Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Practice ❯ Shimano Motowa ( Chapter 1 )

“Mr. Akagawa?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I'm going to go use the practice room.”

 

“Hmm? Oh, right, sure.”

 

It was with relief that Ikari Shinji left his seat and made his way to the set of adjoining rooms. His normal Strings teacher was going under the knife for a knee problem. His replacement left the class doomed to do nothing but watch movies for two weeks. Shinji could see no point in sitting around when there was an opportunity to hone his cello-playing skills — it was the point of the class, for crying out loud. So instead, he made use of the practice rooms. It wasn't exactly time spent with a qualified instructor, but it was better than — at this point — literally nothing.

 

As he walked, he heard a noise coming from the second room, the door of which was ajar. He looked in, and found that the sound was coming from the ventilation shafts connecting the three rooms together. The practice rooms had been properly soundproofed, but the ventilation shafts weren't, a design flaw that Shinji dearly hoped someone got fired for.

 

Shinji stepped into the last practice room. He flipped the light switch, and was completely caught off guard by someone masturbating, moaning “Ohh... yesss...” right in front of him.

 

He wanted to slink away without looking at the decidedly female owner of that voice, and pretend nothing had happened. he instead found that he had no ability, nor desire, to stop himself.

 

The sight that he saw was magnificent. A girl about the same age as Shinji sat on one of the three chairs in the room, nude, reclined as best she could and with her legs spread wide. Her right hand was running all over her body while her left was busy between her legs. The look on her face — eyes squeezed shut, and apparently oblivious to Shinji's presence in the room — betrayed the fact that she was close to coming, and she let out another soft moan to reinforce this fact.

 

His rational side desperately wanted to give this girl the privacy she probably wanted, but that part of his brain was no longer in control of his motor functions. He could only stare at the girl as she pleasured herself.

 

Barely a minute passed before the girl's orgasm hit her and her back arched, mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. She froze up like Shinji, and her breath caught. This tableau lasted for about ten seconds, neither person breathing or moving.

 

Finally the girl relaxed and slumped over, resting her elbows on her knees. After a moment to allow herself to return from her peak, her eyes fluttered open... and immediately came to rest on a pair of shoes on the ground. She followed the shoes up to the body they were attached to, and Shinji smiled weakly at her. “Um, hi.”

 

He was momentarily deafened by her scream.

 

“Shh! Do you want to get caught?!” He said in a rush before she could take in enough breath to scream again. Said breath got caught in her throat as she realized what she just did.

 

“Oh, shit. Your teacher's probably coming, too...” She said in a `what-do-I-do' kind of voice, looking over Shinji's shoulder.

 

“He's not the only one...” Shinji mumbled to himself before turning and glancing over his shoulder. The door to the music room was opening. “Stay under the window and out of sight.” He said as he closed the door to the practice room and met his teacher halfway down the hall.

 

“Did you hear that?” Mr. Akagawa asked.

 

“Yeah, I did. Do you know where it came from?” Shinji replied.

 

Mr. Akagawa stopped when he reached Shinji. “Could have been in the next room, but it should be empty this period. I'm going to go check it out.”

 

“Alright, sir. Be careful.”

 

Mr. Akagawa spun on his heels and walked off to address the non-existent problem, and Shinji mentally wished he could have a few minutes with the guy who didn't soundproof the ventilation shafts before going back to the practice room, where the girl was already dressing. “The teacher's gone, for now.” Shinji said.

 

“Thanks.” The girl said as she pulled a creamy yellow shirt on over her lavender bra, the last piece of clothing to go on her body. “Listen, I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean to... I mean I was...”

 

Shinji just shook his head. “Don't worry about it.”

 

An awkward pause followed. Shinji felt like he had to say something more. “I won't tell anyone.”

 

“Um, good. I mean, thank you.” She paused for about five seconds, then asked “How long were you watching me?” She didn't sound angry or embarrassed, exactly, just curious.

 

“Uh, a minute, maybe.” Shinji admitted sheepishly, finally starting to blush. “I wanted to leave before you noticed me, but... I kind of lost control of myself. I couldn't help it.”

 

“Hey, no problem. I didn't even notice you until after I was, uh, finished, so I guess that's understandable. And I can relate to, uh, not being able to control myself.” Shinji, despite his blush deepening, laughed. “Um, I'm Motowa Shimano.” She extended her left hand out to Shinji. “Er—” She blushed slightly as she brought that hand back and extended her right hand.

 

“I don't mind.” Shinji said, surprising even himself and making Motowa laugh.

 

He shook Motowa's right hand. It was very soft. For some reason, Shinji remembered a passage from Romeo and Juliet, and it recited in his mind: O were I a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek. He glanced out the window and saw Mr. Akagawa coming back. “The teacher's on his way back.”

 

“Oh, um, then you better leave and meet him again.” Motowa said. “Don't worry about how I get out of here... I've, uh, done this before.”

 

“Okay.” Shinji said, trying not to focus too hard on what `this' referred to, lest he have to explain to Mr. Akagawa why he was so happy to see him. “Did you find out what the problem was?” He asked the teacher as he flicked off the light in the practice room and walked down the hallway.

 

“No, whoever it was must have left.” Mr. Akagawa replied as he strode past Shinji to the practice room, keys in hand.

 

“Uh, sir? Why are you locking the door?”

 

“It's the end of Last Period, Shinji, nobody else is going to be using this room until Monday.”

 

It felt like a rock had settled in Shinji's stomach. “Oh... right, right.”

 

I hope she can pick locks, or she's got a long, boring wait until tomorrow... no, wait, it's Friday! She's going to be in there for three days!

 

Despite his worries, Shinji could see nothing that he could do to get Motowa out of the practice room before Monday. He didn't have a key.