Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Evangelion - Three Futons ❯ Three Futons, In A Tangle! ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Magical Savior 
Intro. Shinji's in a difficult situation. Asuka and Misato aren't making life easier for him.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.13.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 990 | Visits: 4.4K | Status: Completed
Intro. Shinji's in a difficult situation. Asuka and Misato aren't making life easier for him.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.13.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 990 | Visits: 4.4K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer - I, Magical Savior, do not own Evangelion. Gainax does. I never did. I make no claim on it, or any of the characters, or the setting, which is stolen from a specific episode.
I don't, in a legal sense, own this story, the storyline of which I did, however create.
This story is a lemon. It contains sexual content. Deal with it.
Also, in the canonical story, these kids are supposed to be 14. Age of consent in Japan is around 14, but I still think that's kinda wrong. Consider them magically 18 for the purposes of this story, and now they're in high school. It changes nothing, and I still have a filthy, filthy mind.
Contact cutefuzzydestruction@myspace.com for feedback regarding the story.
Oh yeah, and I'm awesome.
Let's begin.
*** Episode Nine Side story - 1. With Three Futons, In a Tangle! ***
Three days. My body was wrecked. Utterly exhausted. It has been three whole days doing "this" and "that" with Asuka Langley Soryu.
My feet listlessly trekked to the kitchen refrigerator as I considered this.
Sliding open a compartment of the fridge, I tried to find a can of juice... but it was beer. Beer, beer, beer! I settled for a glass of water. The sound of the faucet was loud, this late at night.
I was the only one awake. Too tired to sleep.
Because of Asuka, I was never alone. She was always with me, and I was with her. So near. So close.
It was driving me crazy.
I couldn't be without her during any of my waking hours... so, I had to find more hours. That meant stealing from sleep.
Over and over. I'd played this game with Asuka over and over, but it just wasn't working for me. I'd done it once with Rei, and that was better by far.
Everything went more smoothly with Ayanami Rei. I felt better about it. I liked Rei. Really, I did. But Asuka, with her demands, didn't give me a choice in the matter. I had to do this with her until she was satisfied.
She was insatiable. Her, and Misato.
I swallowed the last sip from my glass and set it by the sink. Shuffling back to my futon, I tried to flop down exhaustedly in the quietest way possible.
My eyes stayed open. They were exactly as open, in the same degree, as Misato's blouse.
This was exhausting. I was frustrated in many, many ways by having to sleep with both of them. Every night.
I couldn't look away.
Why did I have to sleep with them? Touji and Kensuke would have killed to be me, right now. Mostly, they just wanted to kill me. But they didn't understand what I was going through at the hands of these women!
Misato and Asuka were still asleep, and it'd taken all three days to figure out how to go about the house without waking them up.
I'd had about enough. How much longer could I endure this? Three days to go, and I could finish off that schizoid duo.
Was I referring to Asuka and Misato, or the enemy Angels? It didn't matter. We'd been beaten by it, them, in our fifth encounter with the Angels. It was humiliating.
Asuka put it succinctly when she said my Unit-01 looked like a drowned rat, but she wasn't any better!
We were defeated soundly after it split into two beings and fought back as one. Without the Evas to fight it, the enemy had to be beaten back with conventional weapons - powerful non-nuclear (N²) explosives and massed artillery. Every arsenal we had, we emptied at it.
We had caused it to retreat - to regenerate. Estimated time of renewed attack - one week.
One week to get our act together and arm ourselves for battle. Seven days to repair the giant, seemingly invincible, but now damaged and wounded Evangelion.
We didn't act as a team. We lost because we were at each other's throats, and the enemy took advantage of it. Accordingly, we were forced now to try and become a team.
Work together. That was all.
Three days down. After tomorrow, three days to go. That was all the time we had, to come to terms with each other.
It wasn't enough.
Misato was adamant that, for training, we had to play this stupid game that was a cross of Dance Dance Revolution and Twister... But it only counted points when we acted in synchrony. This was something close to never.
Frankly, it was a devil's tool. But that wasn't the only thing. Dance classes, cooking, rock climbing. Anything that we could do together, Misato made us do it.
Charades, even! As if that would somehow help me to understand what that girl was thinking.
There were other, stranger things I had to do. With her, or against her.
I swallowed heavily. My thoughts clouded my meanings from -fighting- against her to -pressing- against her.
Would it come to that?
But, Asuka hated me. It would never work. Ever. I was just suffering from muddy, sleep-deprived thinking. NOT a dirty mind. I rolled over, looking away from Misato and her cleavage, staring blankly at a dark wall.
Tomorrow would be fencing, and I had to find some way to stop it. I had no doubt, Asuka would kill me. It was that simple. It has been said, "Hell is other people."
I believe it.
I don't, in a legal sense, own this story, the storyline of which I did, however create.
This story is a lemon. It contains sexual content. Deal with it.
Also, in the canonical story, these kids are supposed to be 14. Age of consent in Japan is around 14, but I still think that's kinda wrong. Consider them magically 18 for the purposes of this story, and now they're in high school. It changes nothing, and I still have a filthy, filthy mind.
Contact cutefuzzydestruction@myspace.com for feedback regarding the story.
Oh yeah, and I'm awesome.
Let's begin.
*** Episode Nine Side story - 1. With Three Futons, In a Tangle! ***
Three days. My body was wrecked. Utterly exhausted. It has been three whole days doing "this" and "that" with Asuka Langley Soryu.
My feet listlessly trekked to the kitchen refrigerator as I considered this.
Sliding open a compartment of the fridge, I tried to find a can of juice... but it was beer. Beer, beer, beer! I settled for a glass of water. The sound of the faucet was loud, this late at night.
I was the only one awake. Too tired to sleep.
Because of Asuka, I was never alone. She was always with me, and I was with her. So near. So close.
It was driving me crazy.
I couldn't be without her during any of my waking hours... so, I had to find more hours. That meant stealing from sleep.
Over and over. I'd played this game with Asuka over and over, but it just wasn't working for me. I'd done it once with Rei, and that was better by far.
Everything went more smoothly with Ayanami Rei. I felt better about it. I liked Rei. Really, I did. But Asuka, with her demands, didn't give me a choice in the matter. I had to do this with her until she was satisfied.
She was insatiable. Her, and Misato.
I swallowed the last sip from my glass and set it by the sink. Shuffling back to my futon, I tried to flop down exhaustedly in the quietest way possible.
My eyes stayed open. They were exactly as open, in the same degree, as Misato's blouse.
This was exhausting. I was frustrated in many, many ways by having to sleep with both of them. Every night.
I couldn't look away.
Why did I have to sleep with them? Touji and Kensuke would have killed to be me, right now. Mostly, they just wanted to kill me. But they didn't understand what I was going through at the hands of these women!
Misato and Asuka were still asleep, and it'd taken all three days to figure out how to go about the house without waking them up.
I'd had about enough. How much longer could I endure this? Three days to go, and I could finish off that schizoid duo.
Was I referring to Asuka and Misato, or the enemy Angels? It didn't matter. We'd been beaten by it, them, in our fifth encounter with the Angels. It was humiliating.
Asuka put it succinctly when she said my Unit-01 looked like a drowned rat, but she wasn't any better!
We were defeated soundly after it split into two beings and fought back as one. Without the Evas to fight it, the enemy had to be beaten back with conventional weapons - powerful non-nuclear (N²) explosives and massed artillery. Every arsenal we had, we emptied at it.
We had caused it to retreat - to regenerate. Estimated time of renewed attack - one week.
One week to get our act together and arm ourselves for battle. Seven days to repair the giant, seemingly invincible, but now damaged and wounded Evangelion.
We didn't act as a team. We lost because we were at each other's throats, and the enemy took advantage of it. Accordingly, we were forced now to try and become a team.
Work together. That was all.
Three days down. After tomorrow, three days to go. That was all the time we had, to come to terms with each other.
It wasn't enough.
Misato was adamant that, for training, we had to play this stupid game that was a cross of Dance Dance Revolution and Twister... But it only counted points when we acted in synchrony. This was something close to never.
Frankly, it was a devil's tool. But that wasn't the only thing. Dance classes, cooking, rock climbing. Anything that we could do together, Misato made us do it.
Charades, even! As if that would somehow help me to understand what that girl was thinking.
There were other, stranger things I had to do. With her, or against her.
I swallowed heavily. My thoughts clouded my meanings from -fighting- against her to -pressing- against her.
Would it come to that?
But, Asuka hated me. It would never work. Ever. I was just suffering from muddy, sleep-deprived thinking. NOT a dirty mind. I rolled over, looking away from Misato and her cleavage, staring blankly at a dark wall.
Tomorrow would be fencing, and I had to find some way to stop it. I had no doubt, Asuka would kill me. It was that simple. It has been said, "Hell is other people."
I believe it.