Disclaimer: Is my name in the credits? No. Therefore I don't own Evangelion.
Sorry this is late - been busy.
Forgive ooc-ishness. For a fuller explanation of what's going on read Part 1. Well, that's stating the bloody obvious.
Oh and seele's in script format. It's easier to digest like that- don't ask me why.
Anyhu, the show must go on ...
CHAPTER 1
A dreamer dreams. What of?
Four pillars.
One of gold.
One of blue.
One, a jet black.
One, a soothing purple.
Slowly, the purple began to fade.
The gold pillar grew larger, filling the dreamers view.
It swallowed the dreamer whole, her world becoming a painful existence of harsh light.
Asuka awoke.
A beam of light lanced through the gap in her curtains. She glanced over to the clock beside her bed. It flicked over to a new minute and began beeping. She grinned evilly.
There was a loud crash.
Asuka emerged from her room later, picking bits of plastic off of her hand. The dream was a rapidly fading memory. She was fully dressed in her school uniform. She scanned the kitchen, vaguely looking for something to eat. The place was a mess. Asuka had only just realised how much work Shinji must have done to keep the place clean.
Misato had never been up to the task of cleaning, and the apartment had degenerated into the bachelorette pad it was before Shinji arrived. Asuka occasionally tried to help tidy, but the amount of effort needed to even make a dent in the squalid apartment was beyond her.
Well, it was not that bad. Asuka was just lazy.
Finding nothing edible, she decided to go get breakfast at some cafe. It was the first day of school today. She would be seeing Hikari again, probably the only good thing about today.
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Art knocked on a door in a decrepit apartment building. He smiled. It had been two weeks since he arrived in Japan, probably the only Englishman in Tokyo-3 right now. He ran a hand through his raven hair, thinking about the first time he met the person whose door he was knocking on. First impressions had never been that good, but now he ranked her as one of his few friends in the city.
The wind kicked up his clothing. He wore a white shirt with black trousers, the uniform of the school he would be attending from now on. Truth be told, he was not looking forward to today. Oh, it was all right for the other pilots, this was just back to the norm for them, but for Art it would be new faces, new crowds. He hated crowds.
And crowded best described the city now. Re-construction after successive angel strikes had been swift, and now people were returning in great numbers to the city. Which was why they re-opened the school.
The door opened and Art grinned a fresh. The blue haired girl looked at him curiously. "You are early."
Art glanced at his watch, "Only by ten minutes. You ready?"
"Yes."
"Well, let's go then."
Art waited through the now familiar ceremony of Rei locking her door very carefully. It seemed odd to him, but he had been visiting this door for a fortnight now, and yet he had never seen the inside of the apartment. He mentally shrugged. It was not important. Besides he had more pressing things to worry about now. First days at a new school would do that to you.
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Maya sat down at her console, idly logging in with one hand. With the other, she picked up a mug resting on her console and threw it over her shoulder.
Aoba, sat down, logged in on his console, picked up his mug, and threw it over his shoulder.
"Gneh! That had stuff in it!"
Aoba grinned, and looked over at Hyuga, holding two mugs. There was a brown stain across his shirt. "Oops."
Hyuga grumbled and rolled his chair over to the small counter which had the coffee pot. Aoba looked over at Maya, who was flicking through the duty roster, with no real interest. Today would be slow. All the follow up to the recent attack was done, and the three were looking forward to just sitting around, playing Solitaire again.
"Aren't you playing teacher today?"
"No, they go back to school today."
"Well, good for you."
"I guess. Giving out homework was fun though. Less fun marking it though."
"Well, it's not like you were getting paid for it."
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... plink ...
A single droplet of water sent ripples throughout an orange lake.
The form of Shinji Ikari floated in the lake, and let the ripples wash over him. With each wave, a sense of shame washed over him. With each passing of the ripple he felt pain. As he felt the next wave arrive he felt a giddy sense of excitement.
... splash ...
Something larger than a water droplet hit, and Shinji looked up to see a giant apparently gripping something small, arm stretched out. As Shinji looked, he felt nothing but fear. But what scared him more was the sense of comfortable familiarity.
He shut his eyes.
And opened them to find himself sitting in the entry plug, no more than a torture chamber to him. The viewer held but one image. An outstretched purple arm, clasping a silver haired boy. He was smiling serenely.
"You may kill me again if you wish."
Shinji shuddered and gave no answer. "I will not stop you. It was my choice to die."
"Doesn't, .. it doesn't make it right."
The silver haired boy raised an eyebrow. "But this is the simpler solution, is it not?"
Shinji looked up sharply, "So?!"
"I hurt you, didn't I?"
No response.
"Yes, I wounded you to your core." Kawarou looked puzzled. "These are your words not mine."
Kawarou's eyes flicked from left to right. "I see, this is the me that you keep in your heart. You prefer to talk to yourself though the voices of others. Why?"
No response.
"So you hide from yourself. You feel the pain caused by others and yourself and yet when you confront it you feel more pain. So you run?"
"Yes."
"But what if you can no longer run?"
"I do not know."
"Such as now?"
"Yes."
"So take the simple option left to you."
"And that is?"
"The one I offer."
Shinji closed his eyes. A tear was squeezed out of one eye. He could not bear to watch.
But he felt it.
There was only a slight pressure, as he felt his hand close.
... plink ...
A pause...
... splash ...
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In the waking world, Shinji Ikari was curled up on a hospital bed. There was a calming beep of a heart monitor. Sunlight shafted in through the windows, just stopping short of the bed.
The body of Shinji Ikari lay still.
But his hand was closed.
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Dark room.
Dark obelisks.
Blood red letters.
Seele2: Ikari has gone too far.
Seele3: He must be brought to account for his threats.
Seele7: Perhaps we should wait?
All obelisks fell silent.
Seele1: Explain.
Seele6: We do not know how certain third parties acquired the knowledge to build evangelion.
Seele12: Should that bother us?
Seele4: We have the capacity to build far more than that which we have.
Seele8: Then perhaps we should build more?
Seele7: Yes, a great host of angels.
Selee1: The continued production of the eva series is appealing.
Seele6: So we shall wait?
Seele1: Yes.
Seele2: What of the other projects?
Seele7: They are of little importance.
Seele2: But considerable time and funds have been sent to them.
Seele3: Perhaps we should continue their operation for now.
Seele1: Agreed.
Seele7: The least they would do, would be to delay Ikari.
Seele5: True.
Selee1: Your time is nearing an end, Ikari.
Seele7: Soon our destiny will manifest.
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The lunch bell tolled, signalling an end to the morning lessons. The cafeteria erupted with students. There was a lot of gossip - they had been away for over a month now - mostly about new foreign transfer students.
Asuka sat by herself, and like so many before her, was prodding something wrapped in cellophane. She had no idea that the food was this bad. She prodded what she hoped was a sandwich again, in the vain hope that it would squeak, so that she would not even have to consider eating it.
She had gotten used to the really good meals that Shinji had made. Although she had never said it, they were very good. Which made going back to the instant stuff she had eaten during college much harder than it would otherwise have been. 'Damned Shinji.'
Tentatively she began to unwrap the 'sandwich', but was saved from eating it by an angry Hikari collapsing into the chair next to her. "That God damned perverted arrogant Brit!"
Asuka blinked in surprise. Hikari had been told to show Cooper around, but there had only been ten minutes since the bell had gone. Even Asuka could not believe someone could piss off Hikari that much in such a short amount of time. "So what did Cooper do?"
Hikari glared at Asuka, "He's a damned pervert!"
Asuka raised an eye brow and began grinning.
"What are you grinning at!"
"New boy getting to ya?"
Hikari growled. "Like you can talk. The first thing you did today was tell everyone how much that damned foreign boy pissed you off over the time we were away!"
Asuka shrugged, "So what'd he do?"
"He just ... he's so ... hell, I'm too angry to talk about it."
"Ah, speak of the devil."
Art walked past the two girls view, tray in his hands. He grinned at them both, and winked at Hikari. As he walked away, Hikari began gesticulating wildly, "See!"
Art walked over to Rei who was also prodding something wrapped in cellophane. She felt it was required of her to perform this ritual, although she could not tell the difference between this food and that which she ate normally. True she never made her own food, she usually ate from the Nerv personnel canteen. This was the first time she had eaten at the school, and all though she had never tried this food before, she had a sense that the experience would not be pleasant.
Art found a chair and dragged into a place opposite Rei. The table was a small one, tucked into the corner of the cafeteria. Rei glanced up, shocked that someone had come to sit with her. Art grinned.
Hikari's and Asuka's view was blocked by a group of girls wandering past. "What was that about?" asked Hikari.
"Oh, it's been like that for a while now. Cooper seems intent on drawing wonder girl's lousy personality out."
"What, him and Ayanami ..?"
Asuka looked at her friend in shock, "Wonder girl?!"
Hikari nodded, "Good point." She sighed, "I'm gonna have to show that arrogant pig around later."
"Didn't you just do that?"
"Nah, I told him to leave before I could finish. If I had to spend another minute with him, I'd probably end up killing him. That guy really bugs me."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
"Shut up."
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"But, but they're just kids!"
"I am aware of that fact Major."
Misato now stood in Gendo's darkened office, not noticing the man surreptitiously pulling a lamp from his desk and placing it in a cupboard. She was still in shock from the orders she had just received.
"Regardless, you shall lead an assault on the factory in the States."
"We cannot ask these children to kill other humans!"
Gendo raised an eyebrow, "We are not fighting for principles major. This is now for the survival of this organisation."
"But sir, they are not attacking. Should we really provoke the-"
"Major, any good officer knows that the best form of defence is offence."
"Sir, I must strongly recommend agai-"
"Your recommendation is noted. You will move out in two days."
"Two days!?"
"Dismissed."
"Please sir..."
"Dismissed."
She came to attention and saluted. She span on her heel and stalked out of the room, under the impassive gaze of Commander Ikari.
'He can't let them do this. They're too young to have blood on their hands.' But then she thought about each personality. Rei would do as she was ordered and would barely think twice about pulling a trigger. Asuka would probably be okay with it. She really could not tell with Art.
The orders were to go to a forward base, location classified, to attack a factory, the purpose of which was also classified. She hated procedure. She barely knew what the hell was going on. She disliked the fact that she was being kept in the dark, and she resented the commander asking her to leave the country when Shinji was in the state he was in.
But at least it would be a chance to get away from Hyuga. That mistake in the elevator had probably cost her his friendship, and she did not want to face that reality.
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Kensuke leaned against a wall, elbow resting on a water fountain. He was still in school, despite the bell having gone. He cracked open a can of coffee, and took a long pull, of the bitter, yet oh so satisfying liquid. He could go home. But there was no homework, so he could take his time. He thought about calling at Ikari's place, but if he did not show up at school, he probably did not want to be seen.
Truth be told, Kensuke was lonely. Touji was out of town, getting physio for his new prosthetics. He had not seen him for months, and the only person he had to talk to had been Hikari. That got old really quick though. She insisted on studying, even though there was no school, and while Kensuke may be a little wiser for the experience, it sure as hell was boring.
He sighed. That pretty much summed up his life. Boring.
A black haired boy skidded around a corner, and leant against the wall, panting. "Bloody ... hellfire... she ... can run ... fast." Kensuke looked on with an air of disbelief as the boy took a tentative look around the corner. Relaxing the boy eased his back against the wall, and breathed out.
"Um ...?"
The boy turned his head sharply, a look of terror passing across his face. The relief was evident when he saw it was Kensuke. "Not so loud, she might hear." He looked forward again. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
An angry voice was heard drifting across the now empty corridors, "Cooper! When I get my hands on you I'm gonna tear you a new ass!"
The boy sighed, "Bugger," he turned to Kensuke, "If a freckled Amazonian warrior comes around, you aint seen me, okay?" He did not wait for an answer and sprinted off down the corridor.
Hikari stalked around the corner not long after that. She glared at Kensuke, "Aida! Have you seen that damn English kid!"
Kensuke could only blink in shock.
She looked down the corridor, "Never mind! Cooper, get back here so I can beat your ass into the ground!"
There was a faint reply, "Sorry class rep. not into s&m!"
"What?! I'll kill you!" and with that she darted after him.
A few seconds after that, Rei Ayanami stepped lightly around the corner. She was smiling.
She saw Kensuke staring, "This is most amusing." Then she walked after the rapidly retreating Hikari, who was in turn in pursuit of a small dust cloud that was Art.
Kensuke blinked.
He blinked again. He stared in disbelief at the can in his hand. He shook his head, and poured the contents out into the fountain.
"Starting tomorrow, I'm switching to decaf."
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Author's notes:
Wow. Some people are really hostile to accs. It's really stifling creativity. A bit of advice to those with accs. Some people will like them. Some people won't. The key is to keep writing, and damn the flames yes, im looking at you, mr. anonymous flamer.
Also, those people asking me to keep Art away from other characters need to re-evaluate their personal lives. Just thinking about people like that gives me the jibblies.
Here they come again. The jibblies. shudders
Sorry this is late - been busy.
Forgive ooc-ishness. For a fuller explanation of what's going on read Part 1. Well, that's stating the bloody obvious.
Oh and seele's in script format. It's easier to digest like that- don't ask me why.
Anyhu, the show must go on ...
CHAPTER 1
A dreamer dreams. What of?
Four pillars.
One of gold.
One of blue.
One, a jet black.
One, a soothing purple.
Slowly, the purple began to fade.
The gold pillar grew larger, filling the dreamers view.
It swallowed the dreamer whole, her world becoming a painful existence of harsh light.
Asuka awoke.
A beam of light lanced through the gap in her curtains. She glanced over to the clock beside her bed. It flicked over to a new minute and began beeping. She grinned evilly.
There was a loud crash.
Asuka emerged from her room later, picking bits of plastic off of her hand. The dream was a rapidly fading memory. She was fully dressed in her school uniform. She scanned the kitchen, vaguely looking for something to eat. The place was a mess. Asuka had only just realised how much work Shinji must have done to keep the place clean.
Misato had never been up to the task of cleaning, and the apartment had degenerated into the bachelorette pad it was before Shinji arrived. Asuka occasionally tried to help tidy, but the amount of effort needed to even make a dent in the squalid apartment was beyond her.
Well, it was not that bad. Asuka was just lazy.
Finding nothing edible, she decided to go get breakfast at some cafe. It was the first day of school today. She would be seeing Hikari again, probably the only good thing about today.
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Art knocked on a door in a decrepit apartment building. He smiled. It had been two weeks since he arrived in Japan, probably the only Englishman in Tokyo-3 right now. He ran a hand through his raven hair, thinking about the first time he met the person whose door he was knocking on. First impressions had never been that good, but now he ranked her as one of his few friends in the city.
The wind kicked up his clothing. He wore a white shirt with black trousers, the uniform of the school he would be attending from now on. Truth be told, he was not looking forward to today. Oh, it was all right for the other pilots, this was just back to the norm for them, but for Art it would be new faces, new crowds. He hated crowds.
And crowded best described the city now. Re-construction after successive angel strikes had been swift, and now people were returning in great numbers to the city. Which was why they re-opened the school.
The door opened and Art grinned a fresh. The blue haired girl looked at him curiously. "You are early."
Art glanced at his watch, "Only by ten minutes. You ready?"
"Yes."
"Well, let's go then."
Art waited through the now familiar ceremony of Rei locking her door very carefully. It seemed odd to him, but he had been visiting this door for a fortnight now, and yet he had never seen the inside of the apartment. He mentally shrugged. It was not important. Besides he had more pressing things to worry about now. First days at a new school would do that to you.
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Maya sat down at her console, idly logging in with one hand. With the other, she picked up a mug resting on her console and threw it over her shoulder.
Aoba, sat down, logged in on his console, picked up his mug, and threw it over his shoulder.
"Gneh! That had stuff in it!"
Aoba grinned, and looked over at Hyuga, holding two mugs. There was a brown stain across his shirt. "Oops."
Hyuga grumbled and rolled his chair over to the small counter which had the coffee pot. Aoba looked over at Maya, who was flicking through the duty roster, with no real interest. Today would be slow. All the follow up to the recent attack was done, and the three were looking forward to just sitting around, playing Solitaire again.
"Aren't you playing teacher today?"
"No, they go back to school today."
"Well, good for you."
"I guess. Giving out homework was fun though. Less fun marking it though."
"Well, it's not like you were getting paid for it."
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... plink ...
A single droplet of water sent ripples throughout an orange lake.
The form of Shinji Ikari floated in the lake, and let the ripples wash over him. With each wave, a sense of shame washed over him. With each passing of the ripple he felt pain. As he felt the next wave arrive he felt a giddy sense of excitement.
... splash ...
Something larger than a water droplet hit, and Shinji looked up to see a giant apparently gripping something small, arm stretched out. As Shinji looked, he felt nothing but fear. But what scared him more was the sense of comfortable familiarity.
He shut his eyes.
And opened them to find himself sitting in the entry plug, no more than a torture chamber to him. The viewer held but one image. An outstretched purple arm, clasping a silver haired boy. He was smiling serenely.
"You may kill me again if you wish."
Shinji shuddered and gave no answer. "I will not stop you. It was my choice to die."
"Doesn't, .. it doesn't make it right."
The silver haired boy raised an eyebrow. "But this is the simpler solution, is it not?"
Shinji looked up sharply, "So?!"
"I hurt you, didn't I?"
No response.
"Yes, I wounded you to your core." Kawarou looked puzzled. "These are your words not mine."
Kawarou's eyes flicked from left to right. "I see, this is the me that you keep in your heart. You prefer to talk to yourself though the voices of others. Why?"
No response.
"So you hide from yourself. You feel the pain caused by others and yourself and yet when you confront it you feel more pain. So you run?"
"Yes."
"But what if you can no longer run?"
"I do not know."
"Such as now?"
"Yes."
"So take the simple option left to you."
"And that is?"
"The one I offer."
Shinji closed his eyes. A tear was squeezed out of one eye. He could not bear to watch.
But he felt it.
There was only a slight pressure, as he felt his hand close.
... plink ...
A pause...
... splash ...
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In the waking world, Shinji Ikari was curled up on a hospital bed. There was a calming beep of a heart monitor. Sunlight shafted in through the windows, just stopping short of the bed.
The body of Shinji Ikari lay still.
But his hand was closed.
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Dark room.
Dark obelisks.
Blood red letters.
Seele2: Ikari has gone too far.
Seele3: He must be brought to account for his threats.
Seele7: Perhaps we should wait?
All obelisks fell silent.
Seele1: Explain.
Seele6: We do not know how certain third parties acquired the knowledge to build evangelion.
Seele12: Should that bother us?
Seele4: We have the capacity to build far more than that which we have.
Seele8: Then perhaps we should build more?
Seele7: Yes, a great host of angels.
Selee1: The continued production of the eva series is appealing.
Seele6: So we shall wait?
Seele1: Yes.
Seele2: What of the other projects?
Seele7: They are of little importance.
Seele2: But considerable time and funds have been sent to them.
Seele3: Perhaps we should continue their operation for now.
Seele1: Agreed.
Seele7: The least they would do, would be to delay Ikari.
Seele5: True.
Selee1: Your time is nearing an end, Ikari.
Seele7: Soon our destiny will manifest.
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The lunch bell tolled, signalling an end to the morning lessons. The cafeteria erupted with students. There was a lot of gossip - they had been away for over a month now - mostly about new foreign transfer students.
Asuka sat by herself, and like so many before her, was prodding something wrapped in cellophane. She had no idea that the food was this bad. She prodded what she hoped was a sandwich again, in the vain hope that it would squeak, so that she would not even have to consider eating it.
She had gotten used to the really good meals that Shinji had made. Although she had never said it, they were very good. Which made going back to the instant stuff she had eaten during college much harder than it would otherwise have been. 'Damned Shinji.'
Tentatively she began to unwrap the 'sandwich', but was saved from eating it by an angry Hikari collapsing into the chair next to her. "That God damned perverted arrogant Brit!"
Asuka blinked in surprise. Hikari had been told to show Cooper around, but there had only been ten minutes since the bell had gone. Even Asuka could not believe someone could piss off Hikari that much in such a short amount of time. "So what did Cooper do?"
Hikari glared at Asuka, "He's a damned pervert!"
Asuka raised an eye brow and began grinning.
"What are you grinning at!"
"New boy getting to ya?"
Hikari growled. "Like you can talk. The first thing you did today was tell everyone how much that damned foreign boy pissed you off over the time we were away!"
Asuka shrugged, "So what'd he do?"
"He just ... he's so ... hell, I'm too angry to talk about it."
"Ah, speak of the devil."
Art walked past the two girls view, tray in his hands. He grinned at them both, and winked at Hikari. As he walked away, Hikari began gesticulating wildly, "See!"
Art walked over to Rei who was also prodding something wrapped in cellophane. She felt it was required of her to perform this ritual, although she could not tell the difference between this food and that which she ate normally. True she never made her own food, she usually ate from the Nerv personnel canteen. This was the first time she had eaten at the school, and all though she had never tried this food before, she had a sense that the experience would not be pleasant.
Art found a chair and dragged into a place opposite Rei. The table was a small one, tucked into the corner of the cafeteria. Rei glanced up, shocked that someone had come to sit with her. Art grinned.
Hikari's and Asuka's view was blocked by a group of girls wandering past. "What was that about?" asked Hikari.
"Oh, it's been like that for a while now. Cooper seems intent on drawing wonder girl's lousy personality out."
"What, him and Ayanami ..?"
Asuka looked at her friend in shock, "Wonder girl?!"
Hikari nodded, "Good point." She sighed, "I'm gonna have to show that arrogant pig around later."
"Didn't you just do that?"
"Nah, I told him to leave before I could finish. If I had to spend another minute with him, I'd probably end up killing him. That guy really bugs me."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
"Shut up."
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"But, but they're just kids!"
"I am aware of that fact Major."
Misato now stood in Gendo's darkened office, not noticing the man surreptitiously pulling a lamp from his desk and placing it in a cupboard. She was still in shock from the orders she had just received.
"Regardless, you shall lead an assault on the factory in the States."
"We cannot ask these children to kill other humans!"
Gendo raised an eyebrow, "We are not fighting for principles major. This is now for the survival of this organisation."
"But sir, they are not attacking. Should we really provoke the-"
"Major, any good officer knows that the best form of defence is offence."
"Sir, I must strongly recommend agai-"
"Your recommendation is noted. You will move out in two days."
"Two days!?"
"Dismissed."
"Please sir..."
"Dismissed."
She came to attention and saluted. She span on her heel and stalked out of the room, under the impassive gaze of Commander Ikari.
'He can't let them do this. They're too young to have blood on their hands.' But then she thought about each personality. Rei would do as she was ordered and would barely think twice about pulling a trigger. Asuka would probably be okay with it. She really could not tell with Art.
The orders were to go to a forward base, location classified, to attack a factory, the purpose of which was also classified. She hated procedure. She barely knew what the hell was going on. She disliked the fact that she was being kept in the dark, and she resented the commander asking her to leave the country when Shinji was in the state he was in.
But at least it would be a chance to get away from Hyuga. That mistake in the elevator had probably cost her his friendship, and she did not want to face that reality.
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Kensuke leaned against a wall, elbow resting on a water fountain. He was still in school, despite the bell having gone. He cracked open a can of coffee, and took a long pull, of the bitter, yet oh so satisfying liquid. He could go home. But there was no homework, so he could take his time. He thought about calling at Ikari's place, but if he did not show up at school, he probably did not want to be seen.
Truth be told, Kensuke was lonely. Touji was out of town, getting physio for his new prosthetics. He had not seen him for months, and the only person he had to talk to had been Hikari. That got old really quick though. She insisted on studying, even though there was no school, and while Kensuke may be a little wiser for the experience, it sure as hell was boring.
He sighed. That pretty much summed up his life. Boring.
A black haired boy skidded around a corner, and leant against the wall, panting. "Bloody ... hellfire... she ... can run ... fast." Kensuke looked on with an air of disbelief as the boy took a tentative look around the corner. Relaxing the boy eased his back against the wall, and breathed out.
"Um ...?"
The boy turned his head sharply, a look of terror passing across his face. The relief was evident when he saw it was Kensuke. "Not so loud, she might hear." He looked forward again. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
An angry voice was heard drifting across the now empty corridors, "Cooper! When I get my hands on you I'm gonna tear you a new ass!"
The boy sighed, "Bugger," he turned to Kensuke, "If a freckled Amazonian warrior comes around, you aint seen me, okay?" He did not wait for an answer and sprinted off down the corridor.
Hikari stalked around the corner not long after that. She glared at Kensuke, "Aida! Have you seen that damn English kid!"
Kensuke could only blink in shock.
She looked down the corridor, "Never mind! Cooper, get back here so I can beat your ass into the ground!"
There was a faint reply, "Sorry class rep. not into s&m!"
"What?! I'll kill you!" and with that she darted after him.
A few seconds after that, Rei Ayanami stepped lightly around the corner. She was smiling.
She saw Kensuke staring, "This is most amusing." Then she walked after the rapidly retreating Hikari, who was in turn in pursuit of a small dust cloud that was Art.
Kensuke blinked.
He blinked again. He stared in disbelief at the can in his hand. He shook his head, and poured the contents out into the fountain.
"Starting tomorrow, I'm switching to decaf."
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Author's notes:
Wow. Some people are really hostile to accs. It's really stifling creativity. A bit of advice to those with accs. Some people will like them. Some people won't. The key is to keep writing, and damn the flames yes, im looking at you, mr. anonymous flamer.
Also, those people asking me to keep Art away from other characters need to re-evaluate their personal lives. Just thinking about people like that gives me the jibblies.
Here they come again. The jibblies. shudders