Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Misato's Copy ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: nugar
Written for Eva lemon contest 2, where it took fourth place. Asuka looks for a video hidden somewhere in Misato's apartment, and finds more than she bargained for.

Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.07.2006 | Pages: 22 | Words: 18.1K | Visits: 16.2K | Status: Completed

 
Misato's Copy.
 
 
 
"Wait, Shinji, do you hear music?" Kensuke asked as Shinji reached to open the door. "And someone singing?"
 
"What?" Shinji asked, surprised. "Wait, I think I do. In... german?" The music had a strong beat which they could hear coming through the door, but it was too indistinct to make out what the song was.
 
"Dammit, I thought you said the kraut wasn't going to be here this evening?" Touji complained, shifting the strap of his backpack. He had his entire game system, including extra controllers, stuffed inside, and it was heavy.
 
"I didn't think she was," Shinji replied, embarrassed at having been wrong. "But I didn't ask since I thought we were going to your place."
 
Touji just shook his head. "Like I said, ain't gonna happen. Well, we're here, and I want to get some three way Tokyo-2rismo racing action going on, so I guess we'll just have to put up with the bitch."
 
Shinji shrugged. Asuka was likely to kick them all out, or grab a controller.
 
A fresh burst of exuberant german followed, muted by the door.
 
"Man, it really sounds like she's singing like crazy in there, like a tone deaf locust. Probably running around like a fool, too." Touji snapped his fingers. "Kensuke, you still got your camera?"
 
"Yeah, why?"
 
"Cause I want you to take a picture of the kraut as soon as we open the door. She'll be so embarrassed, it'll be great!" Touji enthused, really getting into the idea. "Come on, man, you're the camera guy. Get in there and camera!"
 
Dubiously, Shinji opened the door.
 
Kensuke reluctantly let himself be propelled forward by Touji, his camera at the ready.
 
With the door open, they could hear the higher notes of the music, and Asuka's singing came through that much clearer, though no more understandable, since it was in german.
 
"Spiel mit mir, weil wir alleine sind-" she sang throatily, and they heard a faint series of thumps.
 
"Be ready, Kensuke!" Touji hissed. They crept silently into the apartment, the small noises of their movement obscured by the music. Slowly, they came into view.
 
Asuka was dressed in a long cream nightshirt with some obscure german phrase printed on it, prancing and bumping her hips in time with the music across the floor away from them. A pair of overturned chairs lay in the floor, with another sitting upright. Her hair was dark red and wet, and they could catch glimpses of the hairbrush she held in her hand like a microphone as she waved it to one side. She bent over and flipped her hair forward wildly, bumping her butt twice to particularly strong beats. Kensuke almost fancied he could set a sliver of white at the bottom edge of the long shirt.
 
Distantly, Touji heard his friend murmur something about 'video'.
 
"Spiel mit mir!" Asuka sang, whirling as she did so and taking three running steps towards the chair. She put one foot in the seat and the other on the top edge of the backrest, using her momentum to slowly tip the chair forward, hit the floor, and drop onto her knees.
 
"Ein Spiel-"
 
She saw them, and her happy, smiling face turned to one of total shock, her hairbrush falling from nerveless fingers.
 
As the music changed, the sound of Shinji's 'Um, Asuka....' seemed impossibly loud.
 
Asuka's face darkened like an oncoming storm as the intro to the next song surged.
 
"Kensuke! Run! The kraut's gonna go blitzkrieg!" Touji yelled.
 
That broke the tableau.
 
Kensuke bolted like a frightened rabbit, but Asuka seemed to have springs in her legs as she leaped from the floor. Touji and Shinji each dove to the side, clearing the path for Kensuke's escape, but it delayed him some seconds, and Asuka hit him in the back with a flying elbow as he tried to turn the corner and run down the corridor.
 
"ACK!" he yelled as they both went down, Kensuke holding his camera stretched high over his head so he wouldn't fall on it. "Help!"
 
"Ich gehe zu bumsender totung sie!" Asuka screeched, pinning him to the ground with a forearm across the back of his neck. "Give me the camera!"
 
"Crap!" Touji yelled as he dove out the door to beat Asuka's climb to steal the camera from Kensuke's wildly waving hand. He barely got there in time, snatching the camera like a great basketball steal, but Asuka wasn't playing by those rules.
 
She planted a foot in the center of Kensuke's back and lunged again, driving the breath from the helpless boy in an 'oof', and grabbing Touji by the waist. "Damn you pervert, give me the camera!"
 
Touji laughed, staggering away and keeping his prize held out of reach. "Hah, you should have seen the-OWW! No biting, no biting! Shinji! Catch!"
 
Shinji, standing just outside the door, watching the scene, reflexively caught the tossed camera.
 
Spitting out a mouthful of Touji, Asuka threw him bodily to one side. "Shinji! I will kill you!"
 
"Wait, Asuka!" Shinji cried as she leapt for him. Panicked, he threw the camera back to the only other person still standing.
 
The camera sailed just over her head as Asuka hit him high, flipping him nearly onto his head.
 
"Oof!" Luckily, the camera fell into Touji's arms as he grabbed at the painful impact on his chest. Surprised at suddenly having it again, he froze.
 
Asuka rolled off of Shinji.
 
Touji bolted for the open door to the apartment, darting in and closing it just in time for the latch to click before Asuka reached it, and the snick of the lock was a second following.
 
Asuka pounded angrily on the door. "Verdammen sie es! Offnen sie die tur, arschloch!"
 
"Don't let her have my camera!" Kensuke added, staggering painfully to his feet. "That camera cost me a fortune!"
 
"You!" Asuka yelled, punching Kensuke in the arm. "You took pictures of me!"
 
"Oww!"
 
"And you, pervertsohn eines weibchens, you, you suck!"
 
"Oww! Asuka, it wasn't my idea!" Shinji protested, clutching his leg and rolling on the ground.
 
"And you!" she cried, yelling at the door. "I can break your arm in three places! If you don't open the damned door I'm going to call the police!" She pounded on the door with her fist again, making a hollow booming noise.
 
Somewhere in the apartment, they could hear the music shut off.
 
"Damn you, Touji! Let me in!" Asuka yelled again.
 
A faint reply came back a moment later, as if from deep in the apartment. "I'll let you in in a minute!" He sounded somewhat testy.
 
With the door locked, Asuka, Shinji, and Kensuke had little choice but to wait until Touji returned to the door. Finally, after five long minutes, Touji came back, but he didn't open the door, yet.
 
"Hey, you crazy kraut! You still there?" came the call.
 
"I'm here, arschloch," she replied angrily.
 
"Alright. I know I can't get out of here without you catching me. I know you want the video back. I'm going to open the door. I have Kensuke's camera here with me. I just want you to know, the memory stick is not in the camera any more. I've hidden it somewhere in the apartment. I've hidden it really well, but you'll probably find it eventually. If you don't, maybe I have a chance to get it back. This way, we both get a chance to get the video, and Kensuke's camera doesn't get broken in the fight. Deal?"
 
Asuka stamped her foot angrily, her hands balled into fists. "Who the hell do you think you are, trying to make deals? How do I know you're not just going to tell Shinji where it is so he can sneak it out?"
 
There was a long moment of silence behind the door. Then, finally, came a reply.
 
"Alright, that's a good point, but I'll tell you why."
 
"Well?"
 
"'Cause I don't trust Shinji with this. Either you'd beat the information out of him, or he'd start feeling guilty and give it to you or something stupid like that." His voice grew softer, and only because Asuka nearly had her forehead pressed to the door did she hear the following mutter. "I swear I think the guy is sweet on her or something."
 
Asuka glanced sharply at Shinji, who was awkwardly pretending he wasn't sneaking glances of her bare legs, but she didn't say anything.
 
"Well?" Touji asked.
 
"Give me a damned minute, I'm thinking," Asuka snapped back.
 
"Don't hurt yourself," was Touji's instant quip.
 
Asuka frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Alright, Touji. I'll let you go today. I won't break Kensuke's camera. Now open the door."
 
Touji hesitated. "Are you sure it's a deal?"
 
"Suuure. It's a deal. You know I'm going to make you pay for this, anyway. It doesn't have to be today."
 
"Ehhhh...." Before he let his better judgment override his decision, he opened the door.
 
Asuka stood calmly outside as he unlocked and opened the door. She effectively filled the doorway as she walked forward, herding him back into the apartment.
 
With Shinji and Kensuke standing nervously behind her, Asuka held her hand out silently.
 
Touji obediently handed it to her.
 
She calmly checked to see that the memory stick had indeed been removed, then handed it wordlessly to Kensuke behind her.
 
And jumped on Touji.
 
"AHHHG! Getoffame! OWW!" he yelled as she put him in an arm lock and began roughly searching him. Sitting on his back, she pulled off his shoes, gave them a quick check, and hurled them out into the hall, forcing the others to dodge hurriedly.
 
"I don't have it! I don't have it!" Touji protested, his voice rising in pain and indignation as she pantsed him, leaving him only in a loose pair of boxer shorts and his shirt. "Hey, you freak! What do you think you're doing?"
 
Asuka let him up after she stood and checked his pants.
 
"Give me back my pants!"
 
She gave him a narrowed stare. "Do some jumping jacks."
 
"What?!"
 
"You heard me. I'm not letting you leave here until I'm satisfied you don't have the disk. I'm not feeling of your shorts, so don't get your hopes up. Do some jumping jacks and I'll be satisfied you don't have it in your shorts."
 
He stared at her in astonishment.
 
She smirked at him. "What, afraid your little stick is gonna fall out?"
 
"H-hey!" Still protesting, he grudgingly did a set of twenty jumping jacks, then another, but nothing fell out.
 
Frowning, Asuka nodded and handed him his pants back. "Alright, I guess you can go. But I _will_ find it." She took a breath. "NOW GET OUT!" she cried, kicking him in the ass with her bare foot as he hopped on one leg, trying to get his pants back on. "Both of you! Out! OUT! Shinji! You stay!"
 
She gave Touji an especially hard shove as he hopped along behind Kensuke, toppling him forward into the smaller boy's back, sending them both crashing to the ground.
 
"My camera!"
 
Asuka rounded on Shinji. "So, did you enjoy the show?" she asked, deceptively sweet, though menace positively dripped from her lips.
 
Shinji sweated. "Uh, uh, you sing really well, Asuka."
 
She glared at him. "Idiot. Why did you come home and bring those two arschlochs with you?"
 
"Uh, well, we were going to go to T-"
 
"Forget it," she said, interrupting with a short chopping motion of her hand. "I don't care. But I'll let you live if you help me find it."
 
"Okay," he squeaked, wilting under her glower.
 
Nodding, Asuka put her hands on her hips, satisfied. "Okay, then you take your room. I'll take Misato's."
 
"Misato's?"
 
"That pervert's always drooling around Misato, and I bet he'd take any chance to go snooping through her stuff. And I'm a girl, so it's not weird if I go look through her underwear."
 
Shinji didn't think that was entirely correct, but he knew better than to argue. He obediently went to his room.
 
The first place he checked was beneath his mattress, having heard many stories about 'Touji's horde', which Kensuke likened to a dragon sleeping on its treasure trove, if it horded porn magazines and doujinshi. His own sole copy of 'Big Ns' was still in place, alone, so he moved on.
 
"Mein Gott in himmel!"
 
Shinji jumped, his thoughts derailed. "Asuka? Asuka?" There was no answer, so he ran for Misato's room.
 
Asuka was holding something green and cylindrical when he burst into Misato's room, surrounded by pulled out drawers filled with socks, shirts, and wadded up bits of fabric too hard to determine at first glance. One drawer of odds and ends had apparently been emptied onto the floor, and lay upside down.
 
"Eeep!" she exclaimed, shoving it back in the drawer.
 
"What's wrong?!" he asked, his heart pounding.
 
"Nothing!" she insisted, blushing.
 
"What?"
 
"Never mind!" She looked away.
 
Shinji scratched his head in confusion. "Well, okay...."
 
"Hey, I found it!" she said suddenly as he was about to turn away.
 
He watched as she picked at a black disk held to the bottom of the drawer with a strip of tape, peeling it off and inspecting it. "Clever, Touji. 'Misato's copy' indeed. He must have wrote that on the label before he stuck it in here so I'd think it was something of hers. Like she'd go through that much trouble to hide something in her own room." She made as if about to snap it in two.
 
"Wait!" Shinji protested. "What if that really is something of Misato's? You can't destroy it!"
 
Asuka frowned, but allowed he had a point. "Okay, I'll stick it in the TV and we'll see what's on there."
 
They went to the living room, Asuka popping the chip into the appropriate slot on the TV base as she turned the TV on.
 
Immediately, the standard blue menu came up, listing all the files on the card. There were half a dozen files, and slowly their icons changed to snap images from the videos they represented.
 
Asuka impulsively picked the one entitled 'reunion'.
 
Kaji and Misato appeared on screen, hugging each other tightly, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
 
Asuka staggered backwards to the couch, groping blindly for the remote. Shinji sat down as well on the other end.
 
"It's great to have you back, Kaji-kun," Misato said when they finally came up for air.
 
"It's great to _be_ back," he replied with a crooked grin at the camera as he squeezed her ass.
 
"Kaji..." Asuka murmured.
 
"I can tell," came a voice from off camera, which sounded like Doctor Akagi.
 
Kaji buried his nose in Misato's hair and started inching her skirt up higher and higher.
 
"Hey, none of that now, we're in public!" Misato protested, swatting his hand away and sliding her skirt back down. Her voice suddenly turned husky. "There's plenty of time for that... later. We've got something special planned."
 
He glanced up at the camera again. "So you and Rit-chan are still doing the klatch thing?"
 
"As if I'd ever give that up by choice. It's far too much fun, Kaji-chan," Ritsuko replied, sounding amused. "I've even got a new playtoy, and I'm willing to share. I can't wait for you to meet-"
 
Disgusted, Asuka stopped the playback. "Well, okay, I guess it was Misato's," she said sadly, looking down.
 
"I wonder why she hid it?" Shinji said aloud, staring at the screen, where the menu came back up. One of the other icons caught his eye, which was apparently of someone lying on a couch. "Welcoming Kaji home?"
 
Asuka looked back up, saw the icon, and wordlessly selected it.
 
An empty room appeared, with sparse decorations on the walls and a large, comfortable looking couch centered on screen. Someone walked into the picture from behind, and the two pilot's eyes nearly bugged out when they saw the behind of the person.
 
Maya strutted sassily to the couch, dressed in white stockings, high strappy heels, garters, and a belt with tiny, lacy white panties on over the garters. The panties were too wide to be considered a thong, but too narrow to be just regular panties. Above, she wore a tiny, extremely tight top which suggested rather than resembled a lab coat, since it barely hung down past her breasts and, as she turned to lie back on the couch, was fastened in the front with only a single button. The only thing that didn't mesh with her look of a lab assistant gone wild was the incongruous pair of fuzzy white kitty ears she wore on her head.
 
Dimly, Shinji heard Asuka gasp beside him. He glanced over as he felt the cushions move, watching her curl onto her hip away from him, pulling her knees up to her chest. He turned his head back to the screen, where Maya was stretching her arms above her head, making her 'lab coat' rise above her breasts, but even Maya's nipples weren't enough to keep him from sneaking glance after glance back at Asuka.
 
Apparently, in all the commotion, she'd forgotten that she wasn't wearing the shorts she usually put on beneath her long nightshirt when she ran around the apartment after a bath.
 
He could see the narrow strip of white cotton panty that ran between her legs, now that she was on her side and her shirt had pulled up. His mouth felt dry. His stomach felt fluttery. His pants felt too tight. His breath sounded loud in his ears.
 
"Maya-chan! Is that how you greet me?" came Ritsuko's sudden voice from the speakers, getting Shinji's attention again.
 
"Sempai!" she squealed, jumping off the couch and dashing off-screen.
 
"That's a good girl, Maya-chan," Ritsuko said warmly.
 
"I've got the camera set up and recording in the living room like you said, Sempai!"
 
"Already recording, are we? And what have you been doing for the camera?"
 
"I've been posing!"
 
"Maya-chan, you haven't been touching yourself, have you?"
 
Ritsuko walked on screen, and looked at the camera. Kaji and Misato appeared just on the edge, quietly watching the antics of the doctor and her assistant as Misato did her best to mold herself to Kaji's body.
 
"No, Sempai! You told me not to."
 
"Good girl," Ritsuko praised, stroking the girl's hair. "Maya-chan, I'd like you to meet Ryoji Kaji. He just came to us from Germany with the Second Child. Kaji, meet Maya Ibuki, my assistant."
 
"Very nice, Rit-chan. I see you've done well for yourself," Kaji murmured approvingly, stepping forward to kiss Maya's hand gallantly, with Misato still holding on to his other. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you Maya-chan?"
 
Maya giggled and blushed, twirling so Kaji could get a good look at her from all sides.
 
"Yes, you are a cute one. I've a question, though." Kaji said, "Why are your panties on over your garters? Doesn't it look better the other way?"
 
"Never mind that now, I'll show you in a minute," Misato said, stepping forward. "Maya, Ritsuko, Kaji, and I were all friends back in college."
 
Asuka let out a small noise, causing Shinji to look at her again.
 
"That's true," Ritsuko agreed. "He's the only man we ever let into our little group."
 
Kaji chuckled. "As I recall, I seduced Misato away from you, and we let you into ours."
 
Ritsuko shrugged. "Definitions change in an array of variables. What matters is that it remains an array, right Maya-chan?"
 
"Yes, Sempai! May I ask a question, Sempai?" She held her hands together beneath her chin, doing her best to look adorable.
 
"Yes, Maya. What is it?"
 
"What is your plan for tonight? I've been just as curious as a kitty, nya, but you wouldn't tell me." She made a little pawing motion in the air.
 
Ritsuko's grin could be seen even at the focal distance the camera was set at. "Why, Maya-chan, this is a homecoming party for Kaji-kun. And at every party, you need presents. Tonight, we're going to pass you around like a party favor."
 
Maya gasped.
 
Misato finally let go of Kaji's hand and grabbed Maya's shoulders, holding her still. "Kaji, you asked about the panties, right? Well, here's why they go on the outside." So saying, she ran her hands in a caress down Maya's lithe body, grabbed the side of her panties, and quickly pulled them down all the way to her feet, where she obediently stepped out of them.
 
"You can't do that with them underneath," she said with a grin back at Kaji.
 
"Come now, Maya-chan. Kaji's been here ten whole minutes and no one's gotten fucked yet. Bend over the couch."
 
"Sempai!"
 
"Damn it's good to be back," Kaji said as he started unbuckling his pants.
 
Just as Kaji was about to take his shorts off, the screen went blank, with the menu coming back up after a few seconds. Asuka's breathing seemed ragged to Shinji as she quickly selected a different icon. 'RP', this one said.
 
Misato appeared on screen in what appeared to be one of the medical offices at NERV, wearing a bright red plugsuit and a set of red neural plugs in her hair, which, fitting with the theme, had apparently been dyed red.
 
Asuka and Shinji goggled wide-eyed at the image.
 
The plugsuit, though originally designed for Asuka, who was shorter, fit Misato well. Shinji remembered how it contracted to fit any body shape, though he had to admit, Misato looked better in Asuka's plugsuit than he had.
 
Kaji stood beside her, dressed in a blue and white plugsuit with '01' written on the chest. The plugsuit was baggy on him, but as they watched he hit the button and the suit shrank around him with the hiss of escaping air, leaving it tightly defining his broad, muscular chest and rugged features.
 
Asuka shifted, uncomfortably aware of exactly how handsome Kaji looked and how it affected her.
 
"Hey, 'Asuka'. This is exactly the sort of thing I'm supposed to be investigating, you know," Kaji murmured as he slid behind Misato and cupped her plugsuit clad breasts. Misato stretched her arms over her head languidly and caressed Kaji's neck from below, her hands playing idly with the grey neural units in his own hair.
 
"What is, Kaji?" Ritsuko asked as she came on screen, dressed in her lab coat, followed by Maya, who was dressed in a white plugsuit. Her short hair, likewise dyed the same shade as the first child, made her into a passable 'Rei', but she was shimmying and hugging Ritsuko's arm far too much to be an accurate portrayal.
 
"Misuse of appropriated funds and materials, fraternization among the ranks, stealing classified NERV materials just to act out your sick fantasies, the list goes on." Despite his apparent condemnation, he was smiling. "Frankly, I'm surprised Ikari hasn't found out."
 
"Oh, he knows," Ritsuko replied with a negligent wave. "But he won't say anything."
 
Kaji appeared nonplussed. "Really? He knows? And he approves?"
 
Ritsuko laughed. "Well, I wouldn't say 'approves', exactly, but he won't protest. I've got the same thing over on him, ever since I caught him treating one of the human instrumentality completion tanks like a jar of pickled eggs." She shook her head in amusement. "That man misses his wife entirely too much."
 
"What?" Shinji found himself saying out loud. Asuka looked at him, then back at the screen.
 
"Shinjiiii, how do you like my outfit?" Misato said as she slipped out of Kaji's arms and twirled. "Pay attention to me, praise me, or I'll," she punched him in the arm, "beat the crap out of you, you idiot!"
 
Kaji laughed and rubbed his arm. "There's the Asuka I know and love. You look great, Misato. A little too good, actually, I'm kinda tempted to hang around and see what Asuka looks like when she grows up."
 
Asuka made a strangled sound deep in her throat and rubbed her legs together.
 
"You mean she's not cute now? You know, I bet we could get her in this now. Tell her it's good for her synch ratio or something," Misato replied.
 
Kaji laughed, then bent over slightly and slipped his hand between 'Asuka's' plugsuit clad legs. Misato groaned, wrapped both arms around his hand, and leaned over to put her chin on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
 
"No, no, I might actually would have taken advantage of her crush before now, except for one thing."
 
"You mean the fact that she's less than half your age?" 'Rei' asked curiously.
 
"That wolf there wouldn't mind. Don't let him fool you, Rei-chan, he's as bent as they come."
 
Kaji chuckled and scratched the back of his head with his free hand, even as Misato ground herself on his other. "Only because I had your fine example to follow, Rit-chan. And Germany was awfully lonely. But no, Asuka-chan's just too straight-laced. She'd just call me a pervert if I tried to do something like this to her, the way she does every time she thinks Shinji-kun is attracted to her."
 
"No I wouldn't," Asuka protested, so quietly it was barely audible.
 
"I mean, she's fourteen now, and I know she's still a virgin. How many people had you slept with by the age of fourteen, Misato-chan?"
 
Misato tore herself away from his marvelous fingers, flushed and breathing heavily. "I don't remember."
 
"Well, I'm sure you can enjoy yourself with this Asuka, Shinji-kun. It'll be good for you, you're entirely too repressed." Ritsuko shook a finger at him. "Remember that. Repressed."
 
'Shinji' dropped his arms and slumped slightly. "Uh, yes."
 
"Right. Now this is an examination, so Rei, Shinji, you wait your turn on those stools," she said, pointing.
 
"Yeah, Wonder Girl, wait your turn," 'Asuka' said with a smug grin, sticking out her tongue.
 
The real Asuka gritted her teeth and cursed softly to herself. "I'm not like that, you freaks."
 
"Okay, Asuka-chan, get undressed and get on the examination table."
 
"Whaaat?! I'm not going to take off my clothes with that stupid pervert here!" she replied, pointing a shaking finger at Kaji.
 
Ritsuko shook her head. "Pilot Soryu, that is an order. If you continue to disobey orders, I'll have to note it down in your permanent record. We might even have to give you some administrative punishment."
 
'Asuka' stomped her foot indignantly. "Administrative punishment? What, are you going to make me stay after school or something, you old hag? There's no way I'm undressing for the benefit of that letch!"
 
"Rei! Shinji!" Ritsuko barked. "Assist me in subduing pilot Soryu!"
 
Maya quickly got to her feet. "Yes."
 
"Uh, I don't know, I could leave or something," 'Shinji' replied hesitantly, easing off of his stool towards the door.
 
"Shinji! Sit down!"
 
Kaji sat.
 
"Hey, wait, what is this?! Let go of me!" 'Asuka' protested as the two of them wrestled her into a position bent over the examination table.
 
"And this is your administrative punishment!" Ritsuko cried as she began enthusiastically slapping Misato on the ass.
 
"Perverts!" Asuka breathed, squirming uncomfortably on the couch.
 
Shinji agreed, but he now sported wood at watching 'Asuka's' punishment, and didn't say anything. He glanced at Asuka's ass, and his vision seemed to dim and focus at the same time. Her squirming had pulled her panties extremely tight against her flesh, outlining everything in stark detail, and one side of the cloth covering her bottom had pulled into her crack, leaving the smooth pale skin of her upper ass cheek uncovered. He pressed his elbows down over his tented pants and hunched forward, lest she notice.
 
"Oww! Hey! OWW! Okay! OKAY! I'll get undressed! Please stop spanking me!" 'Asuka' cried.
 
Giving her pert red rear a quick final slap, Ritsuko allowed her to stand up and rub her sore ass gingerly. "Now, Pilot, strip."
 
"O-okay." Her fire diminished, 'Asuka' peeled the plugsuit from her body and stood before them self-consciously, covering her breasts and hairless pubic region with her hand and forearm, and at Doctor Ritsuko's direction, sat on the examination table.
 
Ritsuko pseudo-scientifically poked and prodded her with gloved hands, making 'Asuka' giggle and squirm under her ministrations.
 
"I've seen from your charts that your synch ratio is dropping, isn't it, pilot Soryu?"
 
"I'm still better than Shinji!" she protested.
 
Ritsuko nodded. "But not by much, not anymore. And Rei's synch ratio is clearly higher. Do you want to know why?"
 
'Asuka' nodded.
 
"Because I'm running a new experimental synch ratio increasing program. I call it the Pilot Gestalt Program." Seeing her puzzled look, she explained. "The program increases the synch ratio by fostering a sense of belonging and a mutual affinity between the elements of you pilots which allow you to pilot EVA."
 
"How do I do it, then? I'll do anything to be better than Wonder Girl over there!" she proclaimed.
 
"You may get your wish," Ritsuko replied with an evil grin. "You'll be the first to get the benefit of both your fellow pilot's gestalt. I've already tried it with Shinji and Rei, and it has shown some startling results."
 
'Asuka' leaned forwards, clearly hanging on every word.
 
Ritsuko smiled, drawing out the moment.
 
"Tell me!"
 
"You have to have sexual intercourse with both your fellow pilots. At the same time."
 
"Whaaaat?!"
 
Ritsuko nodded, grinning like crazy.
 
"Dr. Akagi is a pervert," Asuka said aloud, as if it was a sudden revelation.
 
"You have to do it, or your synch ratio will keep dropping to the point we won't even let you near Eva."
 
'Asuka' gasped.
 
The real Asuka snorted in surprised disdain.
 
"O-okay, I'll do it."
 
At Ritsuko's direction, 'Rei and 'Shinji' took off their plugsuits and approached.
 
"But she's a girl!" 'Asuka' protested.
 
"Not a problem. Rei, put on the 'entry plug'."
 
"Ack!" 'Asuka' exclaimed.
 
Asuka echoed it a moment later as 'Rei' pulled a strap on penis out of a drawer and put it on.
 
At Ritsuko's direction, 'Rei' climbed onto the table and lay on her back, her blue plastic cock pointing at the ceiling.
 
"Now you get on there, Asuka."
 
'Asuka' bit her lip cutely. "Well, okay, if it'll improve my piloting. But be gentle, it's my first time." She climbed up and stood on either side of 'Rei's' hips. The camera was positioned for a perfect rear shot as her shapely behind lowered, her sex blushed dark and gaping.
 
Ritsuko rubbed some lubricant over the plastic cock with her gloved hand, then personally guided it into 'Asuka's' cunt.
 
"Ooohhh, Rei-chan." She began to rock back and forth, gently at first, then with increasing speed, the stiff plastic stretching her obscenely.
 
"Oh," Asuka said with a soft sound, fidgeting, unconsciously rubbing her legs together as she watched 'herself' bounce on the artificial cock. She rode 'Rei' hard, while 'Rei' just lay there.
 
"Damn, Rei, you need to show some enthusiasm sometimes," Ritsuko complained.
 
"Sempai? Am I doing it wrong?" Maya asked, sitting up slightly.
 
Ritsuko shook her head. "No, no, you're in perfect character, I'm sorry. I just want to grab Rei, shake her, and say that sometimes. I'm sorry, I apologize. Carry on."
 
"Yes." Allowing her eyes to go dead and uninterested again, 'Rei' lay back down.
 
"Shinji, you're up."
 
"I mustn't run away, I mustn't run away," 'Shinji' muttered as he slowly stood.
 
"Damn it! I said that one time!" Shinji cried suddenly as he jumped to his feet, startling the hell out of Asuka. "One time! And they never let you forg- am I really doing that to you?" His tirade interrupted, he sat back down heavily.
 
Asuka squeaked in a mixture of indignation and surprise.
 
'Shinji' had awkwardly climbed onto the table to kneel behind 'Asuka', and Ritsuko had abandoned her hands on direction to get the camera and start filming close ups of him rubbing lube on himself.
 
Asuka's mouth went dry at the sight of Kaji's long, hard manhood, and one hand unconsciously found its way between her legs.
 
"Hey, idiot! There's no place left!" 'Asuka' yelled, trying to escape forward, but finding herself held in place by 'Rei'.
 
"Do it, Shinji! You know you want to!"
 
"Idiot! Spineless Shinji! I'll kick your ass if you touch me!"
 
'Shinji' gave Ritsuko, and hence the camera a wry look. "Actually, at this point I kinda wanna stick it in her mouth to shut her up. I bet that's what Shinji is really thinking most of the time."
 
'I am now,' Shinji thought, but wisely didn't admit to it out loud.
 
"The Pilot Gestalt Program doesn't work that way. Stick it in."
 
'Shinji' shrugged and positioned himself carefully.
 
"Hey!" 'Asuka' screeched indignantly. "Don't do that, that's my-"
 
'Shinji' pressed forward, hard.
 
"Arschloch!"
 
Asuka jerked, hard, forcing Shinji to tear his eyes away from the sight of 'his' penis slowly disappearing into the tight brown ring of the redheaded girl on screen.
 
Asuka had her hand resting over the front of her panties, but it moved slightly every few moments, usually at the same time as Asuka had a whole body involuntary twitch. He pressed hard against his hard on, not to conceal, not anymore, but because it felt good.
 
"Ohhhhh god that's good," 'Asuka' said with a shuddering moan as both 'Rei' and 'Shinji' buried themselves to the hilt inside her. She held that position for a moment, letting her body stretch to accommodate the two intruders, then slid forward along 'Rei's' taught stomach, making both of her lover's withdraw at the same time. Then she slowly started sliding back.
 
'Shinji', impatient, grabbed her hair, set his heels, and thrust forward, hard.
 
"UHH! UH!" 'Asuka' groaned, the second being where 'Rei' had levered herself into her from below.
 
Shinji pressed on his erection, hard, swallowing convulsively at his parched throat. Beside him, Asuka was mesmerized by her double's perverted actions with the first child, eww, but also with Shinji. Or Kaji. Shinji/Kaji was fucking her hard, making her cry out and drool on the first child's face, which the camera gleefully caught, panning from the strand of saliva hanging from her open, panting red lips down to where 'Rei' opened her mouth and slurped it in.
 
"Haaah hannnnn," 'Asuka' moaned under the brutal double assault.
 
"Amazing," Shinji breathed, grabbing his dick tightly in his fist through his pants. There was nothing like this in his 'Big Ns' magazine.
 
"Mmmmnnng." Asuka pressed a single finger into her slit, heedless of the cloth which pressed into her sensitive flesh, lost in the action 'she' was doing on screen.
 
'Asuka' was pounded mercilessly, flesh slapping on flesh, 'Shinji's' balls bouncing off the plastic of 'Rei's' strap-on where it disappeared into her cunt.
 
"Ich fuuuuu.... Ich fuuuhhllleee...!" Asuka cried, her hips bucking uncontrollably back and forth. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, her eyes screwed shut and her back arching, her whole body tense and rigid as she came.
 
A dark wet stain spread across Shinji's pants a moment later, his libido overwhelmed just by being near Asuka's orgasm. Stars filled his eyes from the intensity of it. He'd barely touched himself.
 
And still 'Shinji' buggered 'Asuka' as she bucked on 'Rei's' plastic cock. Shinji's erection never left.
 
On screen, 'Asuka finally had all she could take, and she screamed out, loud and long, wailing her pleasure and flailing her hands at the padding on the table as she came violently, her pussy pulsing and contracting around the toy embedded in it.
 
His mind floating on post orgasm lucidity, Shinji thought, 'Well, I know they got that part wrong,' as he glanced at Asuka beside him, her body still stiff.
 
"I'm about to come as well," 'Shinji' announced, his strokes getting longer and faster, his rhythm perfect as he withdrew all but just enough to stay in 'Asuka', then burying himself balls deep a second later with the loud slap of flesh on flesh.
 
Then he was twitching and jerking, not even able to pull out, his coordination gone as he attempted to drive even more of himself in.
 
Finally, exhausted, he slumped over her back and sank back on his heels, withdrawing with a wet sucking sound.
 
"Move so the camera can see," Ritsuko said eagerly.
 
Kaji gave the camera a cross look. "I'm tired, alright? Give me a moment, shit." But he slid off the table.
 
Ritsuko zoomed in on the bubble of his come seeping from Misato's anus, then handed the camera to Kaji. "Hey, get a shot of this."
 
The screen lurched sickeningly as he took it, then refocused on Ritsuko's face as she leaned in and greedily licked Misato clean.
 
"Ahhh, Rit-chan, you do know how to make a girl feel special," Misato said with a sigh.
 
"Wow, Katsuragi-san," Maya said from beneath her, staring at the older woman with admiring eyes, her 'Rei' persona forgotten. "I was crying by the time he was done with me that first night. How did you learn to take it in the ass like that?"
 
Misato gave her a mischievous smile, even as she pressed back into Ritsuko's tongue as it cleaned Kaji's come from her. "Alimentary, my dear Maya-chan. Alimentary."
 
Ritsuko raised her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Don't start that now, Misato," she warned with a soft slap to her ass.
 
Misato gave her a guilty smile over her shoulder.
 
Ritsuko clapped her hands together. "Alright, we've still got time for the next scene. Who wants to be the star this time?"
 
"Oooh, I do!" Maya burbled excitedly.
 
The screen faded to black with a white line across it in an instant. Asuka had clicked the remote.
 
 
xXxXxXx
 
 
The next day was a blur of uncomfortable erections, awkward moments, and a strangely silent Asuka, who spoke only when spoken to, and had a tendency to stare off into space at awkward moments.
 
Perhaps, she, like him, was still reliving 'their' adventures on the television.
 
Shinji smiled. If anyone had asked who he'd like to have play him in a movie about his life, he would have said 'Kaji'. The older man was so cool, and it was obvious that everyone liked him. Shinji liked the idea of being liked.
 
He had a big dick, too, and if Shinji was going to watch 'himself' on TV, he might as well be hung.
 
And with Misato, and Dr. Akagi, and Ibuki-san having sex with 'him' and each other, and Asuka playing with herself on the couch beside him...
 
"Shinji! Shinji! Wake up, man!"
 
"Huh?" He looked around wildly.
 
Kensuke waved a hand in front of his face as Touji stared at him oddly.
 
"Shinji, are you with us?" Kensuke asked.
 
"Yeah, man, you've been spacin' out all day! You're missing the girl's practice! What gives, man?"
 
Shinji shook his head violently. "Nothing, I was just... thinking." He looked around, spotting the girls standing or sitting by the pool, waiting their turn in the water. He saw Rei, but... "Hey, where's Asuka?"
 
Touji scowled. "Why, what does it matter?"
 
Shinji thought about it a moment. "Um, I just wanted to see her in a swimsuit."
 
"I can tell. You might want to get a book or something," Touji replied with a meaningful nod.
 
"Huh?" He glanced down. His shorts were proudly, if modestly, tented out. "Eep!" he cried, sitting and hugging his knees to his chest.
 
"If you're looking for Asuka, I think I saw her heading back to the teacher's room," Kensuke supplied helpfully.
 
"The teacher's room?" Shinji asked, surprised. "Why would she go there?"
 
Kensuke shrugged.
 
A number of reasons sprang to mind, none of them good. "Uhhh, I've gotta go talk to her." He stood and began a slightly hunched over run, the better to disguise his erection.
 
A bunch of his classmates laughed as he ran by.
 
Kensuke shook his head. "I wonder what that was all about."
 
Touji nodded. "Yeah, and that run ain't fooling anyone."
 
Shinji, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment, ran through the last of his giggling classmates and entered the building.
 
It was a short run through the building to the teacher's lounge, where their sensei would most likely be eating lunch. He heard them before he saw them, though, as he neared the final corner to the hall.
 
"So what did you want to talk about, Soryu-kun? And why do we have to do it out here?"
 
That was their sensei, a bland but inoffensive man whom even Shinji thought needed to loosen up a bit.
 
'She must have just found him,' Shinji thought, hanging back silently, hoping they hadn't heard his approach.
 
"Sensei, I have a question, and I don't know who else to ask. Everyone else I know is either involved, or too young, or too stupid."
 
"Certainly, Soryu-kun, I'd be happy to answer any questions you might have."
 
'Here it comes,' Shinji thought. 'She's going to tell everyone what we saw last night.'
 
"Sensei," and here Asuka hesitated for the first time. "Sensei... do you spend all your time thinking about sex? I mean, are all adults really perverts?" The last part came out all at a rush.
 
"Why, what have you heard?" he replied quickly. Too quickly.
 
Shinji nearly fell over.
 
There was a long pause he could only assume was Asuka staring in shock at their sensei.
 
"I mean, Soryu-kun, what brings up this topic? I can only assume you must have come across some adult, some role model in your life engaged in sexual activity?" He sounded flustered, guilty.
 
Another pause.
 
"Well, I can assure you that it is simply a wonderful and natural part of being an adult, which, in these tempestuous years of puberty that you are going through, I'm sure must be confusing, even repulsive to you. I'm sure our library has some reference material that can explain what's happening-"
 
"What? What does puberty have to do with this?" Asuka cried indignantly.
 
"Well, your figure is filling out nicely. Subcutaneous fat is being deposited around your hips, giving them a womanly swell, and in your young, budding breasts-"
 
"I know what puberty is!"
 
Shinji fancied he heard a note of desperation in her voice. There was another awkward pause.
 
"Uh, well, if it's advanced techniques you want to know about, I suppose I can give you some good websites...?"
 
"All adults are perverts!"
 
"It's not perverted if everyone else is doing it," their teacher replied defensively. "Why, I happen to know that Suzumiya-san in 4-B likes-"
 
"Idon'twannahearanymoreAAAAAHH!"
 
Shinji flattened himself to the wall as she ran by screaming.
 
The strange thing was, Sensei actually made a compelling argument.
 
Or maybe he just still had the image of Asuka's little white panties in his head.
 
 
xXxXxXx
 
 
He almost didn't go home. The rest of the school day had been... uncomfortable. Especially since Asuka had become 'ill' and spent the time in the infirmary.
 
But what the hell, right? He could go home and read Big Ns again.
 
He didn't know how she'd done it, but Asuka had beaten him home, apparently by a good bit of time. He knew that, because she was on the couch, dressed in a black dress quite a bit too big for her, with Misato's red dress jacket on over the top, which actually went well with her still red hair. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, again, showing off her black pantyhose, but he couldn't see beneath her dress. He found himself unconsciously easing around to an angle that might let him.
 
"Shinjiiii, how do you like my outfit?" came the sound from the TV.
 
"I've already watched Kaji's homecoming. All of it." She seemed a bit flushed and sweaty, though maybe that was from running home or something.
 
"Uhh..." he replied cleverly. "Are you okay?"
 
She didn't take her eyes from the screen. "I'm fine. Just a little surprised, I guess."
 
"Sensei said-"
 
"So you talked to him too, huh? What'd the old pervert tell you?"
 
"Uh..." he said, trying to think of something that wouldn't make it seem like he'd eavesdropped. The truth was, he hadn't talked to their teacher at all, but he needed to make up something to make it seem like he had. "That it was just a part of being an adult, and it was a beautiful thing to share with someone you really cared for."
 
She nodded. "Pretty much the same thing he told me."
 
"And how it wasn't perverted because everyone else was already doing the same thing, and how those feelings were natural," he added, warming to his subject.
 
"There's something wrong with that logic," she noted.
 
"I mean, she's fourteen now, and I know she's still a virgin."
 
Asuka winced at Kaji's comments on TV.
 
"And how really everyone gets an erection watching the girls swim,"
 
"Eww," Asuka noted without real feeling.
 
"and it's really okay to touch myself,"
 
"Too much information, Shinji."
 
"and how everyone puts their finger _there_ once in a while-"
 
"ENOUGH, Shinji, fluch," she finally cried, exasperated.
 
He scratched the back of his head, blushing. "Sorry. He, uh, had a lot to say."
 
"Well, I'm sure you can enjoy yourself with this Asuka, Shinji-kun. It'll be good for you, you're entirely too repressed."
 
They both looked at the TV.
 
"So I've made a decision," she began, back to her calm, conversational voice.
 
He looked at her, waiting.
 
"I've decided that I'm not a little girl. It's my decision to make, and I decide to be an adult."
 
He nodded awkwardly, unsure what she was saying.
 
"I've decided it's your lucky day, Shinji. I'm not Misato, and you're definitely no Kaji, and there's no way in hell we're bringing Rei into this..." She stood up. "Kaji, welcome home." She took off the red jacket.
 
"Whaaat?! I'm not going to take off my clothes with that stupid pervert here!"
 
"Whaaat?" he replied, his brain locking up. A part of him had been expecting to come home, find a quiet spot, and masturbate for a while. That part was pretty excited. The other, more dominant part, couldn't believe his eyes.
 
"You're Kaji, remember? He's tall, and confident, and handsome. Everything you're not, basically, so just do the opposite of whatever it is you do do, Shinji." She was balancing gracefully on one foot, pulling her pantyhose down. "Just take off your clothes and get on the couch. I couldn't find anything like Kaji's, anyway."
 
"Shinji! Sit down!" said the TV.
 
With nerveless, shaking fingers, Shinji began doing as he was told, which took several minutes, because it took him three tries to pull down his zipper.
 
"You have to have sexual intercourse with both your fellow pilots."
 
"I've been watching this since I got home," Asuka said, and now there was some excitement in her voice, a hushed, breathy quality, though she hadn't undressed any more. "It's put me in a very weird place."
 
Shinji goggled at her. He still had his boxers on, though they did little to conceal his excitement.
 
"Take them off, Kaji-kun," she said, and her voice was higher than normal. "I... I want to see it."
 
"Asuka..."
 
"Misato! You have to call me Misato, or it won't work!" she cried suddenly, balling her hands into fists.
 
"Uh, yes, Misato-san-"
 
"Chan!"
 
"M-Misato-chan. You l-look really good in that dress. It's my favorite."
 
Instantly, she smiled, then impulsively twirled, causing the hem of the dress to flare out alluringly. She stopped and wagged a finger at him. "Now Kaji-kun, the courtship is over. Let's skip to the fun part."
 
Nodding, and gulping, 'Kaji' pushed his underwear down in one swift motion and stepped out of it.
 
"Shinji, you're up."
 
'Misato' admired him for a moment, then pushed him back onto the couch, making him lie lengthways as she climbed on top.
 
For a moment they stared at each other awkwardly, then 'Misato' went for a kiss and stopped, and 'Kaji' tried to meet her and stopped... and then their mouths were on each other like fire, her tongue pushing insistently between his lips, him trying to push her tongue back out, so they wrestled back and forth, leaving their faces buzzing from the heady rush of it all.
 
"Do it, Shinji! You know you want to!"
 
'Kaji' hesitantly put his hands on her sides, then, emboldened by his progress, slowly moved them up, over her dress, to cup and gently squeeze her small breasts.
 
'Misato' moaned, then bit him on the lip when he pinched too hard.
 
"Oww!"
 
"Be gentle, arschloch! They're attached, you know," she admonished, nuzzling into the hollow of his throat as she took each of his hands in her own, guiding him on a gentler exploration of her cleavage.
 
He surprised her, though, when he suddenly licked the outer rim of her ear.
 
"Eeek! Kaji, don't do that!" 'Misato' cried as she quickly sat up, pushing her hands painfully against his skinny chest. She sat there for a moment, breathing heavily, using one hand to pull a few errant strands of tousled red hair out of her face and pin them behind an ear. She grinned down at him.
 
Surprised, he grinned back. This was fun. Kaji was so much better than being himself. All the girls wanted Kaji. Kaji always knew what to do.
 
'Kaji' put his hands on 'Misato's' knees, right beneath the hem of the short dress, and began teasingly sliding them up her smooth, silky thighs.
 
"Oh!" she gasped, rocking backwards away from his tickling hands, then sliding back forward when she realized that the hard thing which pressed into her from below was his cock, painfully erect. She began pulling her clothes up around her. Her dress was like liquid silk as it slid across his erection, until finally there was no more, and she had bunched the material up around her stomach, showing her pert little navel, and down below, a wispy patch of dark, curly red hair.
 
He stared in astonishment, never having thought she wouldn't be wearing panties. "Wow, M-Misato-c-chan," he stuttered in awe, barely able to remember her name. "You're beautiful."
 
She dimpled and raised the dress higher. "Aww, Kaji-kun, you say the sweetest things." Holding the dress up, she fished beneath her with the other hand, and 'Kaji' nearly lost it right there when she grabbed him.
 
"Oh!"
 
"Easy there, Kaji-kun, we don't want it over too soon." 'Misato' carefully lined it up, then, before she thought better of it, impaled herself on it.
 
"Ohhhhh god that's good," 'Asuka' squealed on the TV.
 
"!" went 'Misato's' wordless cry of pain as her whole body locked up and her hand convulsed so hard she scratched her own stomach.
 
"Misato!" 'Kaji' cried as he arched his back upwards in pleasure.
 
One moment, one motion, and virgin no more.
 
"Gnnnunh," she moaned, moving her hips upward, her whole body shaking. "I... can... do... this...!" Slowly, her eyes opened, and she looked not at her couch mate, but at the TV, where Misato was being relentlessly pounded by two people.
 
Slowly, much to 'Kaji's' delight, she began to pump her hips, biting the bottom of her lip in concentration.
 
It helped when he leaned up and put his arms around her back. It helped more when he kissed her stomach beneath the dress, right below her bra, which she still wore. It really helped when she slid one hand down and put a finger in her cleft, finding that one spot and _pressing_...
 
"OH!"
 
She moved faster, squashing his balls painfully on the bounce, but he didn't mind. She was so warm and wet despite the painful entry, gripping him better than he ever could himself, her folds molding around his cock, making it swell tight and hard.
 
"Kaji-unh, I've I've been wat-ching this video and touuuucching my-self-unh, d-does that turn you-uh on?"
 
She knew his response by the way she felt his nose and lips vigorously slide up and down her stomach. "Ohhh God I'm so HOT, UNGH!" She bounced harder, nearly coming off him at the top, and it hurt a little when the angle wasn't right for coming back down, but still she didn't stop. Misato could do it, she was Misato, and Kaji felt goooood, despite it all.
 
"Ah, ah-nnn!" she cried, stiffening, throwing her head back, fingers trying to clutch at the head below her breasts but finding no purchase in the short hair.
 
The TV wailed in pleasure.
 
She convulsed, her hips squeezing together for all they were worth, her knuckles white with the pressure as her nails bit into her palms.
 
'Kaji' was close, so close, but she wasn't moving any more, and he was so, so close. He threw himself backwards on the couch, hitting his head on the armrest so hard he saw stars, but that didn't stop him from using every ounce of strength in his body to thrust upwards with his hips.
 
She did little but bounce an inch or so, but their flesh gave under the pressure so he got a precious few centimeters of extra penetration, and he did it again, and again, and again, his body tripping into the convulsive thrusts of orgasm and then there was pressure...
 
"UHHHHhhhhh," he grunted as something burned and pulsed and then there was stream after stream of come splashing her insides even as he bucked and writhed beneath her.
 
Kaji continued to pound Misato on screen, and would for another five or six minutes, but for the moment Asuka and Shinji only had each other as she collapsed onto his chest, still pressed together, her bare stomach sliding over his.
 
A number of scathing insults sprang to her tongue. Kaji would have lasted longer than that. If she hadn't spent the past hour getting herself extremely hot and bothered, she wouldn't have gotten hers. Kaji wouldn't make stupid expressions like that.
 
"Asuka-chan," he gasped, reaching up and, for some reason, petting her hair with one hand.
 
Oh, well.
 
She kissed him.
 
 
xXxXxXx
 
 
"Wow, Asuka, your synch scores have really improved lately," Ritsuko said, sounding extremely impressed as she walked up, studying a clipboard in her hands. "Shinji is doing really well, but this... this is amazing."
 
"I'm sure it's due to our fabulous doctor, or something," Asuka replied dryly.
 
Ritsuko glanced at her sharply. Asuka had been showing a real attitude lately, and she had no idea why. "Well, if it's something new you're doing, why don't you show Rei? She needs the help."
 
Asuka and Shinji stared at her in horror. Rei just stared.
 
Ritsuko blinked back at them, astonished. "What, what did I say?"