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Kaworu hazily opened his eyes. His throat hurt, but even worse was his head that was suffering greatly from a head-ache. He sat up too quickly and the world started spinning once more.
He closed his eyes firmly and tried to steady his head with his hands. Kaworu opened his eyes slowly and tried to see where he was.
White.
Almost everything around him was white.
He looked around and saw a white windowsill, a white table, white walls, a white door, and (to his slight surprise) a white bed in which he was seated in.
He looked down and saw a sheet cover the lower part of his body. He sluggishly lifted the sheet and looked at himself. He was wearing nothing but his undergarments. He wasn't even wearing a shirt.
He retraced his memory back to the night before and remembered what happened. His clothes were dirtied while his body disposed of fluids. He opened his mouth and tried to speak.
"Ikari-san?" he asked loudly, and somehow his own voice made the headache worse. There came no response. Kaworu waited and suddenly the door opened and a familiar character took a few steps into the white room.
"You're already up?" The man whispered the question and smiled sluggishly at the teenager in distress. Kaworu nodded, but every time his head moved it only helped his headache get worse.
Kaworu closed his eyes yet again and his fingers held tightly to his hair. He heard how the floor creaked and thumped when Shinji hurried out of the room. The sound of the thumps suddenly came back and when Kaworu found the strength to open his eyes, Shinji was already in front of him.
Shinji was holding a large glass made of different blended substances.
"Here, drink this. It should make it a bit more bearable," Shinji smiled and offered him the glass.
Kaworu looked at it, then lifted his arm, but then stopped.
Kaworu frowned, and his eyes held a small sour staring contest with the substance from the glass.
"Don't worry," Shinji whispered and smiled, "I didn't put anything in it besides fruits and eggs," Shinji whispered with another smile.
"Are… are you sure?" Kaworu asked, and looked directly into the eyes of the older man. Shinji sat down on the bed next to Kaworu, and held the glass in front of Kaworus uneasy hands.
"What could I do to convince you that it's clean?" Shinji asked with a voice of authority.
Kaworu sighed and took the glass from the older man. He placed it on the lips and nipped on the sour liquid. His eyes darted over to Shinjis again and the older man withdrew himself a little.
"You can drink it if you want to, or not. Either way is fine by me…" Shinji whispered a little louder and got up from the bed.
"I'll drink it," Kaworu said and his voice cringed for a second. He looked down on his arm, which had latched itself onto Shinjis sleeve out of pure reflex. For some reason he didn't want the older man to leave.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the rest of his words got stuck in his throat. He let go of Shinjis sleeve and guided his hand to hold onto the glass, so that he once again held it with two hands. He closed his eyes when he lifted the glass and drank half of it in one motion. Kaworu coughed and harked, when he realised that a human wasn't capable of drinking that much in only one motion. Kaworu continued to cough when he felt a hand patting his back, and he opened his eyes to be met by Shinjis worried expression.
The coughing stopped and Kaworu looked at Shinji. Shinji was now closer to him than before, and the two of them just stared into each others eyes, analyzing each other for clues.
"You could've gotten hurt," Shinji whispered coldly and for a second, Kaworu was confused. Was Shinji doing this for Shinjis own sake, or Kaworus? Kaworu merely stared upwards towards Shinji with a blank expression, and Shinji began to chuckle nervously.
"Don't give me that look, kiddo! We're both human, right?" Shinji chuckled and stroked Kaworus hair. Kaworu blushed and his eyes retreated downwards.
"Now, show me that you can drink that like a normal person, then your hangover might disappear," Shinji whispered and smiled. Kaworu looked up at Shinji one last time, before slowly drinking the fluid. Not too slowly to be used as an excuse for wasting of time, yet not too fast to receive damage, the glass became more and more empty. When the glass was empty, Shinji took it out of his hands and placed it on the table by the bed.
"So…" Shinji began, "why don't you tell me something about yourself?" he asked and smiled lightly. Kaworu looked back down on the sheet. It was still white. He didn't know why, but he really disliked that colour. It reminded him of a memory he had repressed in only a couple of days. Kaworu wondered. How long had it been since he was a part of that gruesome memory?
Shinji sighed disappointed. It didn't seem as if he could get anymore answers from him this time.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it right now, then it's probably not so important… Though you are going to tell me at some point." Shinji tiredly scratched the top of his head. Kaworu looked up at Shinji again, and noticed how tired he looked. He had dark rings around his eyes, and his eyelids seemed heavier than last night. Shinji yawned and made a tired smile. Kaworu noticed and couldn't help but to get curious.
"Ikari-san?" He asked and looked at the older man with an expression that was a mix of hurt and confusion.
"Please, call me Shinji! Ikari-san is too formal for me," he replied with another tired smile.
The red eyed boy was surprised. He thought that all adults would want respect from those younger than them. Or was it perhaps just this particular adult that disliked that way of thinking?
"Shinji… I-" Kaworu started, but was cut off.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, but how old are you?" He asked. Shinji sat down on the floor and cupped his own head in his hands, with the bed being a comfort for his elbows. Kaworu was slightly taken aback by Shinjis intrusion to his sentence, and to his odd way of sitting.
"I-I… I'm 16… Why are you asking?" he couldn't help but to stutter. This adult was indeed peculiar.
"Oh, really? I would have guessed you were 14 by your lack of muscle." Shinji nodded and began to stare at Kaworus bare chest. Kaworu suddenly felt uneasy, and lifted the sheet to cover his naked upper-body as much as he could without losing heat.
"Your point is…?" Kaworu asked, and had the sudden urge to laugh awkwardly, even though his features revealed nothing.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm scaring you aren't I?" Shinji looked away apologetically. Kaworu suddenly felt bad, and looked the other way saying; "Oh, no… I-I… I don't mind… really…" while blushing a bit. Though, why he had blushed still remained a mystery to himself.
"I'm 22 by the way!" Shinji laughed to try to let go of the tension in the air. It didn't work as well as he had hoped it would. Kaworu suddenly felt bad for him. He was trying so hard to make him feel comfortable after taking care of him, yet all Kaworu had done was to analyze him and treat him with an iced stare.
"Shinji, I'd like to… apologize for-" He was suddenly cut off yet again; this time by the sound of the doorbell. Kaworu had never witnessed that sound before, so it had taken him by surprise at first. Kaworu looked up shocked, and Shinji noticed.
"Don't mind the bell! It's a little loud! Here, I'll get it," Shinji said all in one sentence as got up from his odd position and walked casually towards the front door. Shinji looked through the spyglass and opened the door as if it were a daily thing to let strangers into his house. Kaworu sulked at that thought.
A woman stepped inside and she smiled sweetly.
"Hello there Shinji!" she grinned and let herself into herself into his doorway.
The woman was about Shinjis own age, and she looked as if she was the one who had built the house from the scraps. Kaworu suddenly felt scared. The moment he laid eyes on the woman, he knew that something was wrong. As if he had seen her before. From some unknown dream. Repressed dream.
"Hi, Rei!" Shinji smiled and waved even though she was already taking her shoes off.
Kaworu began to hyperventilate.
It was true.
It was definitely her.
She was definitely one of them.
The ones from before.
The ones from his repressed past days.
The ones in the white room, where he was born… no… created.
She was one of the scientists that had created him.