Akagi Ritsuko sighed deeply. Her stomach jerked slightly out of place as the elevator began to move. She fixed her eyes upon the numbers as they decreased, focusing on them instead of the emotions that threatened to strangle her.

"Coldness is the key with men, Ritsuko." Her mother's voice echoed distantly.

She shook her head causing a few golden strands to muddle her view of the desending numbers. Yes, it was only the hair, there were no tears lurking in those hazel orbs, no salt water sapphires ready to cut through her eyes and cut through her cheeks. A cold metal ball was forming at the pit of her stomach, as it always did when she went to see Him. She lied to herself and blamed it on motion-sickness as she rubbed the oncoming headache away from her left eye.

The elevator jolted and stopped. The doors opened with an idle ding. She stepped out slowly, her knees threatening to give out on her. She dared show no sign of the weakness, though there was no one watching. She stayed straight and walked proudly down the hallway to His office. She felt the little energy she had pull away from her when the door to His office opened and Rei walked out. Blue haired vacantcy sucked away at Ritsuko's soul. There was somthing about that girl that worried her, even threatened her. Her eyes were too much like masks of innocence hiding truths untold. She had had dreams of Ayanami Rei, since the first time she had met the little girl clining to His hand, tiny and white in the expance of it. Ritsuko's sleeping mind had conjured up half-realized images, both sweet and horid of the girl. Blood tears shed over a corpse, half human and half something else, a tiny girl laying in a fetal position clinging to a teddy bear with angel's wings, a teenage girl staring blankly at His crusifiction, twisted feet, green with death and coated with flaking blood. She blamed the trauma of her mother's death on the dreams, but somewhere inside of her, that one tiny room of illogical thought process, she knew that there was more to it than that.

Ritsuko felt the cool breeze of Ayanami as she passed. *Cold, just like He likes. Acidic, vacant.* Was that jealousy she felt? She hid the thought away in the back of her skull to contend with another hour, day, year...

Now all that Ritsuko had to contend with was the door to His office. She knocked lightly and listened for Ikari Gendo's reply.

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That's it for now. Does anyone think I should continue?