A/N – This is something that came to me not too long ago. For this fic, assume the two new movies are the universe at hand, and I'm picking up shortly after Shinji tried to save Rei. For the sake of this fic, assume he didn't save Rei, but avoided the Third Impact. Let's see where it goes…
Chapter 1: Shikinami's Choice
I fought it at first. With all my might, I swear to you I fought it, but some things simply are not meant to be avoided. I was ignorant, saying that I couldn't live anywhere else outside of the angel. Sure, on a humanistic sense I do suppose this is true, but in the sense of reality, nothing is further from the truth. I have supreme power without being a god; I am all knowing without opening my eyes to the world; I am eternally wise, regardless of the fact that I'm no more than twenty years along in my life.
Years… funny how that words strikes fear into people. With time, undoubtedly, comes change, and all humans fear change. Ex-pilot Shikinami is far from an exception. Shortly after my assumed death, the last of the angels were killed, leaving the remaining pilots somewhat drifting in oblivion. They were regarded as heroes – rock stars almost – but this fame only lasts so long when they don't have anything else to give. Time has become irrelevant to me, but I know very well that it hasn't become so to my former peers. Some would call me a guardian angel, but I simply consider myself a watcher of things to come. I have the power to intervene, but I know it is better if I stay out of any meddling. Plus, the human aspect of me is still very much present, and I love to watch her suffer.
I find the most pleasure when I'm physically inside the person I'm watching, and more than anything with her, I like to place myself in her shoes. I can't control what she does, but I think what she thinks, feel what she feels, and know what she knows. This is a girl that is far from new to the world and how it works. She had all the right curves a boy would want, and those curves only matured into something all men desired. A modern day Aphrodite. But I get ahead of myself… no, her story, I assume, starts just a few weeks after the final angel fell. I love to reply the scenario in my mind.
-Five years ago-
-Misato's Apartment, Asuka's Mind-
"Another day, another interview," I fall back onto my bed, surrounded in the boxes that were never unpacked, and carefully rub my bad eye. I've been able to walk around without the eye patch for a few days now, but it's still ridiculously sensitive to light, leaving me with a pounding headache by day's end. Shinji and I got back from the interview with some talk show host I've never heard of not long ago, but the actual interview ended hours previous. Just since the angels stopped coming, we've been invited all around the world to talk, but we haven't left the comfort of Japan. In fact, I was supposed to head back to Germany, but… well, frankly, I like it here. I like the party scene.
Misato had no idea Shinji and I went club hopping after the interview. Sure, we're barely fifteen, but no bouncer in the world would deny their saviors from entering. We don't drink – that's not my thing and he's too scared – but we certainly do have fun. We spent the night at a relatively shady part of the Red Light District, and another one of our endorphin-induced groping sessions unfolded in the back of the club up against the wall. I'm still very much a virgin, but the call of the wild can only be tamed for so long. When Shinji gets ahold of me, he turns into a completely different person… someone that almost scares me. He takes control; he knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. That's not to say I don't enjoy it, because saying that I do is an understatement. I'd never in a thousand years date that wimp, but as a boy toy he's more than enough. Sure, he gets to feel me, kiss me, and do almost anything short of penetration, but I get to be felt. He worships my body, it really is as simple as that. He's no man, but he sure as hell acts like one when he gets it up. Probably a throw back from his father, no doubt.
It started off innocent enough. The last day we were in plug suits – something about erasing our psyche from our Evas or the like – was quite… odd, to say the least. I suppose none of this would have happened if Nerv hadn't been so cheap as to only offer a single locker room with a thin sheet separating the two of us. While still in my plug suit, I realize that I went into the wrong side of the sheet, leaving Shinji and I in opposite 'stalls' to change. I tell him to switch spots with me, and he does so compliantly as he always does, but a certain wandering eye of his caught my attention. All I did was give him an aggressive smirk as I changed into my normal school clothes as he watched.
From there things naturally evolved. Watching me turned into kissing me, which turned into feeling me, which turned into one step before the actual intercourse. He knows not to overstep the boundaries, because the second he does, I'm out. I've never said it outwardly to him, but I refuse to be taken by the likes of him. I want a real man, not some punk that just so happens to have a wild streak. Never getting off, though, doesn't quite work either… much needed relief was always done on my own. I won't be controlled that much by him. When I was done, I didn't even bother changing out of my clothes – I just rolled onto my side, got my panting under control, and fell asleep. Not a bad night, if I do say so myself.
"Breakfast," Shinji calls out from the kitchen, and there was clearly more than one person rustling around out there. Now that Nerv is essentially dead, Misato has a lot more free time, though I have no idea where she's getting money from.
"You slept like that?" Misato spoke through the beer can to her lips with a raised eyebrow. I was still in my crimson red sun dress that I unfortunately forgot about.
"Yeah, I was wiped last night," I sat in front of the plate of basic breakfast food already made up, "I'm starting to get sick of these interviews, seriously. Sure, we're getting paid, but it's just annoying. Don't you think, Shinji?"
"I don't mind it. At least they're acknowledging us," of course he would like the attention, "But on that topic, what's going to happen to Nerv?" Misato finished off her beer, but lacking that certain pizazz she usually has.
"They're keeping it open, but firing almost all employees. Luckily, they kept me on the payroll. But I'm more interested in you two," she leans back and crosses her arms, "What time did you get home last night?"
"Seven," without a beat, I answer. The quicker you lie, the more believable it is!
"Interesting, because I called you at eight and you didn't answer. Care to try another lie or do you just want to tell me the truth?" wow, she's actually pretty good when she wants to be, "Keep in mind you're under my roof. That goes for you too, Shinji," great, that idiot will break under any kind of pressure.
"Fine, we went to a party yesterday after the interview. It wasn't a big deal, I just thought that it'd be nice to unwind, you know?" she didn't need to know the party wasn't at a friend's house.
"What did you two do at the club, if I may ask?" how did she…? A few seconds of silence passes before she closes her eyes and speaks up again, "Shinji, would you mind stepping out for a few minutes? I need to talk to Asuka. Alone."
"Yes, ma'am," don't you dare leave me! Being the spineless boy he was, he was soon out of the room.
"Having fun with him?" the instant the front door closed, she opened her eyes with a cold look on her face, "Hm?" there's no point in trying to hide anymore, I guess…
"Yeah, I am," I tried to speak as confidently as I could, "I may not be an adult, but I'm more than capable of choosing when I'm ready to-"
"I agree completely," then what the hell is this about? "But he isn't. You may not know this, but he's still mourning over Rei. The same way you're using him, he's using you. Do you really think he's looking at you when you let him have his way? He's thinking of Rei. Now, you might not care, but the fact of the matter is that it's unhealthy for him. Since Rei died, he's been on antidepressants, which is why his attitude has changed recently. He loved that girl, Asuka, and you're not letting him heal."
"It's not my problem if he's love struck. Plus, what teenage guy wouldn't want this?" I hold out my arms for emphasis, which clearly pissed her off, "I'm doing him a favor. And for your information, we haven't slept together. We haven't even gotten each other off. You don't have to believe me, but it's the truth," I get up and start to storm off to my room. Why is it my problem that he can't move on? I'm not his mother!
"You may not care for him, but you should at least have common courtesy," oh, like she's one to talk! She's been leading Kaji on for years! I brush out my dress, thank the lord it's not wrinkled, and storm out of the house. I don't need this from her! I've lived my entire life without her help, and I damn sure can continue doing it! No, you know what? Forget this! I have plenty of money saved up – I can rent out a monthly hotel. I'm not about to be treated like some child.
"If you need me, you have my phone number," I walk quickly past Shinji, clenching my fists and jaw with enough force to make diamonds. He called after me, but I couldn't so much as pay a single bit of attention to him.
-Present-
-Rei's Mind-
I couldn't help but break a small smile at that whole incident. If she had just turned around and stopped being a brat or at least calmed down, she would have been fine. None of this would have ever happened, and hey, who knows? She could have made it to the age of twenty.
A/N – Not really much to say here… what do you guys think? You can pretty much tell where the story is generally going, so tell me if it's worth continuing. I know this was a short chapter, but it's only an intro. I usually average 5k-10k words per chapter. I'll see you all next chapter, so keep on keepin' on!
