Chapter 2: Gendo and Ritsuko II

Now that her main dissertation was done, Commander Ikari was back and, as of yet, nothing had happened to her concerning the 'redacted' parts, she was apparently safe. Still, it was with a certain sense of trepidation that Ritsuko sent her report on the mobians and preliminary information about Chaos Energy, Chaos Emeralds and pretty much all new factors weighting in on this war. This same dissertation would now be available on all open channels and everyone with the right clearance would be able to see it.

Including Commander Ikari.

Without wasting any time on fear and pretty certain that the using of Unit 01's data wouldn't alter or even affect anything, she stretched right after finishing up her last duties of the day and before heading on home. So many days with so much new stuff got her as overworked as she was excited. She wasn't this happy with her work in years. Considering she worked with the most advanced weapons system ever, that was saying a lot. She barely registered her drive to her apartment, yawning several times as the coffee and nicotine stopped moving her system.

"I'm home." The empty apartment gave her no answer, not even the few meows she was used to.

Which was odd, because she DID have three cats…

She furrowed her brow "Somebody there? Grandmother…?"

As if foreshadowing her impending doom, her floor squeaked with rather strong, even if slow, steps. After settling herself from the jump, her face went from frown to wide eyes instantaneously and then she gasped.

Two more ominous steps and the commander started speaking before she even processed anything, even how he was inside her apartment, "Use the info you have on the Mobians, including Robotnik's Chaos designs and build an anti chaos field, find some way to neutralize the mobians."

"Yes sir."

"I don't care how powerful the Chaos emeralds are, do NOT mix any more unknown factors with the Evangelions. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

After being crushed by sheer authority alone, Ritsuko felt even more pressed upon when Gendo took two more steps towards her, now being in arms reach of her.

SLAP!

Her eyes were wide again when she looked back at him, grabbing the left cheek he had just slapped. She was also pretty sure there was now a tinge of fear in her eyes too, for this was the first time he actually roughed her up.

"I told you to find out everything you could about the mobians, not to risk endangering data of Unit 01, the most essential part of the scenario." Even if still talking emotionlessly, she could tell he was furious.

She shied away, making little effort to get back up, "I didn't-"

"Did you really think you could redact information from me, even if it was all through channels only you control?"

She finally got back up, still backing away from him all the while he was still walking towards her, now genuinely afraid, "I-I made several breakthroughs concerning-"

"Concerning things that didn't concern the Evangelions!"

SLAP!

She was back on the ground and now both her cheeks stung. Tears started wheeling up in her eyes and she was surprised his face didn't change, not even with her tears.

"Just what part of all that is acceptable from the head scientist of project E?" His stoic voice somehow sounded even more sneering.

Ritsuko grabbed her stinging cheek and looked away from him while barking out, "I will do what you asked and I'll be back at work with the Evas! Now leave!"

He smirked the way she had learned to fear, "No…"

She looked away but could still feel his smirk in his touch. She took her by the left arm first and then grabbed her right shoulder. Already her tension, a build up from the slapping around that she noticed only now, was begging to find some form of relief. Relief she found when his hands travelled from her arm and shoulder to both her breasts. A light squeeze followed by pinching of her nipples, coupled with his beard then his lips against the skin of her neck.

She hated that she was just letting him touch her all over and hated even more that her stillness didn't change even when he made motions to remove her jacket and then her shirt. He dexterously removed her bra, making the tension removing touch more like an excitement building excercize.

You disgusting soiled old woman…

That was all she managed to think as she noticed how hard and erect her nipples already were and how wet down there she already was, merely from his savage touching. Not a single ounce of kindness could be felt in his motions. It was just him moving his hand in the most effective way on her.

Still limp and still unmoving, she was almost startled when another hit came, a punch this time. That would definitely give her a black eye. She wasn't even bothering with the why of him hitting her but it became apparent that he needed her on her back and turned to him. The punch did just that and now she was lying on her living room carpeted floor, still limp and just letting him do the motions. A dirty ragdoll he could do with as he pleased. It all became even more unbearable when she saw the way he smirked when he looked at her bare crotch, right after taking off her under garments in a swift motion.

She was already wet.

He held her arms down from behind her, not bothering with her shirt and upper garments. As for her, like a cornered prey before a mighty predator, she allowed herself to be penetrated from behind. He started moving already at a pace that wasn't slow. There was no build up for her, the beating up was the build up for him. There was no caressing for her, the submission and easily sliding off clothes was the caressing for him.

The dry sounds of his pelvis hitting her button echoed for a while but it didn't matter how well her body responded to him, she just couldn't get into it. It was as if she was feeling the in and out motion like it was a machine doing work.

And when that motion became faster, indicating the end was nigh, there was nothing but the relief that it was going to end. The usual ecstasy from when they started dating wasn't there, the release she'd usually get wasn't there, there was nothing there. And when it did end, when she felt the little warmth rushing inside her, pricking her like a soft hot needle, she felt nothing but relief. She was just glad it was over.

Exhaustion overcame her and she fell asleep right then and there. She opened her eyes again after what felt like just a few seconds. Nevertheless the time for work was gone. She called a number she had already memorized, despite being a classic workaholic, and warned she wouldn't be coming in at all. In the bathroom mirror she was horrified at the two bruises coloring her face and, without warning and before any sobbing, she cried.

What happened to my life?

It was like the time she spent from her mother's funeral to today was a blind haze of fear and overdoing things. No matter how much she told herself it had been and still was for the good and survival of mankind, the ghosts that haunted her over what she had done, what she still had to do still clung to her, still enveloped her heart like barbwire.

I am soiled…

Her phone rang again making her jump.

"Hello?" She said weakly after picking up the receiver.

"Senpai." Of course a very worried Maya would call her after hearing she said she wouldn't come in at all that day.

Why can't I just be with you instead? Would it be so terrible?

"Hello Maya…" Her weakened voice echoed the despair and hopelessness of her thought.

"Oh my. I… I guess you're really sick huh?" It seemed Maya heard the dejection in her voice as well.

"Yes…"

"Do you… need help…?"

Ritsuko blinked and a unusual thought crossed her head; Maya sounded cute all worried and trying to approach her. "I'm not that sick. I can manage things on my own."

"Oh… then, why not come in then? I could help you here and I could use your help too."

Of course Maya would also suggest that, since there were other occasions Ritsuko came in even though she seemed sick. She groaned at the receiver.

"I'm telling you I'm not coming in at all today!"

The emptiness of her apartment seemed able to pierce her ears as she yelled back at the phone.

"…Erm…" Maya's voice was recoiled like a kitty's. Immediately Ritsuko felt bad about snapping at the poor girl who had no fault in anything.

She smiled at the receiver, "It's okay Maya, I will be back as soon as I'm feeling better…"

There was a moment of hesitation where Ritsuko couldn't help but wonder what face Maya was making, "Alright Senpai. Feel better soon."

Ritsuko nodded, her phone's chord waving with her head, "I'll see you later Maya." She didn't wait for a reply before hanging up.

She was about to lie down on her couch when someone knocked on her window. She jumped, instantly on edge over such a little factoid.

Because she lived on the fourth floor.

As fast as she could manage, limping on her right leg and both cheeks and her right black eye stinging, she reached for the dresser in her living room where she hid her handgun. However, she was still just pointing a gun at a closed window.

Did… did I hear things?

Another three knocks, this time softer than before, debunked that theory. Wary and cautious, she reached for her drapes and opened them, revealing the glass window leading to the balcony. She pointed the gun at whoever was knocking right after opening the drapes but then she widened her eyes and almost dropped the gun.

It was them.

Who, you ask? Read chapter 20 of 'Sonic Genesis Evangelion: between worlds' to find out.