Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ The Shadow Aspect ❯ Under the Sea (I) ( Chapter 2 )

 

THE SHADOW ASPECT

By: Jessup

 

Part 02: Under the Sea (I)

 

 

 

"I'm… I'm home?"

 

Misato smiles. "Welcome home."

 

Shinji blinks away the tiny stars crisscrossing his vision. He steps forward to follow the woman he's now sharing an apartment with but his right knee buckles as he sets his foot down. He sways dangerously, then falls forward—

 

 

 

—and instinctively puts his hands out to protect himself from the fall. He closes his eyes in anticipation of the pain to come and then there's a sharp THUD as he meets the ground. Only… his fall to the scuffed concrete floor has been cushioned by the girl under him.

 

He opens his eyes and stares into shining crimson eyes. He freezes, at a loss for words or deed. And somehow he knows, he just KNOWS, without even looking, that he has one knee shoved up against her untamed pubis and that his right hand is clamped on one of her breasts.

 

"Would you move?" Rei Ayanami asks flatly.

 

He gasps and jumps off her and backpedals into—

 

 

 

—Asuka.

 

"Mein Gott!" she snaps, pushing him away. "Could you at least pretend to try performing this dumb dance?"

 

(Wait. Where'd Rei go?)

 

He blinks. "What?" He looks around. They're both in the living room of Misato's apartment. The dance mats and gear from their synch training against the 7th Angel is sprawled over the floor. "W-why is this here? Why are you wearing that outfit again?"

 

The European girl is dressed in tight black shorts and a loose-fitting, low-cut pink cotton t-shirt with musical notes detailed on its front. Her spandex shorts have been pulled up too high, causing a very visible cameltoe. Suddenly Shinji remembers this day - it's the first time he ever got wood over Asuka. He called a timeout for the training and went straight to the bathroom to jerk off over that cameltoe and everything else about the exotic foreigner.

 

He also remembers how disgusted he felt with himself, after the heady rush of pleasure had passed, looking down at the semen he'd shot into the toilet bowl (and the bits that had sprayed wildly and fallen on the bathroom floor and he'd had to wipe up).

 

"What are you, stupid?! We're dressed like this because Misato wants us to improve our teamwork." She glares at him when she realizes where his eyes are focus. "HEY!! Eyes up HERE, buddy! Or am I going to have—

 

 

 

—such beautiful breasts!" groans Touji, staring up at the fenced-in pool area where all the girls are spending PE.

 

Shinji blinks again. It's bright, sunny. He's outside. He's wearing his gym clothes. But… wasn't he just wearing something else just a second ago?

 

Before he can collect his scattered thoughts Touji butts in and asks, "Hey, Shinji, whatchya lookin' at?"

 

"Um… nothing?" What was I just thinking about…? I can't remember.

 

"You're lookin' at Ayanami, aren't you?"

 

"No, I'm trying to figure out why I feel so-"

 

Kensuke and Touji lean over and chant excitedly: "Ayanami's breasts! Ayanami's thighs! Ayanami's—

 

 

 

—shining crimson eyes. He freezes, at a loss for words or deed. And somehow he knows, he just KNOWS, without even looking, that he has one knee shoved up against her untamed pubis and that his right hand is clamped on one of her breasts.

 

"Don't move," Rei Ayanami asks flatly.

 

He gasps and jumps off her and backpedals—

 

 

 

—but Misato catches him before he hits the floor. "Whoa!" she says, slightly amused. "You okay, Shinji-kun?"

 

"Y-yes," he says, righting himself.

 

She leans forward a bit and smiles. Her full, heavy breasts fill out the black dress perfectly. Could he even hold just one using both his hands? All he'd need to do to find out would be to reach out and--"Man," she says, "you have terrible luck with walking, don't you? First against the Third Angel and now this."

 

"Um…"

 

Her confident smile never falters when she notices him staring at her 'talent'. Instead she says, "You aren't thinking of taking ad-van-tage of me, are you?"

 

"N-NO!" He looks her dead in the eyes. "How could you even think that, Miss Misato?!"

 

She chuckles good-naturedly. "It's fine as long as you look but don't touch, Shinji-kun." The full-figured twentysomething pivots about, her long lilac hair whipping around. Suddenly all he can look at is her perfect ass. "Now come on, or are you—"

 

 

 

—afraid that your dead mother might be watching us from heaven?"

 

He bristles under Asuka's insensitivity. "Not really."

 

"Or," she says, using that I'm So Much Fucking Better Than You crow of hers, "are you scared?"

 

He stands up suddenly, tired of her months of teasing and mocking and flirting. I'll show her, he thinks. I'll call her out as the one who's scared! "I'm not! Pucker up!"

 

She darts over to him, showing no sign of backing down. "Have you brushed your teeth?"

 

"Yes!"

 

She smirks just a bit, but when she speaks her tone is wholly serious, "Then here we—

 

 

 

—go," says Rei, looking up at him. "Please, don't let go."

 

"I won't," he tells her, his erection painfully stretching his school dress pants. He leans down a bit, digging himself deeper into the warming joint between her legs, pressing the tip of his woody into her blue-colored bush. "Ayanami, you're… so beautiful."

 

(Wait. I'd never be able to tell her that.)

 

Rei, however, closes her eyes and ever-so-slightly puckers her—

 

 

 

—lips but Asuka stops him, chiding him for his breathing tickling her. She grabs his nose, ignoring his discomfort, and leans back in. They kiss.

 

It's… not good.

 

(Wait. I remember this! It… it already happened, right?)

 

He can't breathe, his face is turning red, and Asuka won't let him—

 

 

 

 

—staring at her 'talent'. Instead she says, "You aren't thinking of taking ad-van-tage of me, are you?"

 

"N-NO!" He looks her dead in the eyes. "How could you even think that, Miss Misato?!"

 

She chuckles knowingly. "It's fine as long as you look but don't touch, Shinji-kun." And then just to taunt him the full-figured twentysomething reaches for her collar and pulls down the zipper of her little black dress. All Shinji can focus on is the white cross dangling between Misato's lacy-covered breasts. Everything else - the silk lavender bra, the skin, oh my God the skin - is too much. She pulls the zipper all the way down, her sly smile never faltering, and her black dress hangs off her shoulders. She stands arms akimbo, jutting out her melon-sized breasts, an avalanche of flesh barely restrained by her bra, and says, "It's fine as long as you look but don't touch yourself until you're alone, okay, Shinji-kun?"

 

"O-o-o-okay," he stutters, feeling faint.

 

Misato runs one hand over her impressive bosom. "Aren't they great? You should try them sometime and tell me how they—

 

 

 

—feel soft and firm under his hand. They aren't the largest breasts he's seen - Misato's give most porn stars a run for their money - but hers are the first real tits he's ever seen naked, let alone copped a feel of. But he wouldn't trade her modest breasts for anyone else's, not even Misato's if he had the chance. The First Child is too perfect.

 

"Please don't go," says Rei, her voice trembling just a bit. "Please don't get off."

 

"I won't," he whispers, leaning closer to her lips, purposefully digging his sheathed erection into her crotch as he does so. "D-did anyone ever tell you you're b-b-beautiful, Rei?"

 

"N-no. Never." She looks at him. "Am… am I, Ikari-kun?"

 

He thinks about telling her that she is, in fact, beautiful. Instead he goes with action over talk and brings his lips to hers. They both close their eyes as they kiss. It's a true first kiss, light and chaste and… wonderful.

 

Suddenly Rei breaks the kiss and turns her head away from him. Her breathing becomes hard and heavy, like she's run a marathon. She says, in a quivering voice, "N-no! Stop! This is not right!"

 

"Wh-what?" But things were going so well!

 

Her head rolls back. She stares at him with naked fear in her eyes. "Ikari-kun, this is not right! Something is—

 

 

 

—wrong to kiss her when she's sleeping… but those lips, those breasts… her amazing red hair, like nothing he's ever seen before... how can he NOT kiss her?

 

Shinji leans in, closing his eyes as he nears her full, pink lips, and ki—

 

"Mama," she calls out in an uncharacteristically pained voice.

 

He rolls over, away from Asuka. It's unfair but he's still upset with her for… for leading him on into thinking she was so mature. "You're still just a child—

 

 

 

—yourself, Shinji." Misato raises one hand to her bra and undoes the clasp. It practically springs off her, the tension is so tight. If he weren't focusing on how all that titflesh rushed free of its confinement, jiggling as it assumed its natural, unrestricted shape he might have paid attention to the lack of red marks on her skin which a bra that tight should have left. "See?" she says, pinching an erect chocolate-colored nipple playfully. "Tell you what; you still can't touch them but… I'll let you have a taste."

 

"Oh God," Shinji says, heart pounding. The sight of his new roommate's breasts… his commanding officer's D-cup bare tits… it's almost enough to make him cum in his—

 

 

 

—pants are around his ankles and he can't be bothered to finish kicking them off, not when he can roll Rei's immature breasts in his hands and play with her pale carmel-colored areolas and watch her shiver when he teases the tips of her hardened nipples with flicks of his tongue.

 

"S-stop!" she shudders, but is unable to raise a hand against him. "Ikari-kun, this is not real! We are still inside our Evas!"

 

He playfully bites her right breast, sucking hard on her nipple with his tongue as he does so. Rei's quivering body goes rigid.

 

"H-uuuuuh!" she gasps, heat and pleasure radiating throughout her whole body. "Ikari-kun! Ikari-kun!"

 

Shinji gives up on her breasts. Gently but firmly, he uses one hand to press on her chest to pin her to the apartment's dirty floor. He uses his other free hand to line up his hard-as-steel erection with the wet, hot cleft between her legs. "Rei," he grunts, "I love you."

 

Her red eyes fly open as she realizes his intent. "NO!!" Rei screams out as the tip of his penis presses against her folds. "STOP!! PLEASE, SHINJI!! PLEASE—"

 

 

 

—give me a break," snorts Asuka ahead of him in the air duct. "I know where I'm going, okay?!"

 

Shinji, veteran of a thousand lost causes, lets the point drop. As long as they're crawling through the ducts, blindly or not, they're at least going someplace. Maybe, he hopes, they'll luck out and find the Eva Cages.

 

"Don't look ahead for any reason!" suddenly growls Asuka. "If you look, I'll kill you."

 

He frowns, confused. "Eh?" What's up ahead?

 

And then he looks. And she see's him looking. And he knows why she doesn't want him to.

 

"Idiot!"

 

It's hot in the cramped passage and her sweat-soaked green uniform pinafore has ridden up just a bit, not enough to see anything interesting (even if the air duct wasn't as dark as it was) but, along with Asuka's fear, it's enough to give him ideas. Like the idea that he could grab one of her slim, finely muscled legs… dig his fingers into one of those crew length black socks of hers… and yank Asuka back towards him. Then he'd have just enough space in the cramped duct to crawl over the redhead, roll up her skirt, pull aside her white panties (he does her laundry) and jam himself right into her tight little…

 

(Wait. Wait. Wait. What the hell am I thinking? That would be rape.)

 

Asuka kicks him in the face. Repeatedly.

 

"Ow!" he cries. "Ow! Quit - ow! - it! Stop! No—

 

 

 

 

—more," he says, taking his mouth away from her salvia-soaked breast, the stiff dark brown nipple glistening under the doorway's florescent lights. He looks up at the woman who kindly offered him a place in her home. His pants are tight. "I want more, Misato."

 

She looks back at him contemplatively. "What more do you want, Shinji?"

 

His erection is pounding with each beat of his heart. It wants to find its own home away from home, someplace wet and tight and dark and hot. "All of it," he says.

 

Misato steps back and to the side. Somehow in the process her panties disappear, as if they were never there. Instead his guardian stands there, nude save for the white cross dangling on a string between her full bosom and those ankle-high black leather heeled shoes she always wears. She presses herself up against the wall.

 

Captain Misato Katsuragi lifts one leg up in a yoga-like split, revealing her bare mons and engorged pussy. Her lips are full and puffy and red; beads of moisture cling to her inflamed folds. When her leg is fully extended her labia parts just a bit, creating a gap… one not wide enough to even sneak his pinkie finger inside (how will he possibly fit his dick into her?)… but a gap that Shinji knows he wants to… no, that he will plug. And the musky smell… God, he knows he'll never forget the incredible smell of her, his first woman, as long as he lives.

 

"Shinji," she breathes, "you know what you need to do."

 

And he does. Somehow his clothes too have disappeared. They aren't even on the ground. That doesn't seem important, though, not when he can run his hands over her melons, kisses her (like a man!), and runs his dick back and forth across her wetness, teasing her like she teased him.

 

"Shinji," she moans.

 

"M-Misato!"

 

He can't thrust into her like he wants - she's too tall for him to do it properly - but that doesn't stop her from sliding down against the wall and onto his—

 

 

 

—conscience rocks at Rei Ayanami's desperate cry. He pulls his cock away from her cleft and rolls off to the side, breaking all skin-to-skin contact. His balls ache but he cannot… will not… allow them release.

 

"Rei," he says feverishly, feeling sick and guilty for what he almost did to her. "Rei, oh God! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, p-p-please f-forgive…." But he turns his head away from her, covering his face with one hand, unable to finish that sentence.

 

Shinji is fighting back sobs, not wanting to surrender the last bit of dignity he has by letting the girl he almost raped see him cry like he's the victim. It is then that cool, delicate fingers lace through those on his free hand. He uncovers his eyes and turns his head to the right and comes face-to-face with a shivering, flushed, and tearful Rei Ayanami.

 

"Ikari-kun," she says. "You stopped. For me."

 

"B-but, Ayanami, I a-a-almost… I almost didn't—

 

 

 

—STOP!" he cries, throwing himself back from Misato. "This is wrong! This is all WRONG!"

 

Misato looks cross. She lowers her lifted leg, sealing away her hot offering. "What the hell, Shinji? You lead me on and now you throw me away like I'm garbage, like I'm NOTHING?"

 

"N-no! It's not like that!"

 

"Then what EXACTLY is it like?" she marches over to him and practically smothers him with her ample chest. His erection brushes against one of her plump thighs and his cockhead smears clear, sticky pre-cum across it. "I know you want this, Shinji. Or are you just—

 

 

 

—afraid that your dead mother might… be… might…." Asuka stops and looks around the apartment, confused. "Wait. What the hell is going on? This is… this is the night we kissed, isn't it?" She looks at him, for once honestly turning to him for an answer. "Shinji?"

 

"I-I don't know," says the Third Child, fighting off impure thoughts (take her own her mark her break her). "A-Ayanami said we're still in our Evas but I don't know what s-she means."

 

Asuka frowns in thought. "We're in our Evas?"

 

"That's w-what she said."

 

"We're in our Evas… we're in our Evas…." Her eyes widen. "Shinji! I remember! We were going to attack the Angel when the shadow—

 

 

 

—appeared underneath him.

 

"What?!" he proclaimed, watching his Eva's feet sink. "Sh--shadow! Agh! What the hell is this?!"

 

He lowered the pistol in Unit-01's hand and frantically fired round and round into the shadow to no effect.

 

"Shinji, RUN!" ordered Misato, not understanding that he couldn't move his legs, that the cold blackness was drinking him. "SHINJI!"

 

"Ikari-kun," said Rei, concern apparent in her limited vocal range.

 

"You idiot!" yelled Asuka. "What are you doing?!"

 

But no one really helped him and his Eva sank into the shadow. He cried out, begged for someone to help him, "Misato! What's happening?! Misato! Asuka! Ayanami! Help me! Hellllllp!"

 

And then the darkness took him and the light was—

 

 

 

—gone," says Asuka. "You were gone and when we tried to help you but the shadow got us too. We couldn't get away."

 

"Ugh." Shinji cradles his face in his hands. "A-Asuka, something's wrong. I think… that the Angel is d-d-doing something to me. I'm seeing things, thinking things, h-horrible things." (attack her push her hold her down make her bleed like only a woman can bleed take her take her take her) "It's getting h-harder to stop. I-I'm a-a-a-fraid, Asuka. I'm afraid I'm g-going to h-h-hurt you."

 

"Shinji, what the hell are you talking—

 

 

 

—time is over," says Misato, nude save for her white cross and black shoes. Her arms are crossed across her chest, propping up her already full bosom to an even more impressive level, but the pissed off look on her face ruins the eroticism of the picture. Shinji feels very much the child under what he and Asuka jokingly refer to as the Katsuragi Glare. "I tried to make this easy for you, Shinji, but now I see stronger measures are in order."

 

He takes a half-step away from her. "Who are you? What do you want?"

 

"Funny thing, your two questions are really one question," says Misato. "Me? I'm everything you've ever wanted, Shinji."

 

"N-no!" he shouts. "You almost made me rape Ayanami! You're making me want to rape Asuka!" He glares at the thing wearing the flesh of his guardian. "My God, I almost had sex with Misato! She my friend! She's like a m-moth—"

 

"Pfft." The woman rolls her eyes. "Shinji, I can't make you want anything. This is all you, all on your head. I only gave you a chance to live out your own innermost desires with as little fuss as I could arrange."

 

"NO! That's IMPOSSIBLE! I DON'T WANT THOSE THINGS!"

 

"Believe what you want, but you will embrace yourself eventually. All three of you will."

 

Icy numbness shoots up Shinji's legs. He looks down and sees himself sinking into Misato's shadow and screams, "Nooooo! No! Not again! PLEASE STOP!"

 

The last thing he sees before the darkness takes him is Misato Katsuragi's eyes staring down on him. "Understanding takes time, Shinji-kun," she says.

 

And then everything goes black for Shinji Ikari.

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED