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The Crimson Tenshi
by Rei Himura
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Disclaimer: I don't own FY, I just own myself. I don't really hate it so much, but hearing Miaka scream Tamahome's name 15 times per episode is enough to make me go nuts. Rei belongs to Gainax and those people who made Shin Seiki Evangelion. They rule. End.
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Rei lifted a weary crimson eye. Miaka, Tamahome, Nuriko, Chiriko, Hotohori and Mitsukake watched her. She closed her eyes again.
I'm dreaming. I'm in one of those anime soap operas the second child watches. But... I don't dream.
The girl with short blue hair suddenly sat upright on the soft bed. But she didn't recall her hospital bed to be comfortable or the least bit cushy. In fact, it was very much the exact opposite.
"You're awake."
"Finally."
"Konbanwa."
"EEEYYYAAAAAA!!!!!!" shielding herself, Rei backed up on the bed as her soft hazel eyes widened and took in her surroundings. Miaka Yuuki grinned at her and pushed a white porcelain plate decked with goodies, Tamahome was beside her but was far too engrossed in a small pouch in his hands.
That's my wallet. Where is my cell phone? Ikari-sama? Ikari-kun? Tasukete!
A movement to her left alerted her senses and she jumped further behind to see Mitsukake seated at the edge of the bed. His hands were outstretched, holding on to a roll of bandages. Rei blinked. She looked from FY cast, to bed, to her state of near-nakedness, to the FY cast and then she screamed.
"HENTAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"What the hell was that?" Tasuki looked up from playing cards with Kouji. His bandit comrade shrugged and layed down his cards.
"I win." he stated simply.
"WHAT?!?!?! HOW IS THAT F#&@&^G POSSIBLE?!?!?! YOU CHEATED YOU B&#^@$D!!!"
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"Hey hey. Relax, these guys here won't hurt you." Miaka cooed softly to Rei. The girl was hiding underneath the soft silk covers mumbling to herself.
"This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. Oh kami-sama, please tell me this is not happening." chanting the words repeatedly to herself. She couldn't believe it. She was sucked into that horrifying anime. The one that constantly plagued her dreams... or nightmares.
After what seemed like decades, Rei finally poked her head from down under. She eyed Miaka with such scrutiny one thought she was already gauging what her blood type was, the number of bones in her body and whether or not she had a brain. *Which we all know she doesn't* She got out of the bed and pulled the red silk robes around her slim and athletic body tighter. The rich colour only brought out the intensity of her crimson eyes.
"How did I get here?" she asked, an eye raised in a threateningly questioning manner. Miaka smiled and helped herself to a meat pie on the table as she recounted the tale.
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"Mou Tamahome! We've only just been to five restaurants. One more one hurt right?" Miaka whined to her equally brainless koibito. Tamahome groaned. He was as bloated as a puffer fish. He gave a non-committal groan which Miaka mistook as a 'no' and was dragged away to a seafood outlet to the south of Kounam.
"Miaka!"
"Chichiri! Chiriko! Tasuki! What are you all doing here?" the brunette stooped over to catch her breath. Tamahome blundered somewhere behind her, as round as a ball.
"Hey fellas!" he managed when he finally caught up with them.
"My goodness Tamahome, you resemble a ball." commented Mitsukake.
"Or more like those bubbles with the NyanNyans inside." chirped a voice from behind.
"Nuriko!!!" Miaka shouted and hugged the purple-haired bishounen. The latter smiled softly and hugged her back.
"Well, what are -you- people doing here? I was just out to have my hair washed." The Suzaku shichiseishii blinked and sweatdropped. Nuriko played with his hair, which had an amazing amount of flora in it. He looked like a flower arrangement.
"We were just shopping no da!" Chichiri replied when he finally found his tongue.
"I was looking for the new shipment of scrolls from Hokkan-koku." added Chiriko.
"I just wanted to walk." Mitsukake added softly. Silence enveloped the group for awhile when suddenly, out of nowhere, a purple glow surrounded them, accompanied by a bright flash of light.
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"I remember the light." Rei mumbled as Miaka paused to help herself to her 9th meat pie. She looked at Rei, her eyes wide and round as her odangos.
"I remember it now..." she whispered to herself.
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"Hai. Ikari-kun."
"Hmm?" Shinji Ikari turned to face the blue-haired entity named Ayanami Rei. Her face was blank and her expression impassive as per usual. Yet somehow he detected something different.
"Will you walk me home?" came the cold question. Shinji blinked and then nodded his head.
"Okay." The pair headed down the road in comfortable yet stony silence. They paused at a traffic light and then the First Children suddenly spoke.
"I've always wondered why the Shito fight us. They're Shito, supposedly creatures or beings of Kami's creation. Do you know why Ikari-kun?" Shinji shrugged.
"I don't know myself. But they shouldn't be called Shito if they fight us. Shito are supposed to be kind and benevolent. They are Angels after all. And Angels were supposed to help and love mankind." the traffic light flashed to the green man and the pair walked on.
"Do you enjoy piloting Ikari-kun?"
"Do you Ayanami?"
"I... I don't know."
"Same here. Sometimes it's nice... sometimes it isn't. It all depends. The first time was the hardest."
"The first time is always the hardest." they had reached her block and were now in the elevator. Silence reigned again, but it didn't last for more than a few minutes.
"Ikari-kun."
"H-hai?"
"Arigatou." the lift stopped and dinged open. Rei stepped out and then without warning, planted a light kiss on Shinji's lips. As she stepped back, she was suddenly enveloped in a pillar of bright light. Shinji shielded his eyes from the intense glare and staggered back, his bookbag dropping to the floor. But as quickly as it came, it left, leaving the young male alone.
"Ayanami?"
No answer.
"Ayanami?"
No response.
"AYANAMI!!!"
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"Okay, so there was the light and then you landed on Chichiri. Poor Chichiri, he was no da-ing all the way back to the palace."
"I bet he's more injured than I am..." Rei added in. Poor Chichiri. She would go visit him and apologize and then leave. She looked around the room and spotted her school uniform. The blue pinafore and white blouse. The red ribbon was nowhere to be found.
"Ne... have you seen my ribbon?" Rei asked Miaka as the girl got up and now stood beside her. She was slightly taller than Miaka. The girl was definately more rounder and more well-endowed than she was. But being an Evangelion pilot too had its own perks. Rei had underwent intensive training in self-defense when she began her career as a pilot. At least she could hold any ill-minded bakas on her own and not rely on bishounen to save her every time she absent-mindedly fell into a fast-streaming river. Rei narrowed her eyes. I could use a nicer figure... Then her forehead furrowed in confusion and puzzlement.
What's happening to me?
"Nuriko borrowed your ribbon for awhile."
"Oh... okay. Do you know where Chichiri-san is? I'd like to apologize and then head on home." Rei turned to her side and zipped up her skirt. She shook her head and finger-combed her hair.
"He's in the chamber down the hall. Third door with a green phoenix." Miaka accompanied her outside and then suddenly recalled an appointment with her koibito.
"Gomen ne, I never caught your name." she said almost apologetically.
"My name is Mi-"
"Miaka. Miaka Yuuki. Watashiwa Ayanami Rei." Miaka watched the girl walk down the hall with an air of confidence and authority. How did she know her name and what's with her high and mighty attitude? She shrugged her shoulders and headed off in the opposite direction. She was having lunch with Tamahome in the garden. The thought brightened her spirits and she skipped out.
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Knock knock.
Chichiri moaned. Who was it now? Tasuki had came in earlier, drunk and yelling. It was supposed to cheer him up. Some sort of get well soon performance. But all it did was make his headache worse. His head throbbed and the last thing he needed was a another drunk rendition of Tasuki's bandit dance. He groaned and shut his good eye. His back was facing the door and he couldn't see who it was.
Rei entered quietly carrying a tea tray. She found a table near the bed side and placed the tray on it. She hoped that by bringing the peace offering, she could at least make up for the damage she had inflicted on the male. She cleared her throat.
"Ano..."
"Look Tasuki, I'm not in the mood for your dance no da! Please leave me alone no da!" Chichiri turned around and was shocked to find the girl from earlier on instead of the copper-haired male. She has blue hair too. He blinked, she blinked. Then they realised his state of undress and the girl hurriedly turned her head away, blushing.
"G-gomen n-nasai. Didn't mean to disturb you. I'll be off now. Sorry for falling on you." Rei was prepared to bolt out of the room when he suddenly called her back.
"Wait." it was a plea. A request? Or a command. Maybe all of that but the girl paused in her steps, her back facing him, her breathing ragged. Her face was flushed. Suddenly it dawned on Rei. She was completely unlike herself. She was... more responsive than before. And she was blushing. The only time she blushed was when Ikari-kun had said she would make a good mother. If he only knew...
She could hear cloth rustling behind her and dared not move. Her body was stiff and rigid. She wondered if her heart had suddenly stopped. She couldn't feel her own pulse.
"You may turn now." Chichiri said softly. He had managed to grab an indigo-coloured robe hanging by the side of the bed. The girl didn't move, he wondered if she had heard him. He opened his mouth to repeat his statement when she finally turned around to face him... slowly. Her head was bowed, her eyes shaded and obstructed. Chichiri noticed the tea on the table and smiled.
"Care for some tea?" he asked her, his voice light and inviting. Rei looked up, the blushing had faded somewhat and there was a look of confusion on her face. Maybe the fall had caused her a concussion. She blinked innocently at him. Her crimson eyes amazed him somewhat. He had never known anyone to have such red eyes not caused by illness. She nodded her head mutely and he ushered her to seat at the edge of the bed. Rei sat down silently, her eyes somehow fixed onto the green teapot. It had strange carvings on it, some of it were images and the rest words. She couldn't quite make out what it was. They were not hiragana, katakana nor kanji. Something she had never come across before. Chichiri found her gaze on the teapot and smiled to himself.
"Nuriko's pot. Should have known. He loves this crockery. I wonder how you managed to pry it out of his room, or even more so, his hands and sight." Chichiri asked jokingly. Rei looked at him.
"A lady with purple-hair passed it to me. She said to bring this to your room. Who is Nuriko? And who is that lady?" Rei was puzzled. Why did the lady hand her another person's property. That was... that was dishonest. She had a good mind to return the teapot back to Nuriko and apologize on the lady's behalf. It was a beautiful piece Rei admitted. She ehard Chichiri laugh and she became even more confused. This was another new emotion. She was rarely confused back in Tokyo-3. She knew things, she knew what was going on. But here, wherever here may be, she had no idea what was happening. She wished she could go home.
"Oh that -was- Nuriko." poor girl, she looked so lost and confused. She seemed very charming when she was confused, with the red streak across her nose and the colour in her cheeks. Kami-sama knew she needed some colour, she seemed so pale. He was afraid she was dead when she had fallen on top of him, unconscious.
"But that was..."
"Yes. I know this may seem albeit unusual for you. Nuriko is a man... who dresses up as a woman." he saw Rei gasp and chuckled inwardly.
"Come on... have some tea. It would do good to wipe off a little bit of that confusion on your face." Rei blushed again and sought out solace in the tea cup. She gulped the contents unknowingly and was soon left with an empty cup.
"Here, have some more." Rei held out her hands so that he may pour the tea into it. Chichiri took the cup from her. But when their hands brushed, there was an electrical tingling that ran up and down their backs. Rei gasped. Chichiri gulped. She looked away and he contented himself with refilling her tea cup.
What is this I am feeling? Why do I blush so much? Where am I? Why am I here? so many questions. Not a single answer. Ayanami Rei shut her eyes tightly for awhile as a searing pain shot up her head. She fell back on the bed, the tea tray clattering beside her.
"Hey! Mitsukake!" Chichiri called out before he rushed to the girl's side and lifted her up so that she could lay properly on his bed. She was petite but not frail. The firmness of her body as he carried her had told him so. Whatever it was, Chichiri noted as Mitsukake rushed in and checked on her, the girl was not like any other. She was something else.
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Author's Notes: This, was random. I have no idea how it came out. But a ncie cross-over edition no? Hehehe. Comment if you want me to continue this. I don't know, but I have a bad habit of not being able to complete stuff since I very much likely tend to lose interest in them. Come on, spur my interest. ^_^.
The Crimson Tenshi
by Rei Himura
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Disclaimer: I don't own FY, I just own myself. I don't really hate it so much, but hearing Miaka scream Tamahome's name 15 times per episode is enough to make me go nuts. Rei belongs to Gainax and those people who made Shin Seiki Evangelion. They rule. End.
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Rei lifted a weary crimson eye. Miaka, Tamahome, Nuriko, Chiriko, Hotohori and Mitsukake watched her. She closed her eyes again.
I'm dreaming. I'm in one of those anime soap operas the second child watches. But... I don't dream.
The girl with short blue hair suddenly sat upright on the soft bed. But she didn't recall her hospital bed to be comfortable or the least bit cushy. In fact, it was very much the exact opposite.
"You're awake."
"Finally."
"Konbanwa."
"EEEYYYAAAAAA!!!!!!" shielding herself, Rei backed up on the bed as her soft hazel eyes widened and took in her surroundings. Miaka Yuuki grinned at her and pushed a white porcelain plate decked with goodies, Tamahome was beside her but was far too engrossed in a small pouch in his hands.
That's my wallet. Where is my cell phone? Ikari-sama? Ikari-kun? Tasukete!
A movement to her left alerted her senses and she jumped further behind to see Mitsukake seated at the edge of the bed. His hands were outstretched, holding on to a roll of bandages. Rei blinked. She looked from FY cast, to bed, to her state of near-nakedness, to the FY cast and then she screamed.
"HENTAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"What the hell was that?" Tasuki looked up from playing cards with Kouji. His bandit comrade shrugged and layed down his cards.
"I win." he stated simply.
"WHAT?!?!?! HOW IS THAT F#&@&^G POSSIBLE?!?!?! YOU CHEATED YOU B&#^@$D!!!"
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"Hey hey. Relax, these guys here won't hurt you." Miaka cooed softly to Rei. The girl was hiding underneath the soft silk covers mumbling to herself.
"This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening. Oh kami-sama, please tell me this is not happening." chanting the words repeatedly to herself. She couldn't believe it. She was sucked into that horrifying anime. The one that constantly plagued her dreams... or nightmares.
After what seemed like decades, Rei finally poked her head from down under. She eyed Miaka with such scrutiny one thought she was already gauging what her blood type was, the number of bones in her body and whether or not she had a brain. *Which we all know she doesn't* She got out of the bed and pulled the red silk robes around her slim and athletic body tighter. The rich colour only brought out the intensity of her crimson eyes.
"How did I get here?" she asked, an eye raised in a threateningly questioning manner. Miaka smiled and helped herself to a meat pie on the table as she recounted the tale.
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"Mou Tamahome! We've only just been to five restaurants. One more one hurt right?" Miaka whined to her equally brainless koibito. Tamahome groaned. He was as bloated as a puffer fish. He gave a non-committal groan which Miaka mistook as a 'no' and was dragged away to a seafood outlet to the south of Kounam.
"Miaka!"
"Chichiri! Chiriko! Tasuki! What are you all doing here?" the brunette stooped over to catch her breath. Tamahome blundered somewhere behind her, as round as a ball.
"Hey fellas!" he managed when he finally caught up with them.
"My goodness Tamahome, you resemble a ball." commented Mitsukake.
"Or more like those bubbles with the NyanNyans inside." chirped a voice from behind.
"Nuriko!!!" Miaka shouted and hugged the purple-haired bishounen. The latter smiled softly and hugged her back.
"Well, what are -you- people doing here? I was just out to have my hair washed." The Suzaku shichiseishii blinked and sweatdropped. Nuriko played with his hair, which had an amazing amount of flora in it. He looked like a flower arrangement.
"We were just shopping no da!" Chichiri replied when he finally found his tongue.
"I was looking for the new shipment of scrolls from Hokkan-koku." added Chiriko.
"I just wanted to walk." Mitsukake added softly. Silence enveloped the group for awhile when suddenly, out of nowhere, a purple glow surrounded them, accompanied by a bright flash of light.
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"I remember the light." Rei mumbled as Miaka paused to help herself to her 9th meat pie. She looked at Rei, her eyes wide and round as her odangos.
"I remember it now..." she whispered to herself.
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"Hai. Ikari-kun."
"Hmm?" Shinji Ikari turned to face the blue-haired entity named Ayanami Rei. Her face was blank and her expression impassive as per usual. Yet somehow he detected something different.
"Will you walk me home?" came the cold question. Shinji blinked and then nodded his head.
"Okay." The pair headed down the road in comfortable yet stony silence. They paused at a traffic light and then the First Children suddenly spoke.
"I've always wondered why the Shito fight us. They're Shito, supposedly creatures or beings of Kami's creation. Do you know why Ikari-kun?" Shinji shrugged.
"I don't know myself. But they shouldn't be called Shito if they fight us. Shito are supposed to be kind and benevolent. They are Angels after all. And Angels were supposed to help and love mankind." the traffic light flashed to the green man and the pair walked on.
"Do you enjoy piloting Ikari-kun?"
"Do you Ayanami?"
"I... I don't know."
"Same here. Sometimes it's nice... sometimes it isn't. It all depends. The first time was the hardest."
"The first time is always the hardest." they had reached her block and were now in the elevator. Silence reigned again, but it didn't last for more than a few minutes.
"Ikari-kun."
"H-hai?"
"Arigatou." the lift stopped and dinged open. Rei stepped out and then without warning, planted a light kiss on Shinji's lips. As she stepped back, she was suddenly enveloped in a pillar of bright light. Shinji shielded his eyes from the intense glare and staggered back, his bookbag dropping to the floor. But as quickly as it came, it left, leaving the young male alone.
"Ayanami?"
No answer.
"Ayanami?"
No response.
"AYANAMI!!!"
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"Okay, so there was the light and then you landed on Chichiri. Poor Chichiri, he was no da-ing all the way back to the palace."
"I bet he's more injured than I am..." Rei added in. Poor Chichiri. She would go visit him and apologize and then leave. She looked around the room and spotted her school uniform. The blue pinafore and white blouse. The red ribbon was nowhere to be found.
"Ne... have you seen my ribbon?" Rei asked Miaka as the girl got up and now stood beside her. She was slightly taller than Miaka. The girl was definately more rounder and more well-endowed than she was. But being an Evangelion pilot too had its own perks. Rei had underwent intensive training in self-defense when she began her career as a pilot. At least she could hold any ill-minded bakas on her own and not rely on bishounen to save her every time she absent-mindedly fell into a fast-streaming river. Rei narrowed her eyes. I could use a nicer figure... Then her forehead furrowed in confusion and puzzlement.
What's happening to me?
"Nuriko borrowed your ribbon for awhile."
"Oh... okay. Do you know where Chichiri-san is? I'd like to apologize and then head on home." Rei turned to her side and zipped up her skirt. She shook her head and finger-combed her hair.
"He's in the chamber down the hall. Third door with a green phoenix." Miaka accompanied her outside and then suddenly recalled an appointment with her koibito.
"Gomen ne, I never caught your name." she said almost apologetically.
"My name is Mi-"
"Miaka. Miaka Yuuki. Watashiwa Ayanami Rei." Miaka watched the girl walk down the hall with an air of confidence and authority. How did she know her name and what's with her high and mighty attitude? She shrugged her shoulders and headed off in the opposite direction. She was having lunch with Tamahome in the garden. The thought brightened her spirits and she skipped out.
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Knock knock.
Chichiri moaned. Who was it now? Tasuki had came in earlier, drunk and yelling. It was supposed to cheer him up. Some sort of get well soon performance. But all it did was make his headache worse. His head throbbed and the last thing he needed was a another drunk rendition of Tasuki's bandit dance. He groaned and shut his good eye. His back was facing the door and he couldn't see who it was.
Rei entered quietly carrying a tea tray. She found a table near the bed side and placed the tray on it. She hoped that by bringing the peace offering, she could at least make up for the damage she had inflicted on the male. She cleared her throat.
"Ano..."
"Look Tasuki, I'm not in the mood for your dance no da! Please leave me alone no da!" Chichiri turned around and was shocked to find the girl from earlier on instead of the copper-haired male. She has blue hair too. He blinked, she blinked. Then they realised his state of undress and the girl hurriedly turned her head away, blushing.
"G-gomen n-nasai. Didn't mean to disturb you. I'll be off now. Sorry for falling on you." Rei was prepared to bolt out of the room when he suddenly called her back.
"Wait." it was a plea. A request? Or a command. Maybe all of that but the girl paused in her steps, her back facing him, her breathing ragged. Her face was flushed. Suddenly it dawned on Rei. She was completely unlike herself. She was... more responsive than before. And she was blushing. The only time she blushed was when Ikari-kun had said she would make a good mother. If he only knew...
She could hear cloth rustling behind her and dared not move. Her body was stiff and rigid. She wondered if her heart had suddenly stopped. She couldn't feel her own pulse.
"You may turn now." Chichiri said softly. He had managed to grab an indigo-coloured robe hanging by the side of the bed. The girl didn't move, he wondered if she had heard him. He opened his mouth to repeat his statement when she finally turned around to face him... slowly. Her head was bowed, her eyes shaded and obstructed. Chichiri noticed the tea on the table and smiled.
"Care for some tea?" he asked her, his voice light and inviting. Rei looked up, the blushing had faded somewhat and there was a look of confusion on her face. Maybe the fall had caused her a concussion. She blinked innocently at him. Her crimson eyes amazed him somewhat. He had never known anyone to have such red eyes not caused by illness. She nodded her head mutely and he ushered her to seat at the edge of the bed. Rei sat down silently, her eyes somehow fixed onto the green teapot. It had strange carvings on it, some of it were images and the rest words. She couldn't quite make out what it was. They were not hiragana, katakana nor kanji. Something she had never come across before. Chichiri found her gaze on the teapot and smiled to himself.
"Nuriko's pot. Should have known. He loves this crockery. I wonder how you managed to pry it out of his room, or even more so, his hands and sight." Chichiri asked jokingly. Rei looked at him.
"A lady with purple-hair passed it to me. She said to bring this to your room. Who is Nuriko? And who is that lady?" Rei was puzzled. Why did the lady hand her another person's property. That was... that was dishonest. She had a good mind to return the teapot back to Nuriko and apologize on the lady's behalf. It was a beautiful piece Rei admitted. She ehard Chichiri laugh and she became even more confused. This was another new emotion. She was rarely confused back in Tokyo-3. She knew things, she knew what was going on. But here, wherever here may be, she had no idea what was happening. She wished she could go home.
"Oh that -was- Nuriko." poor girl, she looked so lost and confused. She seemed very charming when she was confused, with the red streak across her nose and the colour in her cheeks. Kami-sama knew she needed some colour, she seemed so pale. He was afraid she was dead when she had fallen on top of him, unconscious.
"But that was..."
"Yes. I know this may seem albeit unusual for you. Nuriko is a man... who dresses up as a woman." he saw Rei gasp and chuckled inwardly.
"Come on... have some tea. It would do good to wipe off a little bit of that confusion on your face." Rei blushed again and sought out solace in the tea cup. She gulped the contents unknowingly and was soon left with an empty cup.
"Here, have some more." Rei held out her hands so that he may pour the tea into it. Chichiri took the cup from her. But when their hands brushed, there was an electrical tingling that ran up and down their backs. Rei gasped. Chichiri gulped. She looked away and he contented himself with refilling her tea cup.
What is this I am feeling? Why do I blush so much? Where am I? Why am I here? so many questions. Not a single answer. Ayanami Rei shut her eyes tightly for awhile as a searing pain shot up her head. She fell back on the bed, the tea tray clattering beside her.
"Hey! Mitsukake!" Chichiri called out before he rushed to the girl's side and lifted her up so that she could lay properly on his bed. She was petite but not frail. The firmness of her body as he carried her had told him so. Whatever it was, Chichiri noted as Mitsukake rushed in and checked on her, the girl was not like any other. She was something else.
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Author's Notes: This, was random. I have no idea how it came out. But a ncie cross-over edition no? Hehehe. Comment if you want me to continue this. I don't know, but I have a bad habit of not being able to complete stuff since I very much likely tend to lose interest in them. Come on, spur my interest. ^_^.