Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten: Sorrow of a Pilot ❯ The Dream ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Notes: Don't flame me because you don' like the way I portray the characters in this fic.

Disclaimer- I do not own Evangelion or any other anime franchises.

Forgotten

Thick, low-hanging black clouds hung in the sky, threatening to split asunder and unleash their icy cargo in a torrent of rain. A small, frail-looking, four-year old boy ran after a tall, imposing man who was walking away, not looking back, at a slow even pace.

"No! Daddy, please don't leave me! I'm sorry I was bad! I promise I'll be good, please don't leave me daddy! Please!" The little boy was sobbing as he ran, the streaks of tears washing away in the rain that had just started to fall.

The tall, dark, imposing man, ignoring his sons' pleas, continued to walk on, soon becoming nothing but a phantom barley visible in the shadowy curtain of rain fall that pelted the train station.

Shinji awoke with a start, hot tears coursing down his cheeks. He had been having the same dream, more like a nightmare, every night for the past two weeks; he didn't even know what had triggered the dream/memory. He only seemed to suffer from the horrid nightmare near the anniversary of his mothers' death, or that of his father abandoning him.

Shinji thought it might have been triggered by seeing Asuka talking with Kaji: Shinji knew that Asuka had a major crush on the pony-tailed man (much similar to the one he had on her) but could tell that Kaji cared for the feisty German as a father would. HE felt a sharp, bitter pang of jealousy every time he saw the two of them talking, going shopping or simply sitting and having dinner together (the same pang he felt whenever he saw Rei talking with his own father).

Each time he squashed the feeling by telling himself he didn't deserve that kind of fatherly affection (if any at all), that if he wasn't such a horrible person his father wouldn't of left him on that train station ten years ago. If he had been a better son he wouldn't of been sent to that hellish orphanage.

Shinji wiped his eyes, removing all traces of his tears (the last thing he needed was for Asuka to see his tear-stained face and call him a pathetic loser) and gathered his things to take a shower.

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Asuka moaned from low in her throat as she felt her lovers' lips from her jaw to the crook of her shoulder, where he began to apply subtle suction, enhancing the pleasure. She could feel his warm hands gently unfastened her skirt and slide the garment down her long, silky smooth legs. The fiery redhead shivered in delight as her lover deftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her body, and firmly, yet gently, cupped her satin-encased left breast and squeezed softly.

When she felt him replace his hand on her breast with his mouth, grip her hips firmly and lift her up, so she could wrap her slender, femininely muscular legs around his waist Asuka threw her head back and moaned loudly.

"Oh god, don't stop! Please don't stop Shinji! I need you so bad, don't stop!" Asuka cried out. The feisty German pulled Shinji's lips from her bra-clad chest, quickly unhooked and removed her bra, and Shoved his face back to her now bare breasts. With Shinji firmly massaging and fondling her buttocks while sucking at her breast Asuka felt an orgasm begin to blossom.

As her orgasm neared Asuka began to roll her hips against Shinji's trying to speed along her much desired relief, only to be interrupted by a loud, shrill beeping.

Whimpering in annoyance Asuka threw off her covers, grabbed her chirping alarm clock and flung it, with all her might across her room into the wall, shattering it and silencing the annoying piece of machinery. Knowing that she could not get back to sleep, Asuka grabbed her clothes for the day and shuffled over to the bathroom, intent on taking a nice, hot shower and forget the steamy dream that had been invading her sleep for the past few weeks, ever since the battle with the Eighth angle (the one that was in the volcano).

Just as Asuka reached for the doorknob the bathroom door swung open and a shirt-less Shinji stepped from the steam-filled room. Asuka fought back the strong urge to grab the boy and kiss him vigorously.

"Out of my way Hentai Baka!" Asuka shouted, trying to make up for her starring at her sole male roommate.

Asuka vaguely heard Shinji mutter, in that quiet, kicked-puppy voice he used oh so often, a muted "Sorry Asuka."

It pained her greatly whenever she heard that voice, and it pained her even more to know that she was the cause of it. As the boy walked away Asuka turned to watch him, and saw something that sickened her greatly. His back was covered in a twisted, gnarled network of pale, bone-white scars.

"Mien Gott! What the fucking hell happened to him?" Asuka whispered as she looked at her roommates mutilated back. Asuka made a note to ask Misato if she knew what had happened to the unusually meek boy.

With her thoughts driven from her highly erotic dream to the cause of Shinji's scars, all enjoyment Asuka could of taken from her pending shower was dashed.

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The hot-tempered German, so caught up in thoughts of who could do something so horrible to such a sweet and caring person (despite her constant insults and ranting she knew that Shinji was no pervert, that much was clear when he averted his eyes when her skirt was blown up while on the deck of 'Over the Rainbow' back when they first met), that she didn't notice the salty tears that welled up in the corners of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, only to be dashed away by the searing, pulsating water of her shower.

Five minutes later, only a third of her usual shower time, Asuka stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for School.

Authors Notes: Asuka will be the main character in this fic, with a few flash backs (on Shinji's part) of his life before arriving in Tokyo-3