. Within a month, rumors had spread among the girls that they wouldn't take `no' for any answer. Asuka had written them off as hentai freaks. With her status, it wasn't long before they came to her for a date. Naturally, she shot them down. Hard. They had thrown her attitude, and she had responded with plenty of attitude of her own. As this was developing, Shinji and Hikari had drifted up behind Asuka, making it a three-on-three confrontation. The three had backed down when the other two - one of which was class rep - had shown up, but Shinji saw the looks they were giving Asuka, and had expressed his concern to her at lunch that day.

Sooner or later, I'm going to have to learn to listen to him. She thought, absently checking her outfit. Shinji's got a pretty good feel for this kind of thing, after all. Stepping off the train, she began the walk to school. Glancing at her watch, she saw that she was right on time. If I had listened to him, I wouldn't be in this situation. She noted. That thought brought another. But this is nothing compared to the Angels War. They. Will. Pay. She swore, her jaw tightening.

Two months had passed, and she had more or less forgotten about the three. Shinji had told her a couple of times that they were watching her, but she had scoffed and said that every boy was watching her. "After all, I'm the most popular girl in school, Baka." She repeated her words back to herself softly. Shaking her head, she kept walking. Her Seventeenth birthday was celebrated by going to a party that one of the girls was throwing for her own birthday two days before. Shinji and Asuka arrived as a pair, as always. The three boys had shown up minutes later, and while uninvited, had crashed the party anyway. With Asuka dancing with most of the students, she hadn't noticed the three until they were surrounding her as she danced. It wasn't until she felt hands on her breasts that she recognized who they where.

The scene had been bad, with Asuka loosing her cool and beating the three like a set of drums in a heavy metal band. Other than a torn shoulder strap on her sundress, she was untouched, while they were sporting a collection of bruises, contusions and pulled muscles and joints from her hand-to-hand technique. Shinji had almost felt sorry for them; Red Devil reared her head again after so many years. As it was, he wasn't sorry for them. After picking themselves up, they had left under threat of her kicking their asses again. They had muttered threats under their breath the whole way out.

The reaction from the party was overwhelming. If anything, she was more popular with the girls than before. Of course, several boys who had hit on her from time to time subconsciously cringed back when she moved near them. It had made Shinji smile to see that. After ducking into the house to repair her minor dress damage, Asuka had emerged and homed in on Shinji, who was standing to the side of the dancing couples. Taking his hands, she had announced that he was going to dance with her. The rest of the night had been very nice, as was the walk home.

The two had found a note from Misato that she would be working late, and to have something delivered if they were hungry. After a brief discussion, they had decided on a fast meal from what they had on hand. As Shinji made the light meal, Asuka had retired to the bathroom for a bath. When she emerged a half hour later, she found the simple but nice meal on the table, with two candles burning. Smiling, she saw Shinji rooting around in the refridge for something to drink, and unnoticed, she ducked back to her room, shedding her simple shirt and shorts for something a bit more suitable. Finding a short, loose silk top, she quickly got it on, and then searched for a certain pair of shorts. When she found them a few moments later, she slipped into the shorts, nearly giggling with glee.

When she had entered the kitchen, she had seen Shinji look at her and freeze, his jaw slowly dropping, as his eyes got bigger. Just the reaction I was going for. She thought happily. Innocently looking at him, she asked him what was wrong. Shaking himself free of his enthrallment, he had managed to say nothing was wrong and invite her to sit down for the meal. She gladly did so, knowing that her barely-covered breasts were distracting Shinji immensely. He always is so fascinated when I don't wear a bra. She remembered. Even now, her nipples hardened at the memory of that night, and her groin grew warm.

When the meal had been eaten, she had eased out of her seat and crossed to Shinji, who was just rising from his own seat. Touching his shoulder, she leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. The fact that he could see down her silk shirt didn't bother her at all. It was, in fact, what she had been planning. Thanking him for the dinner, she had offered to help him with the dishes, and the two had gone to the sink, standing side by side as they tended the dishes in silence. Asuka's hand caressed his each time he handed her a dish to be rinsed and put in the dish rack.

With that done, the former Third Child turned to look at the former Second Child. Opening his mouth to ask if she wanted to watch some TV, she had touched his lips, silencing him. Taking his hand, she had led him to her room. She could feel his hand tremble in her own a little. Once they were in her room, she had simply turned to face him, stepped into him and kissed him. Unlike he used to do, he didn't shrink back from her touch; instead, he eased his arms around her and kissed her back. Before five minutes had passed, her top was on the floor and he was kissing her naked breasts.

The two had done some light petting before, and she had allowed him to caress her breasts the month before, but they hadn't gone any further. She was too unsure of what might happen, and he was too worried about blowing the relationship by moving too fast, so they had broken it off before they got out of control. Now, she felt herself moaning in delight as he explored her erect and sensitive nipples with his lips, fingers and tongue. Her groin grew hot and wet as she felt herself getting more and more aroused.

Letting her hands trail along his body, she hesitated for a moment before carefully touching his groin, causing him to flinch at the contact. Under her fingertips, she could feet his erect member as well as the throbbing of his heartbeat. Glancing down at him, she saw him looking up at her from where he had been happily worshipping her breasts. Seeing his question, she had taken one of his hands in her own and slid it down her soft belly to the zipper of her cut-off shorts before finding the tab of his own pants and sliding it down. Reaching into his pants, she felt for the entrance to his boxers.

Taking the hint, he slowly eased the zipper of her tight shorts down, feeling her fingers brush against his aching member as she worked on getting his dick out of his pants. Finding the zipper at the bottom of the tracks, he hesitantly reached forward with his fingertips, feeling her hot, silky skin. He also felt her tremble a bit at the touch, and froze for a moment while he waited to see if she wanted him to stop or not. While he waited, she succeeded in getting his erection free, her second hand closing over it as she explored it. Deciding to move a bit farther, he swallowed a bit roughly and moved his hand a bit lower, feeling the waistband of her panties a moment later.

Asuka licked her lips as she got his penis free of his pants and underwear. Having seen him naked countless times, she knew what it looked like, both at rest and at full stand, but for some reason, it felt very different to her than she had thought it would. Soft, smooth and hard, it felt good in her hands, and she found herself curling her hips toward Shinji's hand as she felt his fingers touch her panties. Deciding that she wanted more access, she went to work on his belt and pants button, swiftly freeing them to drop to his ankles.

Feeling her do that, Shinji followed suit, easing his thumbs into the waist of her shorts on each hip and tugging them down. She wiggled her hips a bit to help, and her shorts were soon on the floor, her panties tugged low on her hips by the effort to remove her shorts. She felt him carefully touch her crooked panties and trace the waistband. Panting, she took a moment to reach down and impatiently pull them off as well before her hands went back to his shaft. Slowly, she began to pump his erection with her hands.

Feeling her begin to jack him off, Shinji decided that he should return the favor and reached down to explore her bare sex. He had stroked her through her shorts before, and had seen her naked as many times as she had seen him naked, so he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with her carefully tended patch and what lay just below it. It was still his first time to touch her directly and he was nervous that he wouldn't do a good job. Her stroking of his dick grew a bit faster as his fingers brushed her outer lips. Hearing a throaty moan from the redhead, he pressed his finger over her mound a bit more firmly and slowly began to rub her rapidly dampening sex.

Asuka began to pant as she felt herself respond to his touch. Subconsciously, she began to pump his member more swiftly as she felt her first orgasm building. Her moaning grew more passionate as she felt him ease a finger between her wet lower lips, bringing his finger into direct contact with her engorged clit. Moaning his name, she had frantically stroked his dick as she felt herself begin to cum.

Shinji felt himself reaching his limit as her soft, warm hands caressed his erection, and fastened his lips to her hard nipple as he instinctively pulled her to him, his hard on pushing into her soft belly as his finger pushed into her inner passage, finding it to be copiously lubed. Her yelp of pleasure and the touch of her skin on his tip was all it took to blow the last of his control, and he exploded over her belly. In his arms, he felt her shaking like she was having a seizure.

The hot, warm spray on her skin and the feeling of his finger entering her passage sent Asuka over the edge of her own orgasm. While it wasn't the best she had ever had, it was right up there. Dazed, she wondered how good it would be if he had been inside her for real. Shakily, she managed to hold on to him while she got herself under control enough to stand again. Feeling his cum on her belly slowly sliding south, she had looked at her partner, smiling as she did. He shared that somewhat silly grin, and together they had stepped into the bathroom to clean up.

When Misato had come home, she had found them asleep in Asuka's bed, the girl naked from the waist up, and Shinji in just his boxers. A brief search calmed her a bit, as she found no signs that they had had sex. Promising to talk to them both in the morning, she had gone to bed.

I always wondered why Misato never said anything about us sleeping together that night. She pondered as she turned into the school gate. There were several students there already, including Hikari. Turning to her friend, she started to greet her in the usual manner, but fell silent seeing how the girl was dressed. "A…Asuka!" she gasped. Asuka slanted her a single look and moved past without a word or a missed step. Behind her back, she could hear the speculation and gossip. Let them wonder for a bit. I have more important things to do. Like getting even, then getting ahead! She thought venomously.

The two had not been that close to each other for the next month, though Asuka had bought a pack of condoms just in case. They did more petting and more making out, but didn't go as far as they had that night. Their non-relationship had gotten comfortable over the next couple of months. Maybe too comfortable. She thought, sitting down at her desk. It had been easy for her to not-date him, and he seemed much happier than he had before. It showed in their schoolwork and they began to bond more solidly.

It was that obvious bond that had led to this. The three boys had been spreading rumors about her and other irritating things, but she had remained aloof from them, and they had been too wary to approach her directly. In retrospect, I should have seen this coming. She realized. If they can't get to me directly, they'll go through someone I love. She thought, her eyes cold. Yesterday afternoon, Shinji had cleaning duty, and she and Hikari had been going to pick up some things, so they had split up, planning to meet back at home later. When she had arrived later that afternoon, he hadn't been there.

An hour later, when he still hadn't shown, she called his cell phone. After a couple of rings, the phone had picked up, but it wasn't her Shinji on the other end of the line. The voice had been the ringleader of the boys, and he had told her that they had Shinji and unless she did as they told her, they were going to maim him. Naturally, she had called their bluff. It wasn't a bluff. Though muffled and a bit slurred, it was definitely Shinji.

So, here I am, a good little obedient girl. She thought, gritting her teeth. Wearing a skirt so short you can see my panties and a top two sizes too small without a bra. She bared her teeth as the classroom filled with students. Emanating from her was an aura of malice and hate so palpable that several students went out of their way to avoid her. All through class, she glared at the blackboard, waiting.

Once class was over, she waited as the others left for lunch. As they had promised, the three entered the room, closing the door behind themselves. Asuka glared at them. "Where is Shinji?" she said flatly.

"He's somewhere safe for the moment." Said the leader smugly. "Rather or not he stays that was it up to you." He added. Asuka's glare grew in intensity. Seeing this, the young man laughed. "Temper, temper, Devil Girl." He taunted her. "You wouldn't want you wimpy boyfriend to end up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, would you?" he mocked her. Asuka bared her teeth.

"What do you want, freak?" she spat. As soon as you slip up, I OWN you!!! He smiled at her.

"Well, for starters, I want you to stand up." He directed her. She did as he asked, knowing that they were staring at her visible white cotton panties. "Now, let's see what you've got under there." He decided. "Strip." He directed her.

"Here?" she asked, her tone acidic. He nodded.

"Yes. Here. All of it." He added. Asuka slowly began to unbutton her blouse. The three got closer to her. "If you take too long, the others will get back from lunch before you finish." He noted. Asuka growled a little, but increased her rate a bit. Dropping her blouse to her desktop, she reached for the zipper to her short skirt, sliding it down and stepping out of it, leaving her in socks and panties. Hearing the boys snickering and hearing their leering whispers, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them off. Dropping the small garment to the desk on top of her skirt, she folded one arm across her breasts and put her other hand over her groin.

"Where is he?" she asked again, her tone tight and angry.

"Not so fast, Sohryu." Said the leader. "I said I want to see you naked." He continued. "So put your arms by your side. Or better yet, put your hands behind your head." He taunted.

"Let me talk to Shinji first." She said flatly.

"Why should I?" he demanded belligerently.

"Because if you can't prove to me that he's safe, I'll beat you to a pulp!" she spat angrily. As much as he's their hostage, they are his. She thought absently. Grunting, he fished in his pocket for his cell phone and dialed a number. Putting it to his ear, he waited a moment, then told the other party to put the wimp on the line before handing his phone to Asuka. Asuka took it and put it to her ear.

"Shinji?" she said, her tone expectant. From the other end of the line, she heard some noise. "Shinji, it's Asuka." She repeated. Once more, she heard some muffled sounds, then Shinji's voice got a bit clearer.

"Asuka." He breathed.

"Are you ok, Shin?" she asked, her tone soft and concerned.

"Asuka, don't do wha…UGH!" she heard the dull sound of fist hitting flesh. A moment later, a male voice came on the line.

"Sorry, slut, but he fell asleep on you." The other sneered. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you are taken care of." With that, the line went dead. Asuka looked the leader in the eyes as she crushed the phone in her fist.

"Are you stupid or just greedy?" she asked conversationally, dropping the remnants of the phone to the floor. Calmly, she picked up her panties and stepped it them. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a sports bra and wiggled into it as the three stared at her.

"We have another phone, you bitch!" threatened the second boy. Asuka just smirked at him. Behind the three, the door opened and Hikari stepped inside with Asuka's uniform. Behind her were four big men in dark suits.

"It's taken care of, Pilot Sohryu." Said the lead man softly. "He's being treated right now." Asuka smiled.

"Thank you." She said simply as she pulled on her uniform. With that done, she turned to the three. "As for you three…" she trailed off, smiling sinisterly. "You're my bitches now!" she snarled, nailing the leader in the nuts with a perfectly placed kick. In the next sixty seconds, Hikari reflected on how lucky she was that Asuka wasn't mad at her. Satisfied for the moment, she waved the four Section 2 members over to collect the battered young men.

Sighing in satisfaction, she smiled at Hikari. "See you later, Hi-chan." She purred. "Thanks for helping out; I owe you one." Stepping past her friend, she hummed a bit. "But right now, I have to go see my boyfriend." She said, aware that the hallway was full of students from her class, and her official acknowledgement of Shinji's status with her would be all over the school before she could take a step.

"Asuka, one thing." Called back Hikari. The German girl turned to look at her smaller friend. "How did you set this all up so quickly?" she asked the former pilot. Asuka smiled.

"Misato is the Commander of NERV, Hikari." She replied. "And all the information infrastructure goes through the MAGI system. So, when these brain donors called me and made their demands, I ran to NERV and told Misato. She and I planned this. I would play along, and then demand to talk to Shinji. With my voice in the MAGI bank, and Shinji's as well, Maya just programmed the MAGI to listen to all communication for my voice, his voice or our names.

"Once they found them, they traced both signals back to source, and that's where the Section 2 agents went. I mean, really!" she huffed, "Like I'd let them lead me around with him like that!"

"What are you going to do with them?" asked Hikari. Asuka smiled a scary smile.

"Oh, me and Misato have a plan or two…" she leered.

End

****

Omake:

The three boys stood panting in the middle of a dimly-lit room, in the middle of a ungodly-powerful spotlight. Dressed in feathers and some leather straps, they had been non-stop dancing for the last twelve hours, and were all but dead on their feet.

"No!" roared a voice from the darkness around the trio, a long bullwhip lashing out to bite the leader on the ass cheek. "That's pathetic! You'll do it until its perfect!" ordered the woman. The three whimpered.

"Hey!" came a new voice, sounding younger than the other woman. "No complaining, you little bitches! You'll never become Lords of the Dance like this!" A second bullwhip flickered out and bit another boy on the ass. All three bore several marks from the bullwhips. "Dance, I said! Dance!!"

"But!" protested the leader, before leaping back into the dance to avoid more whip strokes, "But, Michael Flatney is Lord of the Dance!" protested the leader. A wicked laugh came from beyond the burning hot circle of light.

"Only for the moment…" purred the two women, cracking their whips.

****

When the three of them awoke, they were tied to three crosses in a bare room, a large selection of whips, spikes, irons, thumbscrews, braziers, flails and other instruments of torture surrounded them. "What the fuck?" wondered the leader.

The door slid open and a familiar redhead marched into the room, decked out in a Nazi uniform. Behind her came a taller woman in the uniform of a Japanese military scientist, also from World War 2. Stopping before the three, the two women silently surveyed them. "Guten Abend. Wir haben einige Fragen für Sie." Said the younger redhead. Seeing their blank look, her eyes narrowed. "Ve hav some questions, ja?" she repeated, deliberately thickening her German accent like some Hollywood B-movie villain. "If you von't anser, ve wil…persuade you to anser, ja?"

"And when we are done with the conversation, there are some experiments I have been wanting to try, but have not been able to due to lack of volunteers." Chimed in the other woman. The three began to squirm. Casually, the German girl picked up a cat-o-nine-tails with nails braided into the strands. Smiling evilly, she drew back her arm to strike, but froze as the door slid open and a blonde woman in a swimsuit - covered by a lab coat - stepped into the room.

"Asuka, Misato, how many times have I told you not to use my playroom without asking?" she demanded, sounding peeved. The two exchanged guilty looks.

"Sorry, Ritsu." They said in unison. The blonde just snorted.

"Sure you are." She replied cynically. Motioning to the door, she added. "Now out with you two. Shinji is looking for you, you know." She added. Both perked up immediately.

"Really?!" they asked eagerly. The blonde nodded. Before she could react, they were gone. The three on the crosses sighed in relief.

"Thank you, miss. Those two are raving lunatics!" the leader thanked her. She closed the door, locking it. Turning to look at them, she licked her lips.

"No, they were just amateurs." She purred, caressing a tray of razor-sharp scalpels. "I'm a professional, so I'll make sure you don't accidentially die before we're done." She giggled.