AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at writing a darkfic, and I hope it ends up good. What would happen if someone finally pushed Shinji's last buttons? Everyone has limits...
Please read and review!
Your loving (and tired) author,
Sithanas
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Eva, just this fic.
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Neon Genesis Evangelion: Limits
01: Rage
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In a quiet apartment in the outer regions of Tokyo-3, a troubled adolescent boy tossed and turned in his bed as the nightmares took him once again. Terrible images of towering monstrosities filled his mind, sharing space with the death of his mother and the harrowing circumstances revolving around his forlorn life. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) for him, fate was conspiring to insure his wakefulness before the completion of his dreams.
*BAM!*
A slamming noise against the door to his room tossed him from his fitful slumber. He sat up groggily and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. Apparently he wasn't fast enough, as a second *BAM* echoed from his door. Groaning, he mumbled something under his breath and stood to open his door.
He was greeted by the sight of an angry redheaded girl who looked positively ready to tear his walls down.
"Wh...whaddya want, Asuka?" He yawned wide, leaning on the wall for support.
"Baka Shinji! I'm hungry, make breakfast!" Angerly, she stepped to the side and viciously jabbed her finger towards the kitchen. "Now!"
"Hai, hai..." Groaning, he stumbled off in the direction of the bathroom, hoping that some cold water could perhaps wake him up. Asuka glared.
"Shinji," she growled, "the kitchen is in the other direction..." She let her voice trail off, her tone hinting at impending violence if her "request" wasn't taken care of *now*.
He either didn't hear or ignored her completely as he entered the bathroom, shutting the door. Asuka's jaw dropped. Was he openly defying her? This just couldn't be allowed. A house-broken male, as pathetic as they were, should behave like a house-broken male and that meant following orders. She stomped towards the bathroom. Pressing her ear up against the door, she heard the sink running and Shinji splashing water onto his face. She practically ripped the door off its hinges as she "opened" it, her face a mask of fury. Surging into the room, she grabbed Shinji by the collar and slammed him against the wall. She leaned in *real* close to his face and began to shout.
"BAKA! I TOLD YOU TO GO MAKE BREAKFAST!" She literally threw him down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen, then began to stalk towards his crumpled form. Shinji scrambled to his feet and backed into the kitchen, muttering apologies. Thankfully, this placated Asuka as she went to go watch television.
Shinji stood in the kitchen, thinking to himself as Asuka's breakfast cooked. He frowned at the thoughts that were crossing his mind.
"Why's she always so mean to me? I'm nice to her. I cook for her, clean for her... I even care for her, a little I guess. But it's like she gets a huge kick out of finding an excuse to cause me pain...it's starting to make me annoyed..." He looked over at her omelet, thankfully snapping out of his reverie before he burned the food. Flipping it onto a plate and adding a couple pieces of toast, he set it on the table and called to her.
"Asuka, its ready!"
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Shinji and Asuka sat quietly at the table, across from each other. Asuka was eating her omelet while Shinji just sat, watching her. Having nothing better to do, Asuka decided she should take offense to this.
"Hentai! Stop staring at me!" Shinji, who hadn't even realized he was staring, blushed and looked down.
"Gomen, Asuka." She jerked forward in her chair.
"And don't start apologizing for everything either! Kami-sama, you can't do anything right!" She paused for a minute to finish the last bite of her breakfast, then continued her tirade. "I don't know why I even grace you with my presence! I can't believe-" She stopped suddenly as Shinji stood and whisked her plate over to the sink where he proceeded to wash it.
"Baka Shinji, are you even listening to me?!" She stood and stalked over to Shinji, raising her arm to backhand him. "Pay attention when I tal-" She never finished the sentence. The room blurred around her as her body registered itself hitting the floor rather forcefully. Then she registered another fact... she couldn't breathe! She looked down to see what was causing this problem and her jaw dropped (metaphorically, as she couldn't move much in the position she was in). Shinji's foot was *on her throat*! He grinned manically and spoke in a deadly soft whisper.
"All you had to do was show a little kindness. But no, you just had to keep pushing." He leaned in closer, keeping the pressure on as she started to claw ineffectively at his leg. "Well, you know what? You're pretty fucked now! Whatchya gonna do? Beg? Cry?" She was giving dry gasps now, desperately trying to get some air into her lungs. "Well, too bad."
It was a full minute later, as Asuka was beginning to pass out, when Shinji finally took mercy on her. Removing his foot he stepped back, allowing air to flood her lungs. She sucked it in greedily and coughed hard, her now bruised throat reminding her that it was only a few minutes ago that she was nearly dead. She staggered upright to face Shinji, who was looking at her with disgust in his eyes. He spoke again before she could.
"You know, I actually cared for you. I would almost go as far as to call it the beginnings of love. But you took that and threw it all away, you know that?" He got in her face, his voice dropping to a deadly smooth whisper. "Don't think I don't hear you crying at night. You wonder why no one loves you. Well, let me ask you something, Second Child. Did you ever look at yourself?" He slapped her again, viciously, sending her back to the floor with the force of the blow. Averting his eyes, he turned his back on her and walked out. The last sound she heard was the front door closing as he left. The sound echoed in the apartment, then was drowned out as it was filled with the sounds of her tears.
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End Chapter 1
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End Note: Wow, dark fiction is hard to write when you don't have a lot of practice at it. I know I'm gonna get shouted at for "OOC OOC OOC", so let me explain before you all lynch me. Look at how Shinji acted during combat with the fourteenth angel. He was going to RIP THE BLOODY HEAD OFF! If that's not repressed anger, I don't know what is. All this fic does is release that anger in another direction, namely Asuka. I'm also playing off of Asuka's insecurities. She tried to get close to Shinji unconsciously, while at the same time she pushed herself away from him painfully. When she realized she had finally truly lost him...
Um... you can all put the ropes and torches away... no, really, you can...
Anyways, I'm getting off track. More shall be revealed in the next chapter!
Please read and review!
Your loving author,
Sithanas
Please read and review!
Your loving (and tired) author,
Sithanas
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Eva, just this fic.
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Neon Genesis Evangelion: Limits
01: Rage
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In a quiet apartment in the outer regions of Tokyo-3, a troubled adolescent boy tossed and turned in his bed as the nightmares took him once again. Terrible images of towering monstrosities filled his mind, sharing space with the death of his mother and the harrowing circumstances revolving around his forlorn life. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) for him, fate was conspiring to insure his wakefulness before the completion of his dreams.
*BAM!*
A slamming noise against the door to his room tossed him from his fitful slumber. He sat up groggily and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. Apparently he wasn't fast enough, as a second *BAM* echoed from his door. Groaning, he mumbled something under his breath and stood to open his door.
He was greeted by the sight of an angry redheaded girl who looked positively ready to tear his walls down.
"Wh...whaddya want, Asuka?" He yawned wide, leaning on the wall for support.
"Baka Shinji! I'm hungry, make breakfast!" Angerly, she stepped to the side and viciously jabbed her finger towards the kitchen. "Now!"
"Hai, hai..." Groaning, he stumbled off in the direction of the bathroom, hoping that some cold water could perhaps wake him up. Asuka glared.
"Shinji," she growled, "the kitchen is in the other direction..." She let her voice trail off, her tone hinting at impending violence if her "request" wasn't taken care of *now*.
He either didn't hear or ignored her completely as he entered the bathroom, shutting the door. Asuka's jaw dropped. Was he openly defying her? This just couldn't be allowed. A house-broken male, as pathetic as they were, should behave like a house-broken male and that meant following orders. She stomped towards the bathroom. Pressing her ear up against the door, she heard the sink running and Shinji splashing water onto his face. She practically ripped the door off its hinges as she "opened" it, her face a mask of fury. Surging into the room, she grabbed Shinji by the collar and slammed him against the wall. She leaned in *real* close to his face and began to shout.
"BAKA! I TOLD YOU TO GO MAKE BREAKFAST!" She literally threw him down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen, then began to stalk towards his crumpled form. Shinji scrambled to his feet and backed into the kitchen, muttering apologies. Thankfully, this placated Asuka as she went to go watch television.
Shinji stood in the kitchen, thinking to himself as Asuka's breakfast cooked. He frowned at the thoughts that were crossing his mind.
"Why's she always so mean to me? I'm nice to her. I cook for her, clean for her... I even care for her, a little I guess. But it's like she gets a huge kick out of finding an excuse to cause me pain...it's starting to make me annoyed..." He looked over at her omelet, thankfully snapping out of his reverie before he burned the food. Flipping it onto a plate and adding a couple pieces of toast, he set it on the table and called to her.
"Asuka, its ready!"
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Shinji and Asuka sat quietly at the table, across from each other. Asuka was eating her omelet while Shinji just sat, watching her. Having nothing better to do, Asuka decided she should take offense to this.
"Hentai! Stop staring at me!" Shinji, who hadn't even realized he was staring, blushed and looked down.
"Gomen, Asuka." She jerked forward in her chair.
"And don't start apologizing for everything either! Kami-sama, you can't do anything right!" She paused for a minute to finish the last bite of her breakfast, then continued her tirade. "I don't know why I even grace you with my presence! I can't believe-" She stopped suddenly as Shinji stood and whisked her plate over to the sink where he proceeded to wash it.
"Baka Shinji, are you even listening to me?!" She stood and stalked over to Shinji, raising her arm to backhand him. "Pay attention when I tal-" She never finished the sentence. The room blurred around her as her body registered itself hitting the floor rather forcefully. Then she registered another fact... she couldn't breathe! She looked down to see what was causing this problem and her jaw dropped (metaphorically, as she couldn't move much in the position she was in). Shinji's foot was *on her throat*! He grinned manically and spoke in a deadly soft whisper.
"All you had to do was show a little kindness. But no, you just had to keep pushing." He leaned in closer, keeping the pressure on as she started to claw ineffectively at his leg. "Well, you know what? You're pretty fucked now! Whatchya gonna do? Beg? Cry?" She was giving dry gasps now, desperately trying to get some air into her lungs. "Well, too bad."
It was a full minute later, as Asuka was beginning to pass out, when Shinji finally took mercy on her. Removing his foot he stepped back, allowing air to flood her lungs. She sucked it in greedily and coughed hard, her now bruised throat reminding her that it was only a few minutes ago that she was nearly dead. She staggered upright to face Shinji, who was looking at her with disgust in his eyes. He spoke again before she could.
"You know, I actually cared for you. I would almost go as far as to call it the beginnings of love. But you took that and threw it all away, you know that?" He got in her face, his voice dropping to a deadly smooth whisper. "Don't think I don't hear you crying at night. You wonder why no one loves you. Well, let me ask you something, Second Child. Did you ever look at yourself?" He slapped her again, viciously, sending her back to the floor with the force of the blow. Averting his eyes, he turned his back on her and walked out. The last sound she heard was the front door closing as he left. The sound echoed in the apartment, then was drowned out as it was filled with the sounds of her tears.
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End Chapter 1
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End Note: Wow, dark fiction is hard to write when you don't have a lot of practice at it. I know I'm gonna get shouted at for "OOC OOC OOC", so let me explain before you all lynch me. Look at how Shinji acted during combat with the fourteenth angel. He was going to RIP THE BLOODY HEAD OFF! If that's not repressed anger, I don't know what is. All this fic does is release that anger in another direction, namely Asuka. I'm also playing off of Asuka's insecurities. She tried to get close to Shinji unconsciously, while at the same time she pushed herself away from him painfully. When she realized she had finally truly lost him...
Um... you can all put the ropes and torches away... no, really, you can...
Anyways, I'm getting off track. More shall be revealed in the next chapter!
Please read and review!
Your loving author,
Sithanas