Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Stop Me Now ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Don't Stop Me Now

By Lord Raa

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Disclaim-me-do: Rum, sodomy and the lash? Sounds like a typical Thursday night for Lord Shinji.

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Part two of N

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Shinji sat down at the dinner table in Ritsuko's apartment. The pilot noted that while the food was simple, it was home cooked.

His decision to move in with the blonde seemed vindicated when he was told of Misato's cooking skills.

“I'm sorry for keeping you up,” Ritsuko apologised when she saw Shinji yawn.

“Bah, I'm sorry for not being as entertaining as I could be. I'll tell you what, since you cooked dinner, I'll make breakfast and we can talk to our hearts' content.”

“That sounds good to me,” the blonde nodded, stifling a yawn of her own.

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Shinji woke with the breaking of dawn. He felt suitably refreshed after his ordeal from the previous day. As he stretched, he thought about the blonde in the next room.

“She's pretty hot,” Shinji recalled with a smile.

He finished with his morning exercises, grabbed some fresh clothes and made his way to what he thought was the bathroom.

Pushing open the door to his left, Shinji blinked as his eyes were drawn to the room's dominating feature.

“Looks like I underestimated her,” the reluctant pilot smirked as he studied the prone form on the bed.

Ritsuko smiled faintly as she shifted on her bed, the movement causing the sheets to slide off and reveal more of her body.

The sexy scientist had an interesting taste in sleepwear, the sheer red negligee allowing Shinji to see many contours of the woman's shapely body. And though they were covered, he could clearly see that Ritsuko's nipples were erect.

Knowing what happened when his Uncle Happi was caught peeping, Shinji decided that he could always get another look tonight and left the sleeping blonde to her pleasant dreams.

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Half an hour later, Ritsuko was woken up by the sounds and smells of someone cooking breakfast in her apartment.

Her brain took a moment to realise that she didn't have an intruder, but a roommate that was making good on his deal to cook breakfast.

Looking down at herself, she decided that dressing before eating with her teenaged male guest would be a good idea.

Quickly throwing on a navy skirt that ended mid-thigh and a white angora sweater, Ritsuko checked her appearance in the mirror.

“I need my roots doing,” she idly noted as she ran a brush through her hair. Satisfied that she was decent, Ritsuko exited her room.

“Good morning, Dr. Akagi,” Shinji greeted from the kitchenette. “Breakfast'll be ready in a few minutes, so why don't you have a cup of coffee?”

“What makes you think I wanted coffee?” Ritsuko asked as she walked up to the young man.

“The fact that you have quality coffee here and a lack of decent tea in the cupboard,” Shinji grinned back.

“Fair enough,” Ritsuko shrugged. “What are we having?”

“Rice, miso soup and some fish that looked like it was about to grow fur,” Shinji answered. “You really should clean out your fridge more often.”

“Yeah, well I do have a job with odd hours,” the faux blonde said in an unpleasant tone.

“And I have one that means risking my life in a giant purple death machine,” Shinji countered. “Let's not talk about work over breakfast; I'm sure we'll have plenty of chances to do that later. Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” Ritsuko nodded. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down.

“So then, Shinji-kun, tell me about yourself. I hear that you spent the last three years in Neo-Osaka.”

“That I did,” Shinji agreed as he dished up breakfast. “I was more than a little upset at the time and I asked a few people about improving myself.”

“You took up martial arts?”

Shinji shook his head. “No, but I did learn a few tricks from a master.” `And not just how to handle myself in a fight,' he added silently.

Ritsuko took a bit of her breakfast. “Hmm, very not bad. Do you have any skills other than cooking?”

“One or two,” Shinji smiled. “Though, I don't think that they're suitable for discussion over breakfast. Perhaps with the exception of shiatsu massage.”

“I haven't had a good massage for ages,” Ritsuko smiled wistfully.

“The first one's free of charge, finish your breakfast and we can begin,” Shinji said before tucking into his own meal. “Assuming you want to, that is.”

Ritsuko glanced at the clock on the wall. “I suppose we have some time before we have to go to NERV. How long does a standard massage last?”

“That depends,” Shinji said before chewing his food for a moment.

“On what?” Ritsuko asked, getting a feeling that Shinji was up to something.

“On how much I like touching the lady. Normally it's 30 minutes, but in your case, I might extend it.”

“Maybe I'll pass,” Ritsuko rolled her eyes at the pilot's flirtation.

“Suit yourself,” Shinji shrugged. “I was highly sought after at the massage parlour where I worked.”

“You worked in a massage parlour? I thought that only young women worked in that kind of place. You weren't… you know?” Ritsuko asked, aghast that a young man would work in such an environment.

“No, I wasn't,” Shinji said, his voice completely serious. “My boss only had to threaten one person for trying something like that with me when I was on the clock.”

“Dare I ask about that?” Ritsuko wondered aloud.

“Not over breakfast,” Shinji smiled warmly. “You want a massage or not?”

Ritsuko glanced at the clock again. “Better not, I've got a lot of work to do today. Best get there early to get a head start. Thanks for breakfast, Shinji-kun.”

“No worries,” Shinji waved off the thanks. “What are we doing about dinner?”

“Take out?” Ritsuko offered. “I looked at what I need to do today and I don't think I'm going to be up for cooking.”

“Far enough. One last question,” Shinji said standing up to clear the table.

“Yes?” Ritsuko asked as she handed her dishes to her roommate.

“What am I going to be doing today?”

“What do you want to do?” Ritsuko asked, sipping her coffee. “Good coffee, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Shinji nodded. “I was tempted to try out school over here, but I do want to know more about this Eva dooberryfirkin.”

“I see,” Ritsuko drawled.

“Meh, I'll go into NERV today and go to school tomorrow. Give the system a chance to catch up with the paperwork,” Shinji announced.

“Is that your only reason?”

“Well,” Shinji smiled, “I suppose that there is something else.”

“And are you going to tell me what it is?” Ritsuko asked, setting her cup on the table.

“If I told you, you'd slap me,” the young Ikari winked.

“What are you like, Shinji?” Ritsuko shook her head, but there was a smile on her face.

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`I'd definitely tap that ass,' Shinji noted when he saw his roommate get in the car for their drive into NERV.

“So then Shinji, what sort of music do you like?” Ritsuko asked as she started the engine.

“Why? Are you planning on trying to get me to do an exotic dance for you?” Shinji asked with an insufferable smirk.

“Shinji!” the blonde admonished. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“A sexy one that knows what she wants,” the pilot shrugged.

Ritsuko blinked.

“What? Weren't you expecting me to say that?” Shinji asked in an innocent voice.

“Well, no, not really,” the driver admitted. “And you shouldn't say that sort of thing, Shinji. I don't want people to get the wrong idea about us.”

“And just what would be the right idea?” Shinji asked, turning to watch the scenery pass by.

“That we're co-workers at NERV and that there's nothing sexual between us,” Ritsuko replied through gritted teeth. `I'm beginning to see why Misato doesn't like him.'

“Fair enough, but if you ever want me to show you a good time, then give me a call,” the young man said with a yawn.

“What's up, didn't you get much sleep last night?”

“No, I just get bored easily,” Shinji said as he scratched the back of his head. “Do I get a cool uniform now that I'm a pilot?”

“We developed some clothing to assist in piloting the Evangelions. I think you'll like it, since it'll show off your manly physique,” Ritsuko said with a sarcastic smile.

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At NERV, Shinji strolled around and noted that there seemed to be a greater number of women than men working there.

`Excellent,' he thought with a tiny, yet lecherous grin. `Ah, there's that hottie, Misato.'

Misato was trying her best to ignore the newest addition to the NERV workforce, if only for her sanity. “I hate that brat,” she muttered under her breath as he walked up to her.

“Hi, Shinji-kun,” the purple haired woman greeted with a forced smile.

“Hi, Misato, how badly damaged is the Eva?” the pilot asked with an unexpected sincerity.

Misato blinked, but quickly regained her composure. “Not too bad, the cracks on the brain casing mean that we need to replace it, but aside from that, a quick coat of paint and it should be ready to go.”

“Cool,” Shinji nodded. “That reminds me, do I get some kind of uniform? Ritsuko said something about it showing off my manly physique.”

Misato frowned. “Is Ritsuko making passes at you?”

“No, not at all,” Shinji insisted truthfully.

“I see,” the Captain nodded dubiously. “Well, I've got to go see Ritsuko. Try not to cause any trouble while I'm gone.”

“I do or I do not,” Shinji smirked as the buxom beer drinker left the room. “There is no try.”

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Striding into Dr. Akagi's office, Misato angrily pointed at her college friend.

“What the hell do you mean by `Shinji's manly physique'?” the Tactical Officer demanded. “What have you been doing to him?”

Ritsuko blinked and flinched at the unexpected outburst. “What are you gibbering about now, Misato?”

“I was talking with Shinji, and it seems that you've been appraising his body,” Misato growled. “I know your tastes are a bit more cosmopolitan than mine, Ritsuko, but a 14 year-old-boy?”

“I did no such thing!” the blonde protested. “All I did was pander to his ego when he asked about his uniform on the drive in.”

“So you haven't made any passes at Shinji?”

Ritsuko met Misato's steely-eyed glare. “No. If anything, he's been making passes at me. He even offered me a massage over breakfast!”

The Captain's glare softened considerably when she decided that her old friend was telling the truth. “Sorry, Ritsuko, it's just that everything's is so hectic around here. I've hardly had the chance to settle in and we've got Angel attacks and our only weapon is some obnoxious brat.”

“I know, Misato,” Ritsuko placed a reassuring hand on her purple haired friend's shoulder. “Let's go get some coffee.”

As the two women left the office, they saw Shinji walking around with a lost look on his face.

“Is something the matter, Shinji-kun?” asked Ritsuko. “You look lost.”

“I think I am. The thing is I'm not sure where I want to go,” Shinji admitted with a small shrug.

“Well, we're going for coffee,” Misato replied. “You want one?”

The pilot nodded. “Don't mind if I do.”

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The trio chatted as they drank their coffee. Shinji in particular was turning on the charm, though it was amazingly subtle compared to what Misato was used to.

“So there I was, bawling my eyes out, when this wrinkled gnome bounces round the corner and asks me `what's the matter?'” Shinji recalled his anecdote with a smile. “I'm still in tears from El Bastardo telling me that I'm worthless, so I can barely manage a coherent sentence. I mumble something about lacking control, and he offers to help me.”

“Who was he?” Ritsuko asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Happosai, he's some kind of martial arts master that offered to make me his heir, but still feeling down, I said something like `I'm not worth the effort' and he nodded as he agreed.”

“What a bastard!” Misato snorted.

“Yeah, but he did say that if I wanted control, he'd teach me a few tricks. One of which was how to throw a punch,” Shinji explained. “A while later, I was walking back from school, when I saw Uncle Happi running from some men in black suits. He hid behind me and I one of these men, an actually yakuza thug, yells at me to give up the old man. I was about to when I felt a prodding in my back and neck. I was slightly out of it until I heard a knife blade pop out.

“Then I swung wildly at them.”

Misato and Ritsuko leant in, held by the pilot's words.

“Were you hurt at all?” asked Ritsuko.

“They kicked my ass so badly, I was pissing blood for three days,” Shinji answered as he rubbed his face. “But, because one of them told their boss about what happened, he visited me in hospital.”

“You were visited by a yakuza boss?” Ritsuko asked suspiciously.

“Well, not a big boss, but he had control over a few blocks and he was in charge of where I lived. Anyway, I asked him what he wanted and he asked why I interfered. I replied that it was because of Uncle Happi was defenceless, and he laughed. He asked about my family, and when I told him what the score was, he offered to look after me.”

“Why was he after your Uncle Happi?” Misato asked, wondering what sort of people Shinji associated with.

“He wasn't. Well, not trying to kill him,” Shinji clarified. “It turns out that Uncle Happi was being used as a training aid for tracking people down and that he knew the boss well.”

Ritsuko shook her head sadly at what she assumed to be a tall tale.

Shinji pretended not to notice the blonde's dismissal of his life story and steered the conversation on to NERV personnel and its work. “So what's my bearded clam of a father up to these days?”

Ritsuko sniggered as Misato choked on her coffee.

“Are you alright, Misato-san?” the pilot asked.

“Yes, sorry about that, I wasn't expecting you to call your dad that,” the purple haired woman answered, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “You really hate him, don't you?”

“You know the Amazon Rainforest?” Shinji laughed. “Well, it's got these tiny fish that have been known to swim up penises. I hope that a whole school of them decide to migrate up his while a rumpus of enraged, rabid baboons tear him limb from limb.”

Misato's eyes shot open at the candour Shinji displayed, especially when she saw that the man in question was with earshot.

“What? Is he behind me or something? Well I'll just say it louder and to his face,” the Third Child said standing up. Stepping away from his seat Shinji angrily pointed a finger at his absentee parent. “Old Man, you're a complete cocksucker and I hope you die a horrible death!”

The entire occupants of the NERV cafeteria stopped what they were doing and turned to face the direction of the abuse that the Commander was receiving.

“Is that all you have to say, Pilot Ikari?” the bearded man asked, somehow managing to keep his cool.

“No, I've got more abuse for you if anyone wants to hear it.”

“Your opinion of me is of no concern. Only your ability to pilot Unit-01,” Gendo replied sternly before leaving to meet with Fuyutsuki.

Misato looked at Ritsuko, who could only shrug in response to the scene that had unfolded before them.

“Shinji, you really should-” the Captain started.

“Don't, Misato,” the disobedient teen raised a hand to halt the lecture before it started. “That bastard told me I'm worthless three years ago, but somehow in the intervening years, I've acquired value. He is up to something - I don't know what, and I'm not sure I want to know, but he knows more about what's going on here than he's letting on.”

“Such a cynical attitude, in one so young,” Ritsuko mused sadly.

“If he wanted a reunion, he would have sent the letter, and not Misato-san.” Shinji countered. “I'm many things, but a complete muppet isn't one of them.”

The scientist and soldier finished their drinks in a solemn silence, when they placed their empty mugs on the table; Shinji said something to take their mind of his comments.

“Let's get me measured up for my new uniform.”

“Ok, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko nodded.

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Ritsuko opened a cupboard near the locker rooms. “Shinji-kun, what size are you - small, medium or large?”

“Let's try a medium,” the teenager shrugged.

The blonde handed the pilot a cellophane wrapped bundle. “Here.”

“I thought these things were going to be custom made.”

“That would be more trouble than it's worth, Shinji,” Ritsuko replied. “You're still growing and if there're no plugsuits that fit you since your last growth spurt, then your abilities will be diminished.”

“So this isn't just fetish-wear?”

“No,” Misato answered.

Shinji infuriated the Captain. On the one hand, he had a few issues with his father that she could understand, but on the other, the kid was marking himself out as a necessary evil.

The pilot entered the locker room and changed into the blue and white plastic/vinyl one piece suit.

“Interesting, this isn't going to chafe when I get sweaty, is it?” Shinji asked sarcastically as he exited the room to where Ritsuko and Misato stood.

“You think that's bad?” Misato smirked, “try this.”

The purple haired woman activated the control on the left wrist.

A hiss of air surprised the young man as his suit became almost skin-tight.

“No sir, I don't like,” Shinji quoted a pre-impact cartoon. He stretched a little to check the range of movement he'd have.

“Maybe it won't be so bad. Hey, are you two enjoying the view?” Shinji asked facing the women in mid toe-touch.

“Yes, no,” Ritsuko shook her head. “Stop that, that's not funny!”

“Yeah, Shinji, we're not perverts here at NERV!” Misato scolded.

“Really? Then why is it that your pilot, a 14 year-old-boy, has to wear skin-tight fetish-wear?” the pilot asked with a smirk. “You two might not be deviants, but someone, somewhere in NERV is.”

The two women frowned when they considered Shinji's words.

“Don't worry, I'll still wear this outfit if you need me to pilot,” the young Ikari smiled. “Speaking of which, how goes the search for my apartment?”

“What? Don't you like staying with me, Shinji-kun?” Ritsuko asked in mock hurt.

“Not at all, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji grinned. “I was just concerned that you might get embarrassed if you walked in while I had morning wood.”

“Please,” the faux blonde snorted, “it's not like a teenager's erection holds that much mystery or appeal for me.”

“You haven't seen me naked,” the arrogant teen smirked. “We can change that if you like.”

“How can you two carry on like that?” a blushing Misato stammered.

“Misato-san, it's all harmless fun until I decide otherwise. Let's be honest here,” Shinji said as he gestured to his roommate, “Ritsuko-san is a very attractive woman and it's natural for men to flirt with pretty ladies.”

“But don't you find it disturbing for a virgin to be such a natural at it?” the Captain asked.

“I suppose I would,” the pilot nodded. “By the way, what make you think I'm a virgin?”

“The fact that you're 14, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko dryly added, coming to her friend's aid.

“Pfft,” Shinji snorted as he shook his head, “I've lost count of the times I've had sex over the last two years. You can thank Uncle Happi for that.”

Misato and Ritsuko's faces fell.

“Don't look at me like that, you two, I've never had sex with a man. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer jiggly parts as opposed to dangly parts. By the way, nice cheesecake shot you sent me, Misato-san,” Shinji added, pulling out the picture the purple haired woman had sent him.

Misato tried to snatch the photo away, but succeeded in only smacking her hand against the wall. “Shit!”

Ritsuko, however, managed to get a good look at the image. She turned to her friend. “Care to explain, Misato?”

“Aww, is Ritsuko-chan jealous?” Shinji teased. “I'll leer at you, too, if you want.”

Ritsuko's left eye started to twitch. “No thanks, Shinji-kun, I'm good.”

“Meh,” the pilot shrugged, “your loss. You all right, Misato-san?”

The Captain was clearly in pain as she tried to rub he hand better.

“Here,” Shinji said with an honest smile, “let me take a look.”

“I don't think so,” Misato said, pulling her had way from the pilot.

“Look, there's no harm in letting me look at your hand, is there? I do know a few things about the human body,” the young Ikari said in a sincere tone. “Ritsuko-san's here to chaperone me if I do anything improper.”

Sighing in defeat, the buxom soldier offered her injured hand to the plugsuit clad young man.

Shinji ran his fingers over the appendage as he examined it closely. “I think you just bruised the knuckle. This should help you relax a little, too.”

Misato took in a sharp breath as the pilot put some pressure on her bruised hand, but that soon turned into a soft moan of pleasure as Shinji worked his magic.

“Ooh, that feels good,” the Captain smiled.

Shinji grinned as he worked the whole hand, from fingers to the wrist. “See the look on Misato-san's face? That's why I was highly sought after.”

“What do you mean?” Misato asked, slightly upset that her massage had now stopped.

“Shinji-kun used to work in a massage parlour,” Ritsuko explained.

“If you thought that felt good, imagine what `The Works' is like,” the pilot winked at Misato.

The beer drinking woman nodded absently as she flexed her hand.

Dr. Akagi's phone beeped, alerting her to a new text message. Reading it, she frowned. `Gendo's in the mood for sex.'

“Is something wrong, Ritsuko-san?” Shinji asked, noting the look on his roommate's face.

“No, I've just got to deal with something that's just come up. I'll catch you later,” the blonde said, giving a false smile as she left to deal with the Commander's sudden need.

“So, now what do we do?” Shinji asked, suddenly feeling slightly bored. “Hey, can I visit that girl who the Bearded Clam wanted to pilot instead of me?”

“Visit Rei?” Misato asked as she came down from her mild high. “Yeah, I guess we could.”

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Rei was alerted to the presence of visitors by the knocking on her hospital room door.

“Enter,” she replied in a weak voice.

“Hi, Rei,” Misato smiled as she poked her head around the door. “How're you doing?”

“I am recovering,” the blue haired girl answered.

“That's good. I've brought you a visitor. Say hello, Shinji.”

“Howdy,” Shinji greeted with a smile.

“You are the Third Child, Shinji Ikari,” Rei noted. “I am glad that you agreed to pilot Unit-01.”

“I'm sure that everyone who's alive is, too,” the young Ikari grinned. “So, when are they letting you out of here?”

“Why are you interested in that?”

“You're pretty cute,” Shinji explained, “and I don't like seeing cute girls in hospital.”

Misato thought about this new development. `It's nice that Shinji is interested in someone his own age, but it does hurt to be discarded for a newer model after less than a day.'

“You are interested in spending time with me?” Rei asked her good eye unblinking.

“Yeah,” the Third Child nodded. “Like I said, you're cute. I know that we've known each other for less than five minutes, but I can tell that there's something special about you that I like. I don't know what it is yet, but I'll find out.”

“I hope you're not expecting Rei to put out on your dates, Shinji,” the purple haired woman teased.

“Well, I normally go for older women. They know what they're doing in bed,” Shinji teased back.

“Really?” Misato asked in a suspicious tone.

“Yeah, something I picked up from my on the job training as a manwhore,” the pilot smirked.

Misato's mouth dropped open.

“I'm kidding, Misato,” Shinji said, shaking his head. “I'm 14, I'd be a rent-boy, not a manwhore.”

Now the colour drained from the Captain's face.

“Captain Katsuragi,” Rei interrupted. “I do not believe that Pilot Ikari is being entirely truthful.”

“What makes you say that, Rei?” Misato asked, turning to the injured pilot.

“I… feel it,” the blue haired girl replied. “I cannot explain it any further than that.”

“And what if I told you that I could show you the best time you've ever had?” Shinji smiled as he leant against the wall.

Misato rolled her eyes at Shinji's flirtation.

“What do you mean?” Rei asked in confusion.

“I'm talking about making you feel good. REAL good,” the young Ikari winked.

“Are you referring to intimacy of a sexual nature?”

“I wasn't expecting you big city women to be so coy,” Shinji said in a slightly sad tone. “I mean, back in Osaka, I had a three in a bed romp with twin sisters for my 13th birthday present.”

“That is something that I have little doubt of,” Rei commented in her usual monotone. “Captain Katsuragi, I have not had much contact with people outside of my duties here at NERV, is Pilot Ikari's behaviour out of the ordinary?”

“Shinji is… special,” Misato answered with a small frown.

Rei turned to face the Captain. “In what way?”

Misato's frown disappeared for a moment when she recalled how Shinji had made her feel by touching her hand.

The male pilot noticed that the purple haired woman was looking at the hand she hit the wall with and walked up to the bed.

“Rei, give me your hand.”

The blue haired girl blinked, but did as requested.

“Tell me if you like this,” Shinji smiled as he massaged the injured pilot's left hand from the tips of her fingers to the joint of her wrist.

Rei's facial expression didn't change, but her body language did.

“Hey!” Misato shouted. “Her pulse has skyrocketed!”

Ayanami's breathing had become more shallow and rapid as Shinji continued to work his magic until a soft moan came forth from her pale lips.

“Do you like that, Rei?”

“Y-yes,” Rei answered, her cheeks flushed. “I have never experienced anything like that before, what was that?”

“That's something for you to discover, Rei,” Shinji winked. “We'll let you get some rest.”

Misato, having correctly assumed that Shinji had brought the girl to orgasm stood up, glad that she didn't have to answer the blue haired pilot's question.

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