Chapter 6: The Blank Canvass
He strut his stuff as he walked to school. He felt he could break the pavement with his pinkie. He could walk for hours without a rest in the condition he was in. He couldn't stop his grin as he thought of what was happening to him. It certainly wasn't bad, yet.
"Nothing's new with me." He said to himself, noting his skinny build.
"But I feel I can lift up that bench." He added, looking at the object.
"The wonders a glass of water can do..." He mumbled, widening his smile. He clenched his fists and breathed in. He had never felt so good. It seemed as if...
"Yesterday..." He sighed, recalling the exchange that took place yesterday morning. His grip tightened but he didn't feel it. His anger swelled up once again within him. His eyes grew small as he remembered the harsh words spoken to him. The new power he felt amplified his anger tenfold as her stomped his foot on the next step he took. He could feel his blood rush through his arms, making him stronger.
It seemed as if that night had washed away...
"I feel clean." He said, breathing in deeply. He had nothing more but anger now. His eyes burned with an unseen flame that would scare the wits out of any angel. He grit his teeth as he tried to forget. But the more he tried, the more power he felt. He looked so scary.
"WAAAAAHHHH!!"
"Huh?" He suddenly snapped out. He looked across the street. His ears followed the short and weak cry with uncanny precision. As soon as he heard it, he had found the source.
"WAAAHHH!!" it went again. Shinji was a bit surprised to find that he scared a little kid across the street who happened to see his 'frightening' face.
He regained his calm, but not his weakness. He was still mad.
"Bitch." He chuckled, placing his hands in his pocket. Fists were still clenched as he neared his destination. His smile turned into one of Misato's evil grins. He wasn't thinking of anything else.
"Bitch." He said again, laughing quietly. He imagined himself strangling her. It felt so good. His new strength had wonderful side effects. So confident he walked, he didn't notice...
"Shit!" He exclaimed, closing his zipper.
"SHIT!" He shouted, breaking the zipper off his pants.
"FUCKIN' SHIT!" He yelled, ripping his pants while trying to but the zipper back in...
It happened all of a sudden. The ripping sound hit him. He felt each stitch give in to his strength. The sound rang in his ear. His anger was drowned in despair. This accident stunned him. Not because his underpants were showing, but because it proved his hypothesis. He didn't mind people seeing his stuff now because he was too shocked of his newfound strength. The power that surged throughout him was real. The unending strength that he was mysteriously drenched in was verified. He fell on his knees, eyes wide open.
"Noooo..." He muttered in loss. He stared at his shaking hands. It came as such a shock. He wanted to give in to the sudden regret he started to feel as he remembered his pants.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And thus he learned.
"MY PANTS!"
With great power...
"Noooooooooo..."
Comes great responsibility.
It was a good thing he didn't walk too far from home. It took only a few minutes for him to get back where he was.
In new pants.
He started taking care of his actions. He kept his dangerous hands in his pocket. Even in that condition, he didn't move his hands so much. He kept a stiff control unto the tip of his fingers.
He started wondering where he was getting all this strength. It was also then he started to feel a new persona taking over him. He could feel his strengthening taste in heavy music. His masculinity rising, he took a first.
He spat.
"AW SHIT!" He scowled, wiping his unfortunate shoe. Nevertheless, he felt good. As he took steps towards school, his mind went into action thinking what to do with this curse.
"I could kill someone." He said, gripping the pen he had inside his pockets. His grin came back. His eyes glared with an obvious intent of doing harm upon someone. He could now see other people and secretly look down upon them. His strength changed his perspective. He felt he was superior.
"Excuse me." He politely said as he passed through some students. He retained his gentleman mood although he thought he could smack their faces at the slightest resistance. It was a bit confusing situation for him, really.
He entered his classroom quiet, selfish about his new abilities. He took his seat and looked out through the window. Still, he was thinking about what to do with this new persona he had. He stared at the sky, breathing deeply...
He felt calm as he watched the clouds pass. His expressionless face was now showing a small smile of contentment. His eyes blankly stared into space as he gently (very very very very gently) tapped his fingers on his desk. He started thinking happy thoughts.
He sighed.
It felt so good. It seemed as if nothing happened to him just yesterday. That event, by the way he had totally forgotten.
But he thought too soon.
There she was.
His senses picked her scent quickly. He was three floors on top of her, and he got perfect sight of the brand of shoes written on the bottom of her footwear. He looked at her walk into the campus. Her steps were graceful. Her arms hung from her shoulders as she held her bag. Her red locks followed the wind as she walked towards the building.
He then felt it again.
It was not the rage in his body. It was not the painful sensations that shot through him last night. It was not the strength he was overflowing with.
It wasn't even the drool dripping out of his hanging jaw.
He so much wanted to deny it. He really wanted to turn away. It was his every intention not to give a damn but....
"Why?" He muttered to himself, feeling the same affection he had held for her ever since. Captivated, he still was. He looked at her with the passion he felt for her. His powers weakened as he forced himself to get mad.
She was everything.
"Bitch." He cussed, giving in.
Who was he kidding?
It was damn obvious that he still wanted her. It was evident that he was still head-over-heels with the mad woman. He shifted his sight to his clear desk.
"This is insane..."
He took out his pencil and gripped it. He then took out a piece of paper.
"I'll apologize." He said to himself. He put his thoughts into his hand and from his hand to his pencil.
The pencil couldn't take his emotions.
"Shit." He exclaimed, tossing away the pencil he had just snapped. Frustrated, he just ran his fingers through his hair and rested his lips on the back of his thumb.
He worshipped her.
He longed for her.
He stared at her figure enter the room. It was like she wasn't the person she was yesterday. Her eyes portrayed happiness, no anger at all. Her smile suggested joy, not contempt.
He kept sacred the ground she walked on.
He muttered sweet thoughts of concern as she walked.
It was disgusting.
He knew that too.
Self-pity overwhelmed him as he found himself helpless against the mere beauty of the woman who ripped his heart out. His sight never left her until...
She looked back.
And sneered.
She was feeling it, every little agonizing second of his pathetic affection for her. It was pure evil. Not the mischief Misato evil, but the wicked demon- bites-dick-and-burns-it-in-hell evil.
She spat on his face.
She is disgusted by the mere thought of him.
She muttered utter evil for him.
It was horrid.
He felt that too.
As much his heart wanted to cry out and burst into tears, he couldn't. His soul cried out for a sanctuary from this hell. He had enough but he couldn't stop taking more spoonfuls. He would have licked a live wire if that would stop him from feeling the way he did.
He knew it was wrong.
But love is twisted.
It knows no boundaries.
"If I could only feel nothing." He whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. His mind searched for something besides Asuka in his sub-conscious. He ended up giving up and remaining a fish struggling to get a way from the hook that was already in it's mouth.
He wanted so much to forget.
He yearned to let go.
But he couldn't.
Because he loved her.
And it disgusted him.
It made him want to puke.
Fortunately, his powers kept him strong. He sat straight and breathed in. It boosted his confidence minutely. He then looked away and concentrated on something else. He succeeded in doing so, to his relief because of someone else.
"Pilot Ikari."
"Hah?!" he said, turning around to meet whoever it was.
"Your pencil." The person said. Shinji was surprised.
It was Rei. She held in her hands the components of his snapped pencil. She handed them over to him. He was surprised to see Rei coming up to someone without prompting.
"Thanks." He replied, keeping the segments.
Then it happened.
It only happened for a split-second, but it did.
He looked at her.
It was only a glitch. He quickly dismissed it. The thought only passed his mind and vanished just as it came. It twitched his mind unto thinking about something else, even if only for a moment.
"Her face." Me mumbled, just after Rei had left.
It was expressionless.
It was blank.
It was calm.
It only occupied his mind for a while. Think of it as a mere thought in the midst of the sea of attention he had for the red-head. He was back to his self-restraint misery exposure. He then quietly continued to wallow in his sorrow.
Then it happened.
An alarm suddenly rang throughout the place. It was an angel alarm. The three of them stood up while the other students followed the drill.
End of chapter 6
He strut his stuff as he walked to school. He felt he could break the pavement with his pinkie. He could walk for hours without a rest in the condition he was in. He couldn't stop his grin as he thought of what was happening to him. It certainly wasn't bad, yet.
"Nothing's new with me." He said to himself, noting his skinny build.
"But I feel I can lift up that bench." He added, looking at the object.
"The wonders a glass of water can do..." He mumbled, widening his smile. He clenched his fists and breathed in. He had never felt so good. It seemed as if...
"Yesterday..." He sighed, recalling the exchange that took place yesterday morning. His grip tightened but he didn't feel it. His anger swelled up once again within him. His eyes grew small as he remembered the harsh words spoken to him. The new power he felt amplified his anger tenfold as her stomped his foot on the next step he took. He could feel his blood rush through his arms, making him stronger.
It seemed as if that night had washed away...
"I feel clean." He said, breathing in deeply. He had nothing more but anger now. His eyes burned with an unseen flame that would scare the wits out of any angel. He grit his teeth as he tried to forget. But the more he tried, the more power he felt. He looked so scary.
"WAAAAAHHHH!!"
"Huh?" He suddenly snapped out. He looked across the street. His ears followed the short and weak cry with uncanny precision. As soon as he heard it, he had found the source.
"WAAAHHH!!" it went again. Shinji was a bit surprised to find that he scared a little kid across the street who happened to see his 'frightening' face.
He regained his calm, but not his weakness. He was still mad.
"Bitch." He chuckled, placing his hands in his pocket. Fists were still clenched as he neared his destination. His smile turned into one of Misato's evil grins. He wasn't thinking of anything else.
"Bitch." He said again, laughing quietly. He imagined himself strangling her. It felt so good. His new strength had wonderful side effects. So confident he walked, he didn't notice...
"Shit!" He exclaimed, closing his zipper.
"SHIT!" He shouted, breaking the zipper off his pants.
"FUCKIN' SHIT!" He yelled, ripping his pants while trying to but the zipper back in...
It happened all of a sudden. The ripping sound hit him. He felt each stitch give in to his strength. The sound rang in his ear. His anger was drowned in despair. This accident stunned him. Not because his underpants were showing, but because it proved his hypothesis. He didn't mind people seeing his stuff now because he was too shocked of his newfound strength. The power that surged throughout him was real. The unending strength that he was mysteriously drenched in was verified. He fell on his knees, eyes wide open.
"Noooo..." He muttered in loss. He stared at his shaking hands. It came as such a shock. He wanted to give in to the sudden regret he started to feel as he remembered his pants.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And thus he learned.
"MY PANTS!"
With great power...
"Noooooooooo..."
Comes great responsibility.
It was a good thing he didn't walk too far from home. It took only a few minutes for him to get back where he was.
In new pants.
He started taking care of his actions. He kept his dangerous hands in his pocket. Even in that condition, he didn't move his hands so much. He kept a stiff control unto the tip of his fingers.
He started wondering where he was getting all this strength. It was also then he started to feel a new persona taking over him. He could feel his strengthening taste in heavy music. His masculinity rising, he took a first.
He spat.
"AW SHIT!" He scowled, wiping his unfortunate shoe. Nevertheless, he felt good. As he took steps towards school, his mind went into action thinking what to do with this curse.
"I could kill someone." He said, gripping the pen he had inside his pockets. His grin came back. His eyes glared with an obvious intent of doing harm upon someone. He could now see other people and secretly look down upon them. His strength changed his perspective. He felt he was superior.
"Excuse me." He politely said as he passed through some students. He retained his gentleman mood although he thought he could smack their faces at the slightest resistance. It was a bit confusing situation for him, really.
He entered his classroom quiet, selfish about his new abilities. He took his seat and looked out through the window. Still, he was thinking about what to do with this new persona he had. He stared at the sky, breathing deeply...
He felt calm as he watched the clouds pass. His expressionless face was now showing a small smile of contentment. His eyes blankly stared into space as he gently (very very very very gently) tapped his fingers on his desk. He started thinking happy thoughts.
He sighed.
It felt so good. It seemed as if nothing happened to him just yesterday. That event, by the way he had totally forgotten.
But he thought too soon.
There she was.
His senses picked her scent quickly. He was three floors on top of her, and he got perfect sight of the brand of shoes written on the bottom of her footwear. He looked at her walk into the campus. Her steps were graceful. Her arms hung from her shoulders as she held her bag. Her red locks followed the wind as she walked towards the building.
He then felt it again.
It was not the rage in his body. It was not the painful sensations that shot through him last night. It was not the strength he was overflowing with.
It wasn't even the drool dripping out of his hanging jaw.
He so much wanted to deny it. He really wanted to turn away. It was his every intention not to give a damn but....
"Why?" He muttered to himself, feeling the same affection he had held for her ever since. Captivated, he still was. He looked at her with the passion he felt for her. His powers weakened as he forced himself to get mad.
She was everything.
"Bitch." He cussed, giving in.
Who was he kidding?
It was damn obvious that he still wanted her. It was evident that he was still head-over-heels with the mad woman. He shifted his sight to his clear desk.
"This is insane..."
He took out his pencil and gripped it. He then took out a piece of paper.
"I'll apologize." He said to himself. He put his thoughts into his hand and from his hand to his pencil.
The pencil couldn't take his emotions.
"Shit." He exclaimed, tossing away the pencil he had just snapped. Frustrated, he just ran his fingers through his hair and rested his lips on the back of his thumb.
He worshipped her.
He longed for her.
He stared at her figure enter the room. It was like she wasn't the person she was yesterday. Her eyes portrayed happiness, no anger at all. Her smile suggested joy, not contempt.
He kept sacred the ground she walked on.
He muttered sweet thoughts of concern as she walked.
It was disgusting.
He knew that too.
Self-pity overwhelmed him as he found himself helpless against the mere beauty of the woman who ripped his heart out. His sight never left her until...
She looked back.
And sneered.
She was feeling it, every little agonizing second of his pathetic affection for her. It was pure evil. Not the mischief Misato evil, but the wicked demon- bites-dick-and-burns-it-in-hell evil.
She spat on his face.
She is disgusted by the mere thought of him.
She muttered utter evil for him.
It was horrid.
He felt that too.
As much his heart wanted to cry out and burst into tears, he couldn't. His soul cried out for a sanctuary from this hell. He had enough but he couldn't stop taking more spoonfuls. He would have licked a live wire if that would stop him from feeling the way he did.
He knew it was wrong.
But love is twisted.
It knows no boundaries.
"If I could only feel nothing." He whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. His mind searched for something besides Asuka in his sub-conscious. He ended up giving up and remaining a fish struggling to get a way from the hook that was already in it's mouth.
He wanted so much to forget.
He yearned to let go.
But he couldn't.
Because he loved her.
And it disgusted him.
It made him want to puke.
Fortunately, his powers kept him strong. He sat straight and breathed in. It boosted his confidence minutely. He then looked away and concentrated on something else. He succeeded in doing so, to his relief because of someone else.
"Pilot Ikari."
"Hah?!" he said, turning around to meet whoever it was.
"Your pencil." The person said. Shinji was surprised.
It was Rei. She held in her hands the components of his snapped pencil. She handed them over to him. He was surprised to see Rei coming up to someone without prompting.
"Thanks." He replied, keeping the segments.
Then it happened.
It only happened for a split-second, but it did.
He looked at her.
It was only a glitch. He quickly dismissed it. The thought only passed his mind and vanished just as it came. It twitched his mind unto thinking about something else, even if only for a moment.
"Her face." Me mumbled, just after Rei had left.
It was expressionless.
It was blank.
It was calm.
It only occupied his mind for a while. Think of it as a mere thought in the midst of the sea of attention he had for the red-head. He was back to his self-restraint misery exposure. He then quietly continued to wallow in his sorrow.
Then it happened.
An alarm suddenly rang throughout the place. It was an angel alarm. The three of them stood up while the other students followed the drill.
End of chapter 6
