Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Evangelion - Three Futons ❯ You're Doing What?! ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Magical Savior 
Asuka is getting tired of Shinji and his dodging. Perhaps she will do something about it.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.13.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 2.9K | Status: Completed
Asuka is getting tired of Shinji and his dodging. Perhaps she will do something about it.
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.13.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 2.9K | Status: Completed
*** Episode Nine Side story - 3. You're Doing What?! ***
I couldn't focus on getting the lesson. It just wasn't sinking in. And these schoolbooks were worthless for teaching it to me. Who wrote these damned things, anyway?!
It was like they were written in a foreign language. Except, they were. Japanese.
"Asuka, homeroom is over. I still need the absentee - late report."
Sigh. I filled it out forty minutes ago, Hikari...
Without looking at it, I fished through my bag for the clipboard and handed it over.
Enough of this. "Damn it! Where the hell is he?!" I stood up and shoved my snap case of pens in my book bag. It jammed against the lip of a compartment and came open. Pens and erasers flew everywhere.
I swore.
Hikari's jaw dropped. "You mean there hasn't been anything yet? We started class an hour ago!"
I looked at Hikari. "It's unforgivable!" Hikari flipped through the report for other absentees. It was obvious. Any second now, she would figure out why I was pissed off.
She must have skipped over it. There were a lot absent, with the evacuation. Still, it would be on the first page. Damn him. And damn that puppet, too.
I got down on my hands and knees and started picking everything up. What did that idiot think he was doing?
Hikari knelt by me and helped me. Her freckled face was next to mine, looking concerned. "Calm down," Hikari said. "You only left a few minutes after he did. What happened, this morning?"
I heard a wolf-whistle from behind me. "Lookin' good, Asuka!" I looked up for one second - and I saw Hikari's dark gray eyes flash like storm clouds.
"Suzuhara, you IDIOT!" Hikari grabbed a paper fan from her desk and teleported to Touji Suzuhara. The resounding SLAP it made against his face was incredibly satisfying to me.
As a matter of fact, I ought to fold one of those myself. I would fold it perfectly. That imbecile Shinji would get it, as soon as I saw him. Oh, yes. And then, I'd sucker-punch that coward and watch him fall over.
Actually, that sounded better. Wait... Now, I wasn't sure.
Then, I realized... I was going to kill him. My, that was easy. After putting everything in my bag, I smoothed out the front of my skirt. Nine minutes before class started again.
I was thirsty. "Hey, Hikari, you want anything?"
Hikari spun daintily in her white school shoes. Her skirt followed her movements smoothly, and she smiled. "Please. Anything cold." She nodded at this, pig-tails bobbing.
It would probably be for Suzuhara. But not for him to drink. What did she see in him, anyway?
I looked over to see that pervert knocked senseless, unable to even rub his own face properly. Served him right. He should NOT be served refreshments!
Touji made idiotic sounds. It may have been speech, but anything I heard Suzuhara say MUST be gibberish. His friend Kensuke Aida tried to talk some sense back into him - you should have done that BEFORE Suzuhara stared at my ass.
Sweetly, I sang out, "I'll be right ba~ack..."
At least watching a helpless male get the crap thwacked out of him cheered me up a little.
I walked down the hallway, swinging my schoolbag. It wasn't far to the vending machines. Maybe I could enjoy the rest of my morning.
Sunshine beamed in through the windows as I passed. Today should have been a beautiful day. And I was a happy person, naturally.
There they were. I saw them.
A line of vending machines, with a few students milling aimlessly. Looking at their watches, trying to kill time. Worrying what would happen if it died.
Idiots. All of them.
Reaching in the bag for my change purse, I picked out hot coffee for myself, and bought a cold soda while it filled.
It was a little hard juggling coffee, soda, and book bag. But, it wasn't a problem. Putting my hand around the coffee cup told me it was too hot to drink. Hopefully, it would cool down enough in the time I had left. I walked back quickly.
Just outside my classroom door. I slid it open, to announce my magnificent return.
"I'm telling you, it wasn't like that! I mean, we didn't do anything! You've got it all wrong...!"
Hikari was standing with her finger on the role-call clipboard, down the middle of the first page. Most of the students were standing, wondering what was going on.
Everyone went quiet except for one person, who had his head in his hands. He sat behind his desk with his shoulders slumped. I saw him pull his fingers through his messy black hair, as though at his wits' end.
"I told you. That's why we went to her apartment."
Unbelievable.
I handed the soda to Hikari wordlessly.
"Look, it isn't like..." Hearing the room go silent as I closed in, he looked up. "A-Asuka. I'm... That is, I was YEEEEOOOOOW!"
I sat down at my desk without saying anything. Sigh. Coffee was expensive. That wasn't worth it. Crushing the empty cup, I tossed it in the trash.
Obviously, there was a commotion now. I ignored it. It had nothing to do with me. That... idiot.
I propped my chin on my arm and looked out the window. I daydreamed. None of this was important. Hikari's voice brought me back.
"Stand!" I stood.
"Bow!" I bowed in the direction of the teacher.
"Good God, man! Why do you have your pants down?" The teacher, a middle-aged man, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "Get out your books and open to page... Oh, ah..."
The class rep said a number and, respectfully, the lesson title.
"Yes. Quite right. Now, let's begin again."
Math was easier than other subjects. This was a better part of the class for me. All over the world, math was a universal language - and one I'd studied in college. Why was I going to such a common school, anyway?
Silly children with little games. Gossiping. Rumors and dating. Isn't he cute? Thinking self-important, juvenile thoughts of what "real" life would be like.
Shinji took notes frantically. I knew he sucked at math. Then again, he was a coward - he sucked at life. The "Third Child" couldn't live on his own. He was, in fact, an immature little kid.
I'd learned what life was like. I learned what happened when people ran away from living. When they ran away from their lives, they'd taken mine with them.
So many things about this school pissed me off. The pranks. The jokes. I was the best at everything in this school. I was the most popular, and I had the most enemies. But of all the little, kiddy, kindergarten crap that pissed me off, there was one thing that really annoyed me.
A note was placed on the corner of my desk. That's it. Couldn't they wait to put it in my shoe locker? I'd moved the trash bin near my locker for a reason.
I ought to light these things on fire.
Nothing interesting from the droning schoolteacher. Well, maybe I could crush a fragile little ego today. Scathing replies are in style, after all.
<You think ???? isn't. Ayanami ??? didn't, because ???? was she, and ? didn't want. She supposed to wasn't ? I ???? tried to, but me ?? she needed. All she needed ??? was, and then ????! I anything do could not!!>
Damn him! Shinji. Why couldn't you use a decent, sensible language? Like English, or German. The backwards way they said things...
Wonderfully put. Very legible, made the whole message so easy to understand. My brain filled in the blanks beautifully. "Kanji" must be a synonym for "chicken scratches."
I took out a red felt-tip and scrawled out "idiot²" over his words, since this was math class. "Baka" is one word I knew well.
After folding it neatly back, I threw it at him. The note hit him in the side of the head, and looked like it stung. How well it worked for such a purpose. Origami was a wonderful invention.
The teacher stopped buzzing like a cicada. Everyone else held their breath. After a moment, he resumed his fidgety, sweaty ways.
These Japanese school kids always listened to their teachers and did as they were told. Made me nauseous. Little dolls, in their little doll schoolhouse.
The teacher began walking around, about to ask questions. He had examples on the board. Since I was being such a little troublemaker, he was probably going to ask me. My answer would be apropos.
"What's this?" The teacher held a neatly-folded piece of notebook paper. He wiped his forehead with his handkerchief again, wondering how to deal with it.
Ah, hahaha haa! Shinji handed the note straight to the teacher. Perfect.
"Mr. Ikari. I thoroughly disapprove of passing notes in my class," the teacher intoned. "Perhaps we shall see what it is that could not wait for my lecture to conclude."
I could see Shinji, his face in his hands. He looked around, seeing the expressions on everyone's faces. Someone chuckled.
This should be good.
"'She shouldn't have tried to walk to our house just for Monday's notes. She wasn't going to school. It wasn't supposed to be like this.'"
The teacher looked up, then back down.
"'All I could do was stand there. I was there next to her, when she fell. I'm so useless. When I ran to her and called her name, she didn't look at me.'"
"'I was... terrified?' Good lord." The teacher's hands started to shake. Something made him continue, however. The class was deathly silent.
"'I couldn't call for help. My phone was dead. Thank God she woke up. She told me to take her home. She told me not to call a doctor. I had to stay with her. She begged me to stay with her.'"
The teacher looked embarrassed. Clearly, there was more. "Mr. Ikari, I apologize. I... Mr. Ikari?"
Somehow, he'd run away. No one saw him. He was... gone. That worthless...!
Why should he care about her? I hate him, so much. Damn him!
I couldn't focus on getting the lesson. It just wasn't sinking in. And these schoolbooks were worthless for teaching it to me. Who wrote these damned things, anyway?!
It was like they were written in a foreign language. Except, they were. Japanese.
"Asuka, homeroom is over. I still need the absentee - late report."
Sigh. I filled it out forty minutes ago, Hikari...
Without looking at it, I fished through my bag for the clipboard and handed it over.
Enough of this. "Damn it! Where the hell is he?!" I stood up and shoved my snap case of pens in my book bag. It jammed against the lip of a compartment and came open. Pens and erasers flew everywhere.
I swore.
Hikari's jaw dropped. "You mean there hasn't been anything yet? We started class an hour ago!"
I looked at Hikari. "It's unforgivable!" Hikari flipped through the report for other absentees. It was obvious. Any second now, she would figure out why I was pissed off.
She must have skipped over it. There were a lot absent, with the evacuation. Still, it would be on the first page. Damn him. And damn that puppet, too.
I got down on my hands and knees and started picking everything up. What did that idiot think he was doing?
Hikari knelt by me and helped me. Her freckled face was next to mine, looking concerned. "Calm down," Hikari said. "You only left a few minutes after he did. What happened, this morning?"
I heard a wolf-whistle from behind me. "Lookin' good, Asuka!" I looked up for one second - and I saw Hikari's dark gray eyes flash like storm clouds.
"Suzuhara, you IDIOT!" Hikari grabbed a paper fan from her desk and teleported to Touji Suzuhara. The resounding SLAP it made against his face was incredibly satisfying to me.
As a matter of fact, I ought to fold one of those myself. I would fold it perfectly. That imbecile Shinji would get it, as soon as I saw him. Oh, yes. And then, I'd sucker-punch that coward and watch him fall over.
Actually, that sounded better. Wait... Now, I wasn't sure.
Then, I realized... I was going to kill him. My, that was easy. After putting everything in my bag, I smoothed out the front of my skirt. Nine minutes before class started again.
I was thirsty. "Hey, Hikari, you want anything?"
Hikari spun daintily in her white school shoes. Her skirt followed her movements smoothly, and she smiled. "Please. Anything cold." She nodded at this, pig-tails bobbing.
It would probably be for Suzuhara. But not for him to drink. What did she see in him, anyway?
I looked over to see that pervert knocked senseless, unable to even rub his own face properly. Served him right. He should NOT be served refreshments!
Touji made idiotic sounds. It may have been speech, but anything I heard Suzuhara say MUST be gibberish. His friend Kensuke Aida tried to talk some sense back into him - you should have done that BEFORE Suzuhara stared at my ass.
Sweetly, I sang out, "I'll be right ba~ack..."
At least watching a helpless male get the crap thwacked out of him cheered me up a little.
I walked down the hallway, swinging my schoolbag. It wasn't far to the vending machines. Maybe I could enjoy the rest of my morning.
Sunshine beamed in through the windows as I passed. Today should have been a beautiful day. And I was a happy person, naturally.
There they were. I saw them.
A line of vending machines, with a few students milling aimlessly. Looking at their watches, trying to kill time. Worrying what would happen if it died.
Idiots. All of them.
Reaching in the bag for my change purse, I picked out hot coffee for myself, and bought a cold soda while it filled.
It was a little hard juggling coffee, soda, and book bag. But, it wasn't a problem. Putting my hand around the coffee cup told me it was too hot to drink. Hopefully, it would cool down enough in the time I had left. I walked back quickly.
Just outside my classroom door. I slid it open, to announce my magnificent return.
"I'm telling you, it wasn't like that! I mean, we didn't do anything! You've got it all wrong...!"
Hikari was standing with her finger on the role-call clipboard, down the middle of the first page. Most of the students were standing, wondering what was going on.
Everyone went quiet except for one person, who had his head in his hands. He sat behind his desk with his shoulders slumped. I saw him pull his fingers through his messy black hair, as though at his wits' end.
"I told you. That's why we went to her apartment."
Unbelievable.
I handed the soda to Hikari wordlessly.
"Look, it isn't like..." Hearing the room go silent as I closed in, he looked up. "A-Asuka. I'm... That is, I was YEEEEOOOOOW!"
I sat down at my desk without saying anything. Sigh. Coffee was expensive. That wasn't worth it. Crushing the empty cup, I tossed it in the trash.
Obviously, there was a commotion now. I ignored it. It had nothing to do with me. That... idiot.
I propped my chin on my arm and looked out the window. I daydreamed. None of this was important. Hikari's voice brought me back.
"Stand!" I stood.
"Bow!" I bowed in the direction of the teacher.
"Good God, man! Why do you have your pants down?" The teacher, a middle-aged man, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "Get out your books and open to page... Oh, ah..."
The class rep said a number and, respectfully, the lesson title.
"Yes. Quite right. Now, let's begin again."
Math was easier than other subjects. This was a better part of the class for me. All over the world, math was a universal language - and one I'd studied in college. Why was I going to such a common school, anyway?
Silly children with little games. Gossiping. Rumors and dating. Isn't he cute? Thinking self-important, juvenile thoughts of what "real" life would be like.
Shinji took notes frantically. I knew he sucked at math. Then again, he was a coward - he sucked at life. The "Third Child" couldn't live on his own. He was, in fact, an immature little kid.
I'd learned what life was like. I learned what happened when people ran away from living. When they ran away from their lives, they'd taken mine with them.
So many things about this school pissed me off. The pranks. The jokes. I was the best at everything in this school. I was the most popular, and I had the most enemies. But of all the little, kiddy, kindergarten crap that pissed me off, there was one thing that really annoyed me.
A note was placed on the corner of my desk. That's it. Couldn't they wait to put it in my shoe locker? I'd moved the trash bin near my locker for a reason.
I ought to light these things on fire.
Nothing interesting from the droning schoolteacher. Well, maybe I could crush a fragile little ego today. Scathing replies are in style, after all.
<You think ???? isn't. Ayanami ??? didn't, because ???? was she, and ? didn't want. She supposed to wasn't ? I ???? tried to, but me ?? she needed. All she needed ??? was, and then ????! I anything do could not!!>
Damn him! Shinji. Why couldn't you use a decent, sensible language? Like English, or German. The backwards way they said things...
Wonderfully put. Very legible, made the whole message so easy to understand. My brain filled in the blanks beautifully. "Kanji" must be a synonym for "chicken scratches."
I took out a red felt-tip and scrawled out "idiot²" over his words, since this was math class. "Baka" is one word I knew well.
After folding it neatly back, I threw it at him. The note hit him in the side of the head, and looked like it stung. How well it worked for such a purpose. Origami was a wonderful invention.
The teacher stopped buzzing like a cicada. Everyone else held their breath. After a moment, he resumed his fidgety, sweaty ways.
These Japanese school kids always listened to their teachers and did as they were told. Made me nauseous. Little dolls, in their little doll schoolhouse.
The teacher began walking around, about to ask questions. He had examples on the board. Since I was being such a little troublemaker, he was probably going to ask me. My answer would be apropos.
"What's this?" The teacher held a neatly-folded piece of notebook paper. He wiped his forehead with his handkerchief again, wondering how to deal with it.
Ah, hahaha haa! Shinji handed the note straight to the teacher. Perfect.
"Mr. Ikari. I thoroughly disapprove of passing notes in my class," the teacher intoned. "Perhaps we shall see what it is that could not wait for my lecture to conclude."
I could see Shinji, his face in his hands. He looked around, seeing the expressions on everyone's faces. Someone chuckled.
This should be good.
"'She shouldn't have tried to walk to our house just for Monday's notes. She wasn't going to school. It wasn't supposed to be like this.'"
The teacher looked up, then back down.
"'All I could do was stand there. I was there next to her, when she fell. I'm so useless. When I ran to her and called her name, she didn't look at me.'"
"'I was... terrified?' Good lord." The teacher's hands started to shake. Something made him continue, however. The class was deathly silent.
"'I couldn't call for help. My phone was dead. Thank God she woke up. She told me to take her home. She told me not to call a doctor. I had to stay with her. She begged me to stay with her.'"
The teacher looked embarrassed. Clearly, there was more. "Mr. Ikari, I apologize. I... Mr. Ikari?"
Somehow, he'd run away. No one saw him. He was... gone. That worthless...!
Why should he care about her? I hate him, so much. Damn him!