Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Problem Child ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: First chapter. Look it up.

Author notes: This seems to be taking over my writing for now so I'm just going to let it burn out of my system. I have to say that doing this story has been very therapeutic for me. Just running the ideas through my head on what interactions to have later helps immensity in keeping me focused. I'm not sure about how I will be doing some of the other angel battles because I don't see many of them changing so expect when that happens I might just gloss over the battle. If you want details of what happen, watch the series again like I am. Please review so I can work on improving my writing and thank you for the current reviews I have gotten so far.
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"What do you mean she is living with you?" Ritsuko stopped typing her report to pay fuller attention to the conversation and pulled the cigarette out of her mouth. It seems that her paperwork has doubled because of the return of the Angels. Added on to that was having to look to the medical needs to both the 1st and 3rd children. Having both of them injured was not helping with that task. Now she had to deal with Misato talking her ear off in the middle of her work. Then she dropped the bomb shell about her taking guardianship of the 3rd and moving the girl in with her. The blond doctor put out the butt of her cigarette in her ashtray, adding another petal to the butt flower that was growing out of the overstuffed container and lit up another cancer stick.

"It's fine Rits. They were going to put her in base quarters. She is just a teenager so she needs someone to look after her." Leaning back against the couch, she sipped her beer as she waited for her turn to use the bath. After that she had a whole menu set up for Yuko's welcome party along with going over house rules and figuring out chores.

"Misato, you can barely take care of yourself, how do you expect to do that for a teenage girl? A rebellious teenage girl I might add." The blond doctor could swear her friend was going to be an early end to her.

"Well, what could I do? You weren't there when we met the Commander in the hospital. I'm surprised the girl isn't in the brig for what she pulled." She shuddered bit thinking back to that meeting.
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"So, we can have the rest of your things shipped here as soon as you move in. I'm pretty sure the Commander will have no problem providing you with living quarters." Following Misato out of the hospital Yuko had to pause at the last statement.

"I know you're trying to help Misato, but if you have me move in with father then NERV is going to have to look for a new Commander." The two women stopped in front of the elevator leading to the reception and waited for the car to show. "You signed me up for school so I can just check to see if they have some type of student housing or just live on the Geo Front. There has to be some type of quarters here for all-" Yuko's statement was cut short by the sound of the elevator doors opening. The girls looked up to see said Commander standing there.

Misato looked over at Yuko to see how the girl would react but instead of some sarcastic remark or just ignoring the older man the girl leapt toward the Commander with a cry of "DADDY!"

Too say the Commander was a bit surprised at this was an understatement. Yuko wrapped both of her arms around Gendo and looked like she was squeezing him for all her worth. Misato stood slack jawed at the side watching what seemed to be a text book father/daughter reunion. Just as she felt almost like she was about to cry at the joy she was feeling from the two reunited family members hugging said joy was broken by the sound of a loud thump.

The purple haired woman came out of her trance at the sight of Yuko's knee striking Gendo right in the crotch. She winced as the air escaped in a rush out of Gendo's nose and how the older man seemed to be lift up from the ground from the blow. The way Yuko had him in a hug kept both of his arms pinned to his side and his hands stuck in his pockets thus keeping his reaction to his daughter trying to crush the family jewels to a sick look on his face.

Yuko leaned up to Gendo's ear and whispered. "15 million yen a year, 10 million per angel I kill or assist in killing. You give up guardianship and give me emancipation once the job is done with a discharge bonus of 36 million euros in none negotiable bonds. Every counter offer will feel just like my first offer." Yuko stepped back as the doors began to shut. "I'll wait for the papers 'daddy' when you have them drawn up. Me and Mi-chan will grab the next elevator." Gendo gave the girl an angry, pain filled glare as she waved cutely then slumped over on his knees as the doors finished shutting.

Misato stood shocked until the elevator dinged its return a minute or so later. Yuko nudged the older woman through the doors, whistling a happy little tune, and followed right after.
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"I really can't say much about hating your father, but Yuko's anger is a bit more than what anything I expected." Misato leaned back and took another sip of her beer. "I heard there was a Section 2 investigation done on her before she arrived but it wasn't finished in time for the attack. Did it have anything in it that would explain her dislike of her father?"

"Nothing to note of really. There was some resentment that she voiced, but nothing that would justify the level of violence that you describe. Whatever it is, it must have happen recently. More than likely it involves her brother's death." Ritsuko took a deep breath to prepare for the next statement.

"Misato, you need to be careful. The report had a lot on Yuko's other activities. Most were covered up by her father to save face. I'm sure Gendo did it automatically so even he didn't know just how his daughter was when she showed up. The girl has a knack for causing trouble."

"Bah, I did the same type of things when I was her age. It's nothing I can't handle." Misato waved off the statement as she got up for another beer.

"No you don't understand. Let me give you one of the many examples. In the Military school she was in during her time in Germany they had a playoff match for their soccer team. The rival school they were against pulled the age old prank of kidnaping the school mascot, a pot belly pig. Yuko took it upon herself to return the favor by kidnapping the other school's mascot."

"That isn't so bad. Stuff like that happened all the time in college. Just like that time we had a panty raid on our dorm and we had to defend our unmentionables from a bunch of inept frat boys. It was all innocent fun." Taking a long swig of her beer, Mistato fell back into the memories of said event. First time she met Kaji as he was fumbling through her underwear drawer. She had to admit, it was pretty cute watching him fall out her second story window into the wild rose bushes below. She figured he could keep the panties he got from that. Scruffy bastard earned them.

"No, it is that bad. The other school's mascot was an 11 year old girl who wore a Knight's costume." Misato's eye started a nasty twitch. "Yuko kept the girl tied up in her dorm room closet for two days, stuck in her mascot costume the entire time. She let the girl out to use the toilet and was sneaking food in for her. She was kicked out of that school for it."

"Well, that was a few years ago, she should have grown up a little bit since then." The naive are always good at avoiding the obvious.

Going back to her report, Ritsuko sighed. "Whatever, I'm going to assume you have been warned now. Good luck Misato, you're going to need it."
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Yuko had decided that this was going to take some getting used to. Japanese had this custom for long soaks in barely tolerable hot water. Living abroad for so long had gotten the girl use to a quick 15 minute scrub in a shower and off on her way to the more important things. In Japan though, one scrubbed off and washed outside the bath then soaked in the hot water for an annoyingly long amount of time. It didn't help having to deal with the small bandage on her lower abdomen that had to be wrapped in plastic so her wound didn't get wet. But the plus side was it provided her a wonderful way of listening in on Misato's phone conversation. Gotta love these thin wall apartments. One sided conversation or not, she understood that Ritsuko had some sort of background check on her and Misato now had the details.

Leaning back and letting the heat soak into her, Yuko went over her options. Walking into the apartment did not show much promise. From the amount of empty liquor bottles, beer cans and instant food packages she could quickly see everything about the woman. The bathroom just confirmed the rest of what she thought with her underwear hanging in the room to dry. Normal people wash their underwear in a washer, not in the sink so it dries faster. Her prospects living here worry free seemed pretty low and this game she had planned later for the chores was not helping these thoughts.

The only responsible one living here was some damn warm water penguin named PenPen that was in the bath before her. The shock of seeing a bird come out of a bath, with a towel around his shoulders then walk out of the bathroom by operating the door was enough to keep her from crying out. Bet his little fridge space he lived in was spotless.

The best thing, Yuko decided, was to control the situation so she stretched her arms over her head and started brainstorming for a weakness. It didn't take long considering what she saw as she came in the apartment. Being in so many different clubs for shows gave Yuko a certain insight into heavy drinkers. All she needed was timing.
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"Whoo Haa!" The belch afterwards had Yuko inwardly wince. Misato was a strange one; she could give the older woman that. Calm and collected when she was driving away from the angel, compassionate and worried about her charge during battle and an overly relaxed drunken slob at home. Though it was hard to admit it, being able to down a whole pint of beer in one draw from a can would have most Irishmen she had met green with envy. And the amount she was tossing back would have them propose marriage to her right after. Her dressing habits at home was something she could get used to though. The purpled haired woman was sporting some denim shorts that were one step away from being cut for panties. Wait, that was wrong, Yuko grinned, you could see her panties, red lace edging just peeking underneath as she bent over when she grabbed her beer earlier. Her shirt was a very loose tank top that gave glimpses, but never actually showed the full swell of those awesomely huge tits. As for Yuko, if her new guardian could dress so casually, why not do the same. So, she was currently sporting her 2XL Anthrax "Fist full of Metal" sleep shirt, a pair of her cotton stripped hip panties and her insanely comfortable fluffy pink bunny slippers. Yuko calmly cracked another beer for her new roommate and handed it to her as she got up to check the microwave, taking the empty can from the table in one smooth motion.

"So, how did you end up working for my father Misato?" Ah, Japanese food. Most of the dishes of said cuisine went by the rule of fresh ingredients, lightly cooked or not cooked at all and very little sauces. With some influence from different cultures there have been some changes, but not by much. The exception to these rules was instant foods. High in salt, sauces, and overdone flavors they would keep a person alive, but they would feel it later if they were not use to it. Yuko had her fair amount of junk food, but an entire dinner of it was going to be… challenging. Setting down the food on the table she grabbed another beer and replaced the now empty can with the fresh one. Setting down next to the fridge, she dug in to some sort of fishcake that was soaking in a bowl of broth.

Misato was dipping spring rolls in instant curry she had mixed with her instant Udon. Lifting up her chopsticks she pointed at Yuko. "Because he is after the angels." Yuko tried not to make a sick face as Misato shoved the curry sauce covered fried roll in her mouth, a thick noodle still hanging off it. Around the mouth full of food the older woman elaborated. "The angels are threating humanity, so we need to protect it. Plus, I have some more personal reasons." From the tone of her voice, Yuko knew that Misato wasn't going further with this. "Hey, why aren't you eating more? Don't like Japanese food?"

Looking down, Yuko noticed that she hadn't really eaten much. About half of the large triangle of fish cake was gone and a nibbled on spring roll laid like refugees from a war on her plate. Thinking to herself, 'I might eat more if the food was good and I wasn't sitting across from a woman that apparently killed her taste buds and buried them in an undisclosed location.' With a slightly sick grin, "I'm just not use to food like this. Living in London sorta got me use to more western dishes." 'Eatable western dishes' she mentally added. She remembered some of the foods she had when she was a kid, barely, but most of her experience with Japanese food was sushi with her band when they had a chance to sneak out of the dorms or on free days.

"What! Aren't you Japanese? You should eat the food of your heritage with pride!" With this Misato grabbed a fish cake from the bowl of broth, squirted some red pepper sauce from a squeeze bottle all over it and popped it in her mouth. Chewing down the spice, fish flavored morsel she added, "Damn, that's good. You should try it." Doing the same to another fish cake she held up the sauce dripping chunk of fish in front of Yuko's face.

Yuko looked from the fish, then looked at Misato as the woman had a pleading look in her eyes, then back down to the fish. 'Well, I've already seen Paris, well the ruins of the city, so it should be ok to eat this.' Closing her eyes she took the cake into her mouth. She didn't remember inviting Satan in there as well. The fire and spice from the sauce burned away the mucus membranes in her nose and it felt like she was trying to chew and swallow a hot coal. Swallowing she gave Misato a weak smile and quickly emptied her glass of ice tea, got up, filled it again, emptied it, filled it one more time and grabbed the older woman another beer.

Misato laughed at the girl's reaction. "Ha! You might need some more experience to enjoy the rich flavors of food like that." Reaching behind her, the older woman pulled out a calendar. "Ok, because we are going to be rooming together I have worked out a fair and balanced way of splitting up the chores!" Yuko leaned over the table and looked at the calendar. Each day was marked with a different chore for the other person to do, such as cleaning, cooking, laundry and garbage. "We will do a quick game of rock, paper, scissors to determine who gets the chore for that day."

Yuko grinned inwardly at this. Right now Misato was at her most completive, and judging from her movements, just starting a really good buzz from the beer. The trick was getting her to play a game that wasn't in her favor. Rock, paper, scissors would make sense as a game the purple haired girl would be good at. For a child's game, it involved split second decisions and being able to read your opponent. Being the Operational Director of NERV would give the older woman all those skills and more. That would not do for Yuko's plans. Reaching under her shirt she pulled out her trump card… well, cards.

"Last time I played rock, paper, scissors was when I was ten. Your old enough not to want to play a child's game, so let's try something different." She pulled the deck of cards out of the box and did a quick shuffle. "Poker. Five card draw. Loser of the hand gets the chore on the day it is. You can bet extra days if you feel your hand is good enough. Two days maximum can be bet per hand."

Misato took a long draw off her beer and looked at the challenge in Yuko's eyes. "Good point, plus, it sound like fun. Deal." Giving a soft smile to her guardian, Yuko shuffled the deck a few more times. Inwardly she had an evil grin going. Poker was one of the games she was sure of. Having done games like this all the time with her band she learned really quickly how you master poker… you cheat. She passed the deck over to Misato and watched the other women look at her with a questioning look. Oh god, this was going to be easier then she thought. Misato was a rookie at this.

"Um, you need to split the deck, Misato." Giving a lopsided grin the older woman cut the deck in the middle and placed the other half on top of the cards… right where Yuko had left the cards just apart to make someone split there on purpose without knowing.

The first hand was a simple one for Yuko, she just simply lost it. Giving Misato a triple and her a pair was pretty easy with the way she stacked the deck when she shuffled. Passing a fresh beer to Misato for her victory drink was easier. Passing her a napkin so she could wipe the beer that escaped her mouth from her cheek was better than she planned. Crowing, Misato added, "Yur a few years too young ta beat me, Yuko." Oh yes, a few more beers should make this perfect. She passed Misato another fresh beer to replace the one she drained for her victory and dealt the cards again.

"Well, maybe I just needed to get warmed up." This round was easy enough as well with giving Misato a double and her a crap hand. So far she had cleaning tomorrow and cooking the next night. No extra bets yet, but she was going to end that soon enough. One more victory beer chugged down and a fresh one in its place. Looking at Misato leaning really hard against her chair she pulled out the last thing she needed to complete her own victory. "Hey, Misato, why don't we make this more interesting? Instead of giving up a day, the loser can give up an article of clothing instead. It wouldn't really be strip poker because it's the other person's choice if they lose the clothes or the day."

The older woman looked at Yuko with a slightly glazed eye stare as her alcohol muddled brain tried to make sense of what was just told her. In any normal situation she would be on guard, but in the currently very drunk state she was in it somehow didn't seem so bad. Besides, they were both girls and there was no sexual attraction going on, just some innocent fun between roommates, right? And it was a party, so why not cut loose a little. "Yur on girly."

Yuko didn't bother hiding her evil grin now. The following hand was quick and savage. The flush Yuko had easily beat Misato's pair. The next three hands had the purple haired woman on the defensive trying to figure out where she lost control. Having Yuko pass her another fresh beer helped a bit on calming her down enough for her to win a hand, but instead of Yuko taking the day, she slipped off a bunny slipper and put it on the table.

"Hey! Do slippers count as clothing?" Misato looked at the overly cute footwear on the table with distain. The day in question was a bathroom cleaning day and she wasn't looking forward to getting that.

"Well, they are on my body, so I guess they do." Dealing the next hand to Misato she noticed the older woman trying to set fire to her slipper with a dark glare. When Misato lost the next hand for the same day she pushed back her chair and slipped off her cut-offs falling over only once to the credit of her experience drinking. 'Oh, red silk panties with lace.' A bit much to wear for casual dress, but Yuko wasn't going to complain. The shorts dropped on top of the slipper and Misato sat back down again with a smug look on her face.

The next hand had Yuko lose and her pass the other slipper on the table as if to challenge Misato to try again. As Misato seemed deep in thought over if she should take the bathroom day or not Yuko slipped another beer to her. After drinking this beer, she mumbled something about the bathroom and walked away from the table. Yuko took the time to clear the table of the leftover food and wipe it down humming softly to herself. Hearing a thump she calmly walked into the bathroom to the sight of Misato with her ass in the air and her face on the floor trying to stand up and pull her panties up at the same time. Sighing, she helped her guardian up and pulled her panties up for her. Might be a slob, but she did her maintenance. She had a nice patch of hair trimmed well enough not to show peeking out the sides of her panties but leaving enough to show that she took pride in it. A short trip stumbling through the hall back to the dining room and Yuko had another beer out and ready for the woman.

This time Misato just took the bathroom chore and the next few hands had the chores evenly split. When it came time for the bathroom again Yuko lost then stood up. Misato's drunken haze cleared up just a moment for her to realize what the other girl was doing when she reached underneath her night shirt. It was like the young girl was teasing, the way she didn't stop staring directly into Misato's eyes as her thumbs got the edge of her panties and every so slowly drew them off while keeping the shirt covering enough to hide her nether regions from view. When said article of clothing reached her feet she stepped out with one foot and with the other lifted the panties up, gripping them with her toes. With what any sober person would understand as a seductive smile, she extended her leg out over the table and dropped the tiny blue striped hip hugging panties on the pile. Misato swallowed to help clear her now dry throat, noting that with Yuko's leg extended like that gave her a perfect view of the girl's slit, ring hanging from the hood above it and all. Misato immediately drained the beer she had in her hand to keep from staring.

Lowering her foot, Yuko grabbed another beer, opened it, and passed it to Misato just as she finished draining the last of the one she had. The older woman had the decency to blush and look away as she accepted the beer. When Yuko's hand lingered longer than normal on her own, she almost knocked her beer over as she pulled it away as if her hand was burned.

The next hand had Yuko win again and Misato looking at the calendar with her eyes scrunched up. She was cleaning the bathroom every day of the month and had about half the apartment cleaning duties. None of the cooking had fallen to her though. She wasn't going to let this stand. At less one of those bathroom cleaning jobs had to go to Yuko. Honor demanded it. She put both hands on the table to help remain steady and pulled herself out of the chair. Breathing hard through her nose she grabbed the bottom of her tank top. She stopped pulling up just as she reached the bottom of her breasts. Looking down at Yuko the younger girl stared with a slight smile on her face, one hand propping up her head under her chin, the other idly swirling the tea around in her glass. With an exhale of breath she quickly pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it down on the table. Her heavy breasts bounced slightly with the savage motions and her dark brown nipples harden slightly in the cooler air of the apartment.

Yuko couldn't help but admire the body her guardian had. Her arms and legs were tone from regular exercise and her skin was a nice light tan. The only mar on her body was the large white scar that was low in between her breasts but that seemed to enhance her beauty then detract from it. Her face and top of her breasts were tinged in red from the full body blush she had going from both the alcohol and embarrassment she was feeling. She wondered if Misato thought that cross she was wearing was clothing as well and why she didn't pick that to take off.

Grinning, Yuko dealt the next hand to her roommate. It was sort of cute how she had one arm covering her assets and the other holding up her beer unsteadily as she nursed the golden liquid. Looking down at her hand, Misato noticed something. She had the ace of hearts, the king of hearts, the queen of hearts, the jack of hearts and a 2 of spades. One card away from a royal flush and the only thing Yuko could toss was her shirt, leaving the girl naked and in shame or to finally just take the chore. A sober person might question the chances of drawing the 10 of Hearts, but right now, with the room spinning in slow turns, Misato wasn't about to let something like that stop her. She quickly discarded the 2 of spades and upped the bet to include an extra day of cooking. Yuko smiled, handed her a card then drew 3 cards herself. Misato called and Yuko put down her hand, a pair of threes. With a great cry Misato tossed her cards down, her final card she drew being the 10 of hearts. "Ha! Yur beat that gurl!"

Yuko gave an over dramatic shocked look at the hand before her and then hung her head in defeat. She slowly reached up and with the pen put her name down for both the days of chores. Chortling, Misato leaned back and drained the rest of the beer she had. Then promptly fell backwards off her chair, passed out. "I was wrong; she could put most Irishmen to shame with how she could pack it away. That fridge was full of beer and now there is only three left." Yuko calmly gathered up the cards, tossed the empty cans into the recycling bag and did the dishes. She walked up to her roommate and nudged the sleeping women with her foot making her roll on to her back instead of in the curled up position she put herself in after she fell. Misato lightly woke up as Yuko help lift her up and steady her with her shoulder. "Come on Mi-chan, it's time for bed."

Yuko stopped in the bathroom with Misato and helped the older woman onto the toilet. After a few minutes when the sound of her guardian finishing her business Yuko helped her up and grimaced as she wiped the older woman clean down there. There were disadvantages to getting someone so shit faced they couldn't even use the bathroom without help. Misato was mumbling something into her ear about how good 'Kaji' was for helping her like this and she would reward him later as she laid against Yuko, her large breasts pressed firmly into her back with her arms draped over her shoulders. Rolling her eyes, Yuko continued on to Misato's room, used her foot to slide open the door and let the very drunk woman down softly on her futon where she promptly curled back up into a ball.

If the apartment was a mess then the central location was this room. Clothing was mixed together with different magazines and books all over the floor. There were a few empty beer cans and some food wrappers that seem about a day old so Misato did try to keep the smells of the apartment out of her room by taking the food trash out now and again. A quick pick up and all the food wrappers and beer cans were in their proper trash receptacle. Going over to her dresser, Yuko wasted no time. Underwear drawer was what she expected. Lots of sexy underwear for a single woman and a few cotton ones that had light staining showing that she used those for the monthly visitor. There was also a good selection of matching bras and some sport bras. The other drawers had casual clothes with a few more showy pieces but none of them had what she was looking for. Huffing in frustration, Yuko looked around the room a bit more then spotted the closet. Uniforms hung up there with a few nice dresses and evening gowns for more formal occasions. In the bottom of the closet were some boxes with books and photo albums and a pile of dress shoes. "Where would she keep it…?" Yuko looked down at the sleeping woman as if to ask her for the answer to her question when she saw the older woman mumble in her sleep and reach under the thick mattress.

"Jackpot." Yuko walked over to Misato and rolled the woman over to check where she was feeling for. A small lacquered box was hidden just under the head of the futon. Opening it up she whistled softly. Misato had some taste it seems in this area. The toy was about 8 inches long, small bumps going up the length of it and the shaft filled with little white beads. The head of the toy was done in the traditional mushroom shape of any male penis, with little rubber feelers around the tip. Toward the back there was a rabbit with a small vibrator inside of it so the clit was not neglected when using said toy. There was a good handle on it for the batteries and the very back of it had a suction cup for mounting it on walls or in the tub or bathroom. Along the next to it was a small remote with a dizzying array of settings. The pink and blue color were subdued enough to make the monster of sexual technology seem almost cute. Underneath all this was a small bottle of cleaning fluid for the toy which would explain how it was almost immaculately clean.

Yuko looked at the toy, and then looked down at Misato, then back to the toy. She held the toy against her abdomen with a look of contemplation on her face as she measured how far it reached up her belly. "Fuck it, I gotta know. She isn't going anywhere and this might help with the plan some."

With said toy, Yuko walked quickly in the bathroom and locked the door. From behind the door a loud buzzing sound could be heard followed by some moans and then some louder shouting praising the gods of technology. About 30 minutes later she stumbled out of the bathroom with a stupid grin on her face and the toy gripped tightly in her hand, dripping with moisture. "Must… find.. one… online… later…" the girl gasped out as she stumbled back into Misato's room.

She smiled down at how cute Misato looked with her sucking lightly on her thumb. Softly, she removed the girls thumb from her mouth and wiped a bit of the moisture from the toy on said thumb, then let it pop back in. Misato grimaced in her sleep for a moment then began sucking again. Yuko set the toy on a towel next to the bed with the box nearby, set Misato's alarm for 4:30 am and crawled into the sheets next to the topless women, who immediately latched on to the warm body and pulled her close. Grinning evilly, Yuko when to sleep nestled into Misato's warm bosom.
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Yuko yawned as she woke up. It was still dark out, but she could feel Misato's breath caressing her hair as the older woman held her almost like a teddy bear against her body. Peeking up she saw the clock was reading about 4:15 am. 'mmm.. must have slept in.' Seeing as she had school today she was going to try waking up early for her normal morning routine that she needed to get back into. Right now there was something more urgent for her to do. Calmly reaching back, she pulled Misato's hand from where it was around the small of her back down to her ass, pulling the shirt up enough so the older woman's hand rested against the bare skin there. She gasped a bit as Misato squeezed reflexive on the fleshy orb presented to her hand. Her very strong hand Yuko mussed. With deliberate slowness she wrapped her own arms around the older woman and snuggled in a bit tighter, pushing one of her legs in between Misato's. Now it was just waiting.
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Misato woke up to her alarm just starting to go off. It was set to some sort of soft music station, which felt wrong. Normally she had the alarm doing a combo of beeping and the really annoying morning program that everyone seems to listen to in Tokyo-3. Loud enough to get her to wake up and start her day and annoying enough to force her to turn off the damn thing. This music though was just nudging her awake, barely able to keep her eyes open, but enough to keep her from fully going back to sleep. Sighing, she pulled the warm body against her a bit more and relaxed in the warmth her bed partner was putting out.

'Damn, I forgot how nice it was to wake up in the arms of another person.' That is when it clicked and Misato's eyes went wide open. The familiar pounding in her head from drinking too much last night was put to the back of her mind as the question of who was in her bed came to the forefront. Looking down she saw a shock of blue hair with red highlights where her chin was resting. She could feel the smaller girl's thigh pressed up against her own pantie cladded mound in the entanglement their legs were in. The shock though was where her hand was resting. She gave the small cheek a slight squeeze as if to confirm where it was.

"Nee-chan, not again… it barely fit the last time…" Misato's hair stood on end at what Yuko just mumbled out into her cleavage in response to the grope. She licked her dry lips to moisten them and noticed an odd flavor there. There has been a few times Misato ended up tasting herself through acts of sex or just experimentation. This taste was similar, but different. More fresh, and just a bit more salty then her own taste. Looking over the small girl's head she gasped in horror. Dai-chan was out of his box, slightly glistening as if she used him and forgot to clean him after she was done but she didn't have the normal soreness of when she did take advantage of her toy. That left only the conclusion that the other person in the room must have experienced Dai-chan's fifteen setting of motor gyrating fun.

Misato gapped frozenly as Yuko stretched in her arms and untangled herself from her guardian's limbs. "Thanks for the welcome party last night nee-chan. It was great." She leaned down and kissed Misato softly on the cheek. "I'm going to go wash up for my morning jog. I'll start the bath heater for you." In a slightly more husky tone she added, "When I get back maybe we can share the bath together."

With that, the younger girl skipped out of her room, her butt just peeking out as her shirt bounced with her movements.

Yuko smiled at the incoherent scream that came from Misato's room as she started the bath heater up and began to wash up. Oh yes, living here was going to be a lot of fun.
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Omake! (Or random thoughts that attack the author after drinking)

Saint Peter sighed. Damn job was getting worse every day with them angels trashing the place down there.

"Name?" Peter adjusted his glasses to look at the next person in line.

"Ryoji Kaji" the brown haired man said to the keeper of the gates to eternal bliss.

"One moment while I check your list of sins."

Kaji sighed. It really didn't pan out being that triple agent like he thought. Who knew that Gendo wouldn't just capture him and get some information out of him? No, the rat bastard had to have him shot, repeatedly, in the face.

Looking toward the gates Kaji did a double take. "Um, Mr. Peter, sir?"

Saint Peter looked up from the large Book he was reading from. "Yes?"

"Did you know you have a Japanese boy laying in front of your gates?"

Peter went back to looking down at the Book. "Oh, him. Ikari Shinji. Showed up here and insisted that he lay down right there. Said it seemed fitting."

"So, he just lies there all day? Why?"

"Well, he was a doormat most of his short life so he figured that he would be good at the same job in the afterlife. Oh, and your judgment is ready. Enjoy your stay in hell." Peter pulled a lever next to the Book opening up the doors underneath the ex-spy.

"What! Why!" I was a-" Whatever Kaji was going to say was cut off as the doors closed behind the falling damned soul.

"Next." Maybe the next one will be Mormon.
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Media Miner exclusive author's notes: Well, I guess after posting 4 chapters of this fic I might as well explain why this account has been so inactive. First, I got married and a steady job. You wouldn’t be surprised on how much stuff like that cuts into your free time. Now I'm a bit freer with getting ready for culinary school and not being employed anymore. I do one day plan on picking up some of my older stuff that has been left incomplete on this and other sites, but for now I'm focusing on moving this one fully to Media Miner. The second reason is that FF.net has decided they will finally enforce their no Mature Audience rule after almost 10 years. They are in the middle of purging any fic that they deem inappropriate and I have a feeling this fic might easily fall under that very wide umbrella.

So, enjoy the fic guys, leave constructive reviews and flame the hell out of me. I'm old, gnarly and ex-navy. My skin is thick.