Superwomen of Eva: The 4th Degree

by OrionPax09

Despite her work at NERV, Maya has always shunned violence. But when she receives a fantastic gift, she must learn to fight...for everyone.

10. One Thing After Another

Disclaimer: I do not own Evangelion, or anything associated with it. I have written this story solely because I enjoy writing.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything belonging to Marvel Comics or anything associated with it. I have written this story solely because I enjoy writing.

Chapter 10: One Thing After Another

It was night when Ms. Fantastic once again invisibly roamed the streets, her high-tech rollerblades carrying her through the streets well in excess of the speed limit. A map of the city imaged on her visor, on which both her present position and ultimate destination were marked. Her every thought on her present mission, and the hopes that went with the prospect of its success.

Not too much farther now, Ms. Fantastic thought as she considered the readout. Okay…I better go over the building schematics again. I have less than an hour to pull this off. I don't want to waste any time once I get there. As soon as this thought was complete, the invisible superwoman shook her head with more than a hint of irritation. Of course, I wouldn't need to hurry so much if I had actually studied up on this place a bit earlier!

Even as she continued forward, the superwoman couldn't help but blame herself for not making the necessary preparations sooner. After all, the basic plan was so simple that it bordered on the pathetic. Just sneak, do a little trickery, and get out. No fuss, no muss, no pain or battle. Nothing to get all worked up over. A virtual walk in the park. Practically done the instant she conceptualized the plan. And so, after her internal nanotech to the task of gathering up the needed information, she had busied herself with another project she had recently thought up. Just a little something to keep herself busy until the time had come to get going.

Of course, the moment she had gotten the particulars for her plan, Ms. Fantastic realized that she had failed to take into account one very simple problem. Namely, the possibility that the building which held what she needed was not in Tokyo-3.

I never even thought about it! the green-haired superwoman thought woefully. With so much else going on in Tokyo-3, all the technology we have there, I never even thought that something like this wouldn't be here, too! Giving a shake of her head, Ms. Fantastic once again eyed the map that showed the way to her destination. Thank goodness for GPS satellites. I'd never have had a chance of getting even this far in time without it!

But GPS couldn't change the fact that she had less than half an hour to get where she needed to be before it was too late. It couldn't change the fact that if she missed this opportunity, it could be a while before she had another chance. And it certainly didn't change the fact that this was about the best way she had come up with to her achieve her goals. And even as fast as her high-tech skates propelled her, there was no denying that she would get where she was a lot faster if she moved as the crow flew, rather than any other way.

A queasy sensation welling up in her stomach, Ms. Fantastic grimaced as she looked up at the beckoning sky. Oh, I don't want to do this… the superwoman moaned inwardly. Every height-related fear she had swarming through her mind as she once again checked the amount of time remaining to her. Only to wince at just how quickly the seconds ran down before her very eyes. But…if I want to get there in time to actually make this work…I guess I don't have much choice…!

Taking a moment to focus on her scientific mind, a mind that was telling her that this was the most logical option available to her, Ms. Fantastic did her best to squelch her fears before narrowing her eyes in concentration. Indulging in a strangled gulp, she brought an invisible platform into existence beneath her.

Making certain to power down her blades, Ms. Fantastic guided the platform with her mind. She was comfortable enough with this part, having practiced it extensively. It was the next part that made her skin shiver with fear.

This better be worth it…! Ms. Fantastic groaned as the platform rose up higher and higher. In almost no time at all, she was several stories up and still gaining altitude. The green-haired superwoman eyeing the rooftops that were still above her head. Reminding herself that there was absolutely no way that she could fall, that even though her platform was invisible, it was still more than enough to support her, she forced herself to go even higher. Until at last she had cleared the edge of one of the buildings, and was able to direct her platform across the rooftop itself.

The worst over, Ms. Fantastic looked down at the solid concrete below her, feeling a good deal more comfortable now. That's better, she thought, her immediate fear of flying dispelled. Now…let's get back on track.

Reassured, the superwoman automatically followed the guidance of the GPS, skimming over the many rooftops and doing her best not to look down between them. Until her destination lay just on the other side of the street; one of the many TV studios in Japan. The building in question was somewhat higher than the one she was hovering over, had more splash and glitz to its exterior. And most importantly of all, it was the one place in Japan that had what she needed.

Whew. Made it! And I still have some time! Ms. Fantastic thought with a sense of relief. Now, let's see…according to the blueprints and the online registry, I'm looking for Stage 7. After double-checking the data to make sure that she had it straight, she began looking for the most efficient way to get inside and get where she wanted to go.

Unsurprisingly, it turned out to be the studio roof. Or rather, the door that was on the roof. Completely unmonitored by building security, and would put her within three floors of where she needed to go.

Satisfied with this, Ms. Fantastic focused her attention on the roof that now lay so close to her. Making certain to make the mistake of looking down at the street, she eased her eased her invisible platform past the boundary of the roof she was hovering over. Shutting out the sound of traffic that was now beneath her and trying not to imagine what would happen if her powers inexplicably conked out and left her falling to the streets, the superwoman picked up her pace just a bit more.

After what felt like an eternity, Ms. Fantastic arrived on the studio roof. Unlike the other ones she had been to, this roof was marked with transmitters and dishes of various shapes and sizes. There was a helicopter pad that was presently unoccupied, and most important of all, there was the door that was her immediate goal. With immense relief, she lowered her platform down to the roof and dissolved it, grateful to once again feel solid ground beneath her feet.

I don't care how long I keep doing this. I will never get used to flying! the green-haired superwoman thought sourly. Sighing wearily, she gave a quick shake of her head before focusing on her goal. Alright. I've got less than twenty minutes to get to the studio! Better keep moving!

With this thought, Ms. Fantastic bladed over to the door, which she was certain was soundly locked. Not wanting to waste time fussing with it, she instead pressed her hands against the seam between the door and the frame. With ease born of much practice, she slowly squeezed her hands into the tiny expanse, her body flowing almost like water through to the other side. Closing her eyes just long enough for her head to be squeezed through as well, she was soon looking into the empty stairwell that led down into the building proper.

So far, so good! Ms. Fantastic thought, relieved at finding herself alone. Now for the next phase. Load Morph Sequence!

With this thought, various physical configurations appeared to her mind's eye. All the possible disguises she had assembled within her to date were there, ready to be activated. However, one in particular stood out. One that she had crafted especially for this night's mission, and had readied to be initiated the instant she was in position. Without another thought, Ms. Fantastic initiated the Morph Sequence. And felt her body and costume shifting about, searching and finding the new dimensions and colors that were being set for them.

As soon as the process was completely, the now-disguised superwoman resolved back into visibility, and immediately looked down at herself. Where her minimal costume once was, there was now a set of brown coveralls and shoes, as well as a name tag with her new face and an assumed name on it. A face that was just a face, and a name that was as plain and boring as Ms. Fantastic could conceive of. Both of which had been crafted to be as forgettable as possible.

As soon as she was satisfied that the Morph Sequence had done its job, the transformed superwoman carefully crept down the stairs and went to the door ahead of her. Wrapping her hand about the handle, she twisted it gently, carefully cracking the door open so she could peek out into the hallway. Luck was with her; there was no one in sight.

Too bad the MAGI don't have access to the security systems here, Ms. Fantastic thought somberly as she pulled the door open just a bit more and looked the other way. It would sure be a lot easier to get around this place.

Even as she satisfied herself that she was momentarily alone, Ms. Fantastic moved into the hallway. Fully aware that she could have come into that place invisibly, or just bypassed the hallways by making use of the ventilation system. Both of which were far from beyond her powers.

Yeah, and look how far it got me when I was sneaking around NERV, Ms. Fantastic thought as she studied her mental map of the building schematics. I can't just rely on my invisibility to get me everywhere. I have to get used to using the Morph Programs to get into places like this. Even as she thought this, she looked about the hallway, and found the nearest elevator. Besides…crawling about in a ventilation duct seems like a great way to get lost. And I definitely don't have the time for that!

Once again deciding that she was not cut out for the hero business, the superwoman approached the elevator and pressed the down button. As was typical, she then spent several seconds standing around, looking about the hallways as she waited for the elevator to arrive, listening to the mechanical sounds of its progress through the rest of the building.

Oh, c'mon! I don't have much time left here! Ms. Fantastic grumbled inwardly, rolling her eyes impatiently. A condition that was not helped by the fact that time she had left was still ticking away before her mind's eye.

Just as she was regretting her decision to utilize a disguise for this mission, the door before her dinged loudly. Letting out a sigh of relief, Ms. Fantastic grinned as the doors slid open before her. Only for her smile to turn upside-down as she saw several people already inside. Three men and two women, all well-dressed and talking amongst themselves.

Momentarily stunned, the disguised superwoman just stood there, watching as one of men absently stepped forward. He then frowned as he looked around her before finally declaring, "Hey, wait a minute! This isn't my floor!"

"Oh!" the disguised superwoman got out meekly even as the man turned a somewhat accusing gaze at her. "Sorry about that, sir! I just…well, that is…"

One of the women inside just rolled her eyes at this. "Oh, don't pay any attention to him," she commented, rolling her eyes in the lead man's direction. "Ken just can't wrap his mind around the fact that the elevator doesn't always stop on his floor first."

The other people in the elevator chuckled at this, drawing a dirty look from Ken. He then swung this dirty look back at the undercover heroine before grunting derisively. "Well, are you going to get in, or aren't you?"

Smiling her relief, the disguised superwoman contented herself to wordlessly step into the elevator. Once inside, she pressed the button that would take her to her floor. Then she stood back from the door, shuffled so that she was a polite distance from the others, and turned her gaze towards the floor indicator as the doors closed.

While the elevator descended, the disguised Ms. Fantastic did nothing, said nothing. She just stood there, listening to the people talk to themselves like she wasn't there. Completely ignoring the mousy little woman in her janitorial uniform, not bothering to say a single thing to her even as they arrived at her destination. When the doors once again opened, she exited as silently as she had boarded. Already forgotten by the people on the elevator.

Phew! Looks like my disguise is working, the superwoman thought, almost swaying with relief as she looked about and got her bearings. Now…let's see. Stage 7 is over there. But even as she looked in the direction of the stage in question, she frowned. Of course, it would have been a lot easier to get in there if I'd gone through the vents, but… Sighing wearily, the disguised Ms. Fantastic shook her head woefully. Nah. Besides, I've got as better way.

Once again, the disguised superwoman studied the building schematics. It wasn't long before she found what she was looking for. A simple store room that was situated right next to the stage in question.

Perfect! Ms. Fantastic thought, starting towards the store room. Finding the door unlocked, she stepped inside and found nothing but darkness, cleaning supplies, and a few layers of dust. And most importantly, a ventilation duct just below the ceiling that the building schematics said linked this room to Stage 7.

Not taking any chances, the superwoman faded herself into invisibility before elongating herself to look squarely through the shaft. She could vaguely make out another room on the other end, but couldn't see enough to make out exactly what was there. I can't take any chances, Ms. Fantastic decided instantly, furrowing her brows. And with just ten minutes left…

With just a minor qualm or two, the superwoman closed her eyes and pressed her face against the metal grates. As always, her highly malleable body allowed her squeeze her head through into the vent effortlessly. Better move the rest of my body out of the way, Ms. Fantastic thought as she reopened her eyes, generating an invisible platform beneath her feet that did what was required. I don't want a real janitor wandering there in bumping into something that he can't even see!

Once she was satisfied that her body was safely out of the way, Ms. Fantastic proceeded. Once again closing her eyes, she pressed her head through the grate. When her head was through and had returned to normal dimensions, she opened her eyes and quickly studied her surroundings. To her delight, she found herself looking out at a room she had seen many times as Maya Ibuki while channel-surfing in her apartment. The simple stage that many a people watched and prayed with all their might, hoping that Lady Luck would smile on them, and that all six numbers of the Miracle Six national lottery would free them to live a life of luxury.

And that person is going to be Shinji Ikari, Ms. Fantastic decided impishly as she scanned the transparent tumbler which would soon be spinning into motion, sending six numbered balls into a separate receptacle. Her internal nanotech already plotting the position of each ball while bringing up the numbers on the ticket Shinji had purchased with Aya Kusanagi at his side. Well, okay, technically speaking, Major Katsuragi will be the big winner, but I'm sure Hitomi and I can spin that into something really nice for him!

It wasn't long before Ms. Fantastic's preparations were completed to her satisfaction, just in time to hear the director guiding the cameramen into position, the various lights and equipment switching on as they ushered the lottery announcer into position. Alright, here goes everything, the invisible superwoman told herself, narrowing her eyes as she readied herself. Paying attention to nothing but making certain that she did not make so much as a single error in manipulating the key balls into the receptacle, while making certain that none of the others got through and ruined everything.

Finally, the lottery hostess spoke up. "And now its time for the Miracle Six lottery! Let those numbers roll!"

This is it! Ms. Fantastic thought frantically, almost having a heart attack as the transparent cylinder spun to life, sending all the numbered balls within tumbling about chaotically, including the six precious ones she had already encapsulated within tiny, invisible force bubbles.

The next half minute stretched into an eternity for the woman who had been dubbed Ms. Fantastic as she watched about seventy balls bounce about chaotically at a speed no normal human would have been able to track, let alone keep tabs on the six all-important balls. Every ounce of her concentration was devoted to those balls, as well as maintaining the partition that kept the unwanted ones out. Her nano-systems constantly plotting trajectories as she guided the six spheres she wanted, one by one, through the partition and into the proper position to signal a winner.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the tumbler ground to a halt. Practically stunned by the cessation of movement, Ms. Fantastic could only look on numbly as the lady smiled, looked at the teleprompter, and announced, "And the winning numbers are…4! 63! 38! 19! 11! And 25!"

These words running through her mind, Ms. Fantastic quickly double-checked the numbers that were still hovering before her mind's eye. She then triple- and quadruple-checked them even as the lottery lady repeated those selfsame numbers. It was only when she quintuple-checked the winning numbers that she finally sagged with relief, almost resolving into visibility as she practically split her face in half with her grin.

I…I did it! Ms. Fantastic cried out inwardly. I really did it! I rigged the lottery and won it for Shinji!

The instant this thought ran its course, the invisible superwoman suffered a sudden pang of guilt as her own thoughts repeated themselves, her grin fading sharply. In the time since she had gained her powers, she had broken hundreds of laws in creating Hitomi, had used her link to the MAGI to secretly establish several bloated bank accounts all for the purpose of getting the technical equipment she felt she would need. And now she was cheating at the lottery.

As the sharp edge of guilt was cutting even deeper into her, the superwoman forcibly reinforced her smile. Oh, come on! You're…you're just trying to help Shinji, right? she told herself. Anyway, it's like Hitomi said once before. Someone has to win the lottery, right? And besides, his father has been manipulating things around him for years now to make him miserable! So it's only fair that I make things right for him!

Deciding not to give her overactive conscious to comment that two wrongs didn't make a right, Ms. Fantastic withdrew her head through the ventilation duct. And speaking of Hitomi, I guess I better let her know how things went. Hey, Hitomi! Do you read?

'Yeah, I read! Really juicy romance novels that list all kinds of nifty positions!' came the all-too familiar voice of her creation. 'In fact, that's what I've been doing for the past couple hours…ever since you broke contact and left me in the dark!'

Do her best to stifle an exasperated groan, Ms. Fantastic continued to withdraw her head. Sorry, Hitomi. But I couldn't afford any distractions! she reminded her creation, thinking that shutting Hitomi up was about the only thing she didn't regret doing that evening. Anyway, it's okay! The plan worked!

'I know! I watched the whole thing!' Hitomi reported. 'You honestly think I would actually miss out on you big debut as the world's biggest sneak and cheat?' While Ms. Fantastic was wincing in pain at this jibe, the cyber-clone added, 'And to think that I couldn't even see a single little hint of your deviousness in action! You've made me so very proud!'

This time, the invisible superwoman was less successful in concealing her irritation. Whatever. I'm heading home right now. I've got some new projects I'm working on, and I've got school tomorrow, Ms. Fantastic commented sourly. Also, I… she started, only to frown as her ears pricked up at something.

'Hey, what is it?' Hitomi wondered as her creator continued to withdraw her head, the sounds getting louder. 'What's the deal? Don't you know it's bad manners to not complete your sentences?!'

Be quiet, Hitomi! Ms. Fantastic gritted. I think somebody's inside the store room with the rest of my body! By the time she was pulling her head of the vent, the malleable heroine was certain of this. She could even hear one of them saying something.

"Ohhh…!" came a female voice. A voice whose tone brought the superwoman to an immediate halt, her mind emptying of thought. Which meant that she was fully capable of hearing further sounds coming through the vent. Sounds that left her eyes expanding as her cheeks burned.

Oh, no… Ms. Fantastic thought, getting a very bad feeling as she withdrew her head from the vent. Don't tell me…! Dreading the worst, she cracked open one eye before looking down below. Only to blush even more before looking away, her ears still picking up moans and sounds of pleasure coming from the couple beneath her.

'Come on, spill it already!' Hitomi's obnoxious voice came, suddenly a very welcome distraction. 'What's going on?! Did Dr. Mean Jerk decide to show up and ruin your day?'

Worse, Ms. Fantastic reported. Some of the staff here decided to pick this store room for time off!

'Time off?' Hitomi repeated before she sounded her comprehension. 'Oh, I get it! Somebody was in need of a boink-break, and picked your little hidey-hole for it!'

That's one way of putting it! Ms. Fantastic groaned, even as the people below did the same. Look, I'm going to find another way out of here! Honestly, I can't believe this!

'Okay by me!' Hitomi commented even as her creator almost rammed herself into the vent, eager to get away from the scene she had accidentally witnessed. 'Though to be honest, I think you're getting a little too worked up! There's nothing wrong with nature taking its course!'

Maybe, but that doesn't mean that I want to watch it! Ms. Fantastic insisted, eager to get away from that place. While Hitomi was snickering at her humiliation, the nanite-powered woman slithered through the vents, already search for a way out.

'Yeah, well, I'm sure it's your loss!' Hitomi needled, deepening the red in her creator's face. 'Considering how completely non-existent your love life is, I'm sure you could use all the pointers you can get!'

Grumbling deep within her throat, Ms. Fantastic barely held back the urge to say something truly scathing to her creation, if for no other reason than to avoid giving Hitomi extra ammo to use on her. I definitely have to get around to reprogramming her. Preferably before she drives me completely insane! she decided. Oh, well. At least everything went smoothly tonight, she sighed, forcing her thoughts to tomorrow. And if Shinji already knows…well, I might be in for a much happier Shinji Ikari!

The thought of the sad boy's face lit up with happiness filled Ms. Fantastic's mind, soon brightening her own outlook. Yeah, that's it, she thought as she continued to slither about the vents, moving slowly to avoid making any noise. Now all I have to do is get home and make sure I'm ready for tomorrow! Because that's a sight I wouldn't miss for all the tea in China!

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His head supported by one hand, Shinji sleepily looked out the window of his class. Marginally aware that Mr. Matsushiro was going on about his lecture about historical views of the underworld, and as was usual, the vast majority of class was either dozing as he was, or had long since tuned out the droning voice of their teacher.

It was days like this Shinji honestly wondered why he even bothered coming to school. He certainly didn't feel like he was learning anything, considering how it took his teacher hours to get around his longwinded lectures of how much better things were before Second Impact and actually get down to the lesson material itself. And when he finally did, he tended to hit them with the hardest questions he could, as if taking revenge for not hanging on every word he said. And it wasn't like he was an athlete like Toji, so he couldn't shine as either an academic or a jock. He didn't like it when people made a fuss over him, which was why he didn't go on and on about his duties as a pilot like Asuka did.

Then again…it's not like I have anything better to do, Shinji was forced to admit. At least I don't have a synch test today. I can just go home…listen to my music…make dinner…

Heaving a tired sigh, Shinji trailed off as Mr. Matsushiro went off on yet another tangent. Leaving the boy's mind to wander until something else filled his ears. The sound of the school bell going off, which was soon followed by groans of relief and yawns of those slowly waking up. "Alright, that's it for today," the teacher muttered, sounding bored himself. "You all have your homework assignments for tonight. And I expect them to be on time for tomorrow, or…"

Not even bothering to listen to what he knew to be routine and already well aware of what was expected of him, Shinji stood from his desk, packed away his laptop, and exited the classroom alongside of his classmates. Already considering what to make for dinner, and what was available to cook with.

"Hey, Shinji!" came a voice from the crowd. A voice that was already very familiar and welcome to him. Looking about, the 3rd Child watched as Aya moved up alongside of him, smiling as she always did.

"Oh, hey, Aya," Shinji smiled tenderly. "How are you doing?"

"Me? I'm okay," Aya answered. "Today was pretty busy, though, huh? We've barely had a chance to say word one to each other!"

"Yeah, I know," Shinji nodded. "I'm sorry, but…well…"

"Hey, you don't have to apologize!" Aya returned, raising her hands in negation. "I was just saying…well, it was kind of busy today, that's all. We didn't even have a chance to talk at lunch!"

Nodding, Shinji thought back to their midday repast, when Toji and Kensuke had questioned him about things were going between him and Aya, while she had someone busy speaking to her. "By the way…what were you and Horaki-chan talking about?"

"Oh, that?" Aya replied in a dismissive manner. "Well…have you heard about Toji and Kensuke? You know…their little business?"

Frowning slightly, Shinji asked, "You mean they're still selling pictures of you?"

"That's what Hikari told me," Aya informed him. "Anyway, she was going on about how wrong it is for them to stuff like that, and she reminded me to either talk to them or the principal about it."

Narrowing his eyes, Shinji considered the matter. In all honesty, he had never been overly concerned about Toji and Kensuke's hormonally-motivated antics. Even when they had been selling photographs of Asuka, it had seemed more stupid than anything else. All the guys in school going crazy over somebody who was new and popular, drooling over her so much that they overloaded her locker with love notes and buying pictures of her, it all made no sense to him. And had made even less sense over time as Asuka made it clear through her actions that she had no interest in the resident males, seeing them as immature little children compared to herself.

However, the thought of them selling pictures of Aya to those same people, not to mention what their customers would be doing with those pictures…

"Uh, wait a minute, Aya," Shinji started hesitantly. When she made a questioning sound in her throat, he began rubbing the back of his neck. "Well…you know, I'd…if you're upset about what they're doing, then…if you wanted, I…I could ask them to stop, and…"

Cocking her head to one side, Aya just smiled as she looked at him. "I appreciate that, Shinji, but…really, I don't mind," she finally told him with perfect honesty. "It's like I told Hikari; they're not hurting anybody. Besides, if people wanted pictures of me, they could just take them themselves. It's not like we could stop that from happening." Lowering her eyes, the brunette then shrugged. "And besides, they're my friends, too. I don't want them getting into trouble."

"Huh?" Shinji gaped as he considered these words. Words that seemed too nice to be believed. "But…are you sure that…?"

"Anyway, I already promised Hikari that I'd talk to them about when I had the chance," Aya assured him. Her voice holding a firm edge this time. "And if turns out they're selling pictures I don't like…well, then I'll definitely have something to say to them. Okay?"

Still not sure if he liked the situation, Shinji sighed heavily, his gaze meeting Aya's own of its own accord. "Well…" he tried again. "If you're sure about that…"

"Of course I am," Aya told him, placing a tender hand on his shoulder. "I can take care of myself, Shinji…but thanks for caring about me." This simple gesture defusing any possible protest Shinji might have had, he could only stand there as she smiled endearingly. "Say, Shinji…would you mind if I walked home with you tonight?" Making a questioning sound in his throat, he looked perplexedly at Aya, who shrugged in an almost embarrassed manner. "It's just…I don't know. I just…well, I don't have much to do at home, and…"

Momentarily stunned by this request, Shinji studied the girl. Somehow hearing the words 'I'd rather not be alone' without them being said. "Oh, of course," he told her gently. When Aya smiled her response, something else happened. Something prompted Shinji to blush even more deeply before asking, "Say, Aya…if you'd like…if don't feel like going home right away, then…well, if it was okay with Misato…well, that is…"

As the 3rd Child hemmed and hawed, Aya studied him before smiling once more. "Shinji…are you asking if I'd like to have dinner with you?" she asked with a hint of tease. When his only answer was to blush, her own cheeks colored slightly. "Well…yes. I'd like that."

"Oh! Really!" Shinji got out automatically, his mind momentarily emptied by how quickly Aya had said yes. The fact that a girl like her would want to have dinner with him seemed incredible, even after all of the time they had spent together.

I…I'm not even sure why I even asked her! Shinji murmured in awe. I just…it seemed like the polite thing to do, since she was asking to walk home with me. But…I never thought that…

Even as Shinji was struggling with his thoughts, the subject of those thoughts was chuckling gently. "So, uh, Shinji? Should we…get going?"

"Huh?" Shinji spoke as soon as he recovered from being snapped out of his thoughts. It then took another few seconds for his brain too reboot into something resembling functional status before he grinned idiotically. "Oh, right! Of course! Yeah, I mean…I guess we should…"

"Yeah," Aya nodded before gesturing for the boy to lead the way. Smiling in response, Shinji started forward, with the girl following a short distance behind and to his side.

How does she do it? Shinji wondered as he studied Aya. She's been through so much…lost so much…and yet she's always so cheerful, so nice…how can anyone be so strong after so much?

As Shinji pondered this, wondering what made Aya so different from him, he wondered something else. Another part of his mind was considering other things. That if someone could go through so many of the things he had experienced himself and could be so kindly, so strong in her way, he wondered if it were possible for him as well. That maybe some of that same strength lay within him as well…and perhaps this girl who had already shown him such kindness could help him find it.

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"So, Aya, how have you been doing?" Misato asked as she picked up bit of meat with her chopsticks. "Having any trouble with your new apartment?"

"Hmm?" Aya started around a mouthful of food. Shaking her head as she quickly chewed and swallowed, she smiled and said, "Oh, no! Of course not! Everything's just fine!" Giving the others a slight shrug, she added, "Well…at least it will be if I can ever stop fussing about where I want my furniture."

Chuckling over this, Misato nodded. "That sure sounds familiar," she admitted ruefully. "When I first moved in here, I was always trying to figure out where I wanted this or that to go, what to do with whatever…"

"Oh, really?" Asuka grumbled, raising an eyebrow at her guardian. "Considering the condition of your room, I guess you're still trying to figure it out."

Even as the brunette was leveling an unhappy glance at the redhead, Shinji was apparently taking note of it. "Uh, say, Aya? Would you like more to drink?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, thanks. That'd be great," Aya returned with a smile.

"Okay," Shinji said even as he stood from his seat.

As their resident chef made his way to the kitchen, Misato returned her attention to their guest. "So, Aya…Shinji says that you're…all by yourself here. Is that right?"

"Uh, yeah. That's right," Aya confirmed warily.

"I see," Misato muttered, looking compassionately at her. "Do you…have any other relatives? Anyone here in the city?" Aya didn't say anything to this. Instead, the brunette lowered her eyes away from the Major's, looking down at her own plate. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry, but…"

"No, no. I – I understand," Aya nodded absently. "It's just…well…"

Rolling her eyes, Asuka than leveled an irritated glare at their guest. "Oh, gimme a break! If you have something to say, then just say it already! Schisse! You're even worse than the Third!"

"Asuka…" Misato started warningly.

"It's okay, Misato-sama," Aya broke in, holding up her hand in negation. "It's just…it's not something I like talking about. That's all." As the females in residence once again focused on their guest, she shifted about in her chair for a moment before speaking. "Anyway…no. I…I don't have any other family. It's just…me."

Misato frowned pensively while Asuka continued to glare. Caught between these two gazes, Aya found herself floundering until Shinji returned with a pitcher of tea. "Here you go, Aya," he murmured as he refreshed her drink.

"Thanks, Shinji," Aya replied gently. As Shinji retreated, a smile on his face, the brunette once again looked away. Hoping that her hidden concerns didn't somehow migrate to her face. Okay, this is not working out according to plan.

When she had come to school that morning and had not heard word one from either Shinji or Asuka about the fact that they had just won the lottery, she had been a bit miffed at first. However, after some time considering the situation, she had decided that she had little to be concerned about. After all, people lost at the lottery all the time. They bought the tickets, hoped for the best, but would not be in a hurry to check them just to see that they had lost again. So even if the children weren't yet aware of what had happened, that didn't mean they wouldn't soon learn. In fact, the only real concern she had was that something might have happened to the precious lotto ticket, that it had somehow gotten misplaced since she had seen Shinji buy it.

Her concerns in that regard had been completely unwarranted. Upon arriving at their apartment, all Aya needed to do was follow Shinji into the kitchen to find that the ticket with its winning numbers was hanging serenely from the refrigerator, completely unblemished. Waiting for someone to look at the newspaper or the news, match up the numbers, and cry out in rejoice.

However, that obviously had not happened. Nor did it happen during the course of their meal. Everybody just talked and ate like it was just another day at home. They had a guest, of course, and Misato had said that she was glad for the extra company that evening, but other than that, nothing special had happened. Misato continued to chug away at her beer, PenPen was leisurely gulping sardines while watching something on TV, Shinji and Asuka were their usual selves. And not a single one of them paid even the slightest bit of attention to the winning lotto ticket Aya knew to be just a few steps away.

I really was hoping that the Major would have noticed it, or least someone would have checked the numbers while I was here, Aya thought somberly, darting a glance into the kitchen.

"What is it, Aya?" Shinji's voice came, breaking into the brunette's thoughts. When she looked up, she saw the only male pilot looking at her. "Would you like some more? Or maybe some dessert?"

"Hmm. Uh, no. Not just yet, anyway," Aya replied. When Shinji nodded, she looked down at the plate she had recently emptied. "Here. I'll put my dishes in the kitchen."

"Oh, no, you don't have to do that!" Shinji protested, already rising from his seat.

"No, it's okay! I don't mind!" Aya replied, rising herself and grabbing her dishes before anyone could protest. "Besides, it's the least I can, after everything you've done." Shinji frowned slightly, at which she gave him a kindly smile before making her way into the kitchen. Once there, she carefully places her dishes with the rest of the dirty cookware and dishes already present. As soon as this task was done, she turned towards the refrigerator, and looked at the tiny scrap of paper and the numbers on it. Her internal nanotech quickly analyzing the barcode on the ticket, and once again confirming this was not only a winner, but the one and only two billion yen winning ticket.

I have to find some way to let them know that they won! Aya thought grimly, practically staring holes in the ticket. If they don't notice, the Major or someone else might decide to throw it out or they might lose it! And I can't let that happen! Not after everything I've done!

And there was something else. A deeper reason Aya wanted them to notice. She wanted to see the result of her work. She wanted to see a truly delighted smile on Shinji's face. She wanted him to jump and down and act like a person his age ought. He wanted to see him truly alive and glad to be so. After everything he had done for this world, after all the misery that had been heaped on him by his father, it was the very least he deserved.

Of course, that still leaves me with the problem of how to get them to notice it, Aya thought unhappily. I mean…yeah, I guess I could just tell them myself. Pick up the newspaper and pretend to check the numbers. But… Trailing off, the brunette fumbled uncomfortably with that notion. It just seemed too…suspicious, for some reason. Aya accompanies Shinji to buy lotto ticket, and then Aya lets Shinji know it's the big winner.

I don't know. Maybe it's just me, Aya finally frowned. Still…I don't want to leave here without them knowing they've won. Pondering the matter even further, the brunette eventually thought, Maybe…I dunno. I could pretend to remember the ticket just before I leave, ask about it…

While Aya was trying to think of a way to make that work in a way that didn't seem completely fake to her, a strange sound reached her ears. Looking about, she soon saw the feathered resident of the apartment marching into the kitchen, a newspaper under one wing as he went to the half of the refrigerator where Misato kept her ample supply of beer. Opening it up, the warm water penguin quickly retrieved a can for himself.

I still can't believe just much beer the Major keeps on hand, Aya thought, shaking her head at the thought. And why she lets PenPen drink it…huh?

Trailing off in confusion, Aya watched as PenPen was just stepping away from the refrigerator, only to look back at it. His eyes went up to where the lotto ticket hung, made a low sigh in his throat, and then set down the beer. That done, he took the newspaper in his claws and began leafing through it.

No way, Aya thought, her eyes bulging incredulously as the genetically-augmented waterfowl looked through page after page until finding the one he was after and folded the paper over. Is he…can he actually…is he really going to…?!

Not even daring to hope, Aya just stood stock-still as PenPen looked at the newspaper, then up to the lotto ticket. Sucking in a quick breath and holding it, she watched as the penguin narrowed his eyes, then widened them before looking back at the paper. A tiny wark squeaked out from his beak as he started looking back and forth between the paper and the ticket. Then his eyes locked firmly on the ticket, just before his beak fell wide open, the paper slipping to the ground.

Yes! Aya grinned in relief. Her relief escalating as the penguin began jumping up and down wildly, astonished warks filling the air. Oh, PenPen, I could kiss you!

"Hey!" came the cranky voice of Asuka. "What's going on in there?! Did you step on PenPen's flipper or something?!"

Startled from her own internal celebration, Aya looked back towards the dining area. "Uh, no! PenPen just started dancing about like crazy! I don't know why, but…"

"Huh. That's strange," Shinji decided as he stood and approached the kitchen, Misato close behind. Looking down at his feathered housemate, he inquired, "What is it, PenPen?"

Whirling about, PenPen continued his wild gyrations, looking from the people around him back towards the looking lotto ticket. "PenPen, settle down!" Misato urged him, more annoyed than anything else. "What's got you so hyper, anyway?"

Screeching in such a fashion as to put nails on a chalkboard to shame, PenPen looked about wildly for the paper he had dropped. Once sighted, he grabbed it up and held it up to the resident humans, warking insistently. "You…want us to look at the newspaper?" Shinji wondered, resulting in the penguin nodding hurriedly. "What for?"

His eyes bulging from his sockets, PenPen looked slack-beaked at the boy. Deciding that it would be safe enough to lend the penguin a hand now that he had gotten the ball rolling, especially since he looked like he was about to blow his stackt, Aya spoke up. "Um…I could be wrong, but…I think he was looking at the refrigerator when he started screaming." She then pointed towards the waiting lottery ticket. When the warm water penguin looked at her and saw that, he jumped up and began warking like he wanted to kiss her.

As for Misato, she and Shinji were looking over at the refrigerator. "But…the only thing there is…" the Major began, eyeing the waiting fridge. Seconds passed as her eyes slowly bulged, her jaw clattering to the floor before she looked at the penguin. "PenPen…are you telling me that…?!"

PenPen's answer was to once again shove the newspaper into Misato's face, warking even more insistently than before. Completely numb, the Major took the paper in her now-shaking hands and stood. "What's going on here, anyway?!" Asuka wondered from a short distance away, clearly annoyed at being left out. "And what's with that look on your face?!"

Misato didn't answer. She was too busy studying the winning numbers within the newspaper. She then looked wildly between it and the lotto ticket, her expression shifting with each look from dazed confusion to lunatic excitement. Until finally, NERV's Operations Director shrieked in wild delight, tossed the newspaper aside and grabbed PenPen up and began swinging him about.

"Hey, what's going on?!" Asuka demanded as incoherent squeals of purest joy erupted from her guardian's lips. When she didn't get an answer, the redhead growled unhappily before placing her hand to her forehead. "Oh, great! It's catching!"

Clearly baffled and even a bit worried by his guardian's behavior, Shinji sputtered, "M-Misato…what happened?"

"We won! We won we won we wooonnn!!!!" Misato crooned delightedly. Shifting PenPen about so that he was held securely in one arm, the purple-haired woman fell to her knees and glomped Shinji with her free arm. "We actually won!!"

"Won?" Shinji repeated, confusion and close proximity to Misato's chest doing nothing for his thought processes.

Deciding it might be a good idea to pitch in, Aya did her best to sound natural as she asked, "Are you talking about the lottery?"

"Huh?" Asuka gaped incredulously. After several seconds of studying her exultant roommates, the redhead finally gasped, "Wait…you're not saying…you actually won at the lottery?!"

"Yes!!" Misato grinned, practically splitting her face in half as she released both Shinji and PenPen so that she could rise to her feet and pirouette somewhat drunkenly. "I mean…oh, God! I am dreaming?! Somebody, hurry up and pinch me already!"

"Seriously? You're telling me you actually won?" Asuka demanded. The German narrowed one of her eyes at her gamboling guardian. "So how many numbers did you get, anyway? Three? Four, maybe?"

Laughing wickedly at Asuka's querulous voice, Misato shook her head derisively. "We won the grand prize, Asuka! The grand prize! Two billion yen!!"

If anything, the designated Children looked even more astonished. Shinji looked perplexedly at his guardian, unsure what to make of this, while Asuka's expression contorted with greater disbelief. "You've gotta be kidding me! There's no way that could happen!" the German declared, placing her hands to her hips as Misato continued to dance about. "You must've read it wrong or something!"

"Oh, really?" Misato grinned devilishly. Taking a break from her victory dance, the Major looked dazedly about until she caught sight of where she had flung the newspaper. "Alright, then, Asuka," she said as she moved to pick it up. Holding it out for the redhead to take, she said, "Go ahead and prove me wrong!"

"Hmph! Don't mind if I do!" Asuka growled, snatching the paper out of her hand. Stomping up to the refrigerator, the German flipped to the pertinent page while Shinji and Aya moved up behind her. The two of them watched as Asuka fussed with the newspaper, flipping through page after page. "Just where the hell are the lotto numbers, anyway?"

"Uh, Asuka? I think you just went past them," Shinji told her gingerly. Only to wince when two tufts of the German's hair rose up to form perfect devil horns just before she glared pure death at him. "Well, that is…I mean, with all the trouble you have reading Japanese, I…"

"Oh, back off, Third! I know precisely what I'm doing!" Asuka snarled, almost crushing the paper in her ire. Once satisfied that her fellow pilot was sufficiently cowed, she returned her focus to searching for the required numbers. "Ah, there we are!" the German finally declared after much searching. Then she began looking between the paper and the ticket. "Let's see…the Miracle Six numbers…here we go! And…and…"

Both Shinji and Aya just continued to watch as Asuka alternated between the paper and the ticket. Her expression of superiority faltering as her eyes grew wide. Several querulous sounds escaped her until her eyes froze upon the ticket.

"Well, Asuka?" Misato asked impishly, looking on from a distance. "Are you satisfied yet?"

The German girl didn't respond. She just stood there, staring in shock at the lotto ticket like it was an import from the Twilight Zone. "Huh?" Asuka finally managed to get out, quickly double- and triple-checking the winning numbers. "Huh? Huh?! Huh?!!"

Looking over Asuka's shoulder, Aya decided now was the perfect time to chime. Grinning happily, she looked over at Shinji. "Wow, she wasn't kidding!" the brunette announced, hoping she came off naturally. "You…you really did win it!"

Blinking rapidly, Shinji met Aya's gaze. "I…we did?"

"You bet we did!" Misato grinned as she grabbed Shinji from behind, squeezing him with all her strength. "I still can't believe this is really happening! This calls for a major celebration!"

"It does?" Shinji squeaked out, almost choking on the words.

"Of course! Can you even imagine the things we'll be able to do with that kind of money?" Misato wondered, her mind already awhirl with the possibilities.

"Yeah, well, we'll have to get it first, you know!" Asuka stated, still irritated over having been proven wrong. "Do you even know where to turn that thing in to get the prize money?"

Several seconds passed as Misato looked up at Asuka, her grin subsiding before being replaced by a more sheepish version. "Okay, you've got me there," the purple-haired woman admitted. "Guess I have a little research to do, huh?"

"Yeah, I'd say so," Asuka replied with a gloating smile.

"Well, it shouldn't be too hard to find out," Aya chimed in. "I'm sure if you just look it up on the internet…"

"Good point," Misato agreed as she disengaged from Shinji. "I better check it out right away! I want to get that ticket in there as soon as possible!"

"Right. As in tomorrow morning, if not sooner!" Asuka chimed in as Misato started towards her room. "I don't want that ticket to have a chance to grow legs and sneak off on us!"

"You think I do?!" Misato demanded. "In fact, I'm taking tomorrow off! That ticket's got a one-way trip to the lotto offices first thing in the morning!" Stepping into her room, she slid her door closed. Several seconds passed before the door opened again, letting Misato's head pop back out into view. "Oh, Aya! I'm sorry! I almost forgot that – well…!"

"That's okay, Misato. I understand," Aya replied, waving aside the Major's concerns. "I guess it's not every day you find out that you're rich!"

"Sure isn't!" Misato responded, the girlish gleam in her eyes growing at the word 'rich'.

When Misato had once again sealed herself in her room, Aya turned to the resident male. "Wow. This is pretty amazing, huh?" she spoke in what she hoped was a suitably dazed manner. "I mean…"

"Uh, yeah," Shinji nodded nervously. Smiling in a crooked fashion, he added, "I…I never thought that…"

"I bet," Aya threw in, slowly frowning as she looked at his face. "You know…you're pretty lucky, I guess. The odds against something like this…"

"Well…yeah. I guess so," Shinji shrugged. "I mean…well…"

Nodding thoughtfully, Aya considered the boy she had gone to such lengths for. What the…what's going on here?! she wondered with a tinge of annoyance. He just won…that is, the Major won…I mean…I thought something like this would at least get a real smile out of him!

While Aya was trying to figure out what exactly went wrong with her plan, a voice intruded on her thoughts. "Hey, what are you doing, just standing there?" Asuka demanded grumpily. When the brunette looked about, she saw the redhead approaching with her hands at her hips. "In case you haven't noticed, some of us have business to take care of here! Get going, already!"

"Huh?" Shinji got out, shaken out of whatever stupor he had stunned into in time to watch Aya back away from the volatile 2nd Child. "But, Asuka…Aya doesn't have to leave! I mean, she…"

"Doesn't have to leave?!" Asuka glared at her housemate. "In case you've forgotten, there's two billion yen sitting in the kitchen! What's to stop her from making off with it, huh?!"

"But…Aya wouldn't do that -!" Shinji protested helplessly.

"Wouldn't do that?! Gott, just how naïve are you, Third?!" Asuka growled even as Aya was trying to add to her defense. "You actually trust her with that kind of money? When her own mother doesn't want her around?!"

"But -!" Shinji tried again.

"No 'buts', baka!" Asuka sneered, cutting Aya off once more. "If you think I'm going to let this stray rip us off, you're crazy! Hell, I bet the only reason she came here was that she could steal our winning ticket!"

His jaw falling open, Shinji spat out, "Now, wait! Asuka -!"

"Besides, didn't you say she was there when you bought that ticket?!" Asuka demanded, leaving Aya standing silent again. Swinging her gaze towards the brunette, the German went on, "Hmph! I bet you knew that ticket was winner at school, and that's why you were so keen on coming here with the baka!"

Stung by that accusation and the fact that the German was half right, Aya felt her cheeks heat up. "Now, wait a minute, Asuka! I just wanted to spend some time with Shinji, that's all! Why would I ever steal from him?!"

"Here's a better question; why else would anybody ever want to hang out with him, anyway?" Asuka sneered. Taking Aya by the shoulders, the fiery redhead spun her about and began marching her away. "Now, why don't you do us all a favor; get lost and stay that way!"

Punctuating her words with a forceful shove, Asuka sent the brunette stumbling forward, almost falling to the floor in the process. After a few moments waving her arms about and regaining her balance, Aya found her feet and looked back at the two children she had worked with so often as Maya Ibuki. And saw Asuka glaring at her with an arrogance and distaste she had never seen before, and Shinji...

He looks…so down all of a sudden, Aya thought, shocked by the transformation. He can't…does he really think that…?

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Get going already, stupid!" Asuka ordered, pointing the finger of doom at their now unwanted guest. "We've more important things to do than waste time on a sneak like you!"

Instead of leaving, Aya just stood there and looked at Shinji. Waiting for him to say something, anything. She continued to wait, and all she got was a silence. Silence and a downcast look as shadows overtook his expression. "Shinji…?" she tried, hoping her voice would yield more positive results.

"Oh, cut it out!" Asuka sneered, stepping just before Aya and leaning right in her face. "Look, let me make it perfectly clear! Take a hike, bitch! Now, hurry up and use the door before I shove you off the balcony!"

With a heavy heart, Aya realized that she would not be able to reason with the belligerent 2nd Child any more than Shinji had been able to. And whether or not he believed Asuka's paranoid accusations, Aya realized that there would be no salvaging the situation. At least not that night.

"I…okay," Aya finally spoke, lowering her face as she turned about. Looking over her shoulder at the boy she had apparently failed. "I'll…I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Hmm?" Shinji started as he looked up. A beat or two passed as the two of them looked at each, after which he somehow managed a weak smile that barely touched his face. "Oh, sure. See you then, Aya."

"Yeah, whatever," Asuka grumbled dismissively.

Not willing to listen to whatever other barbed commentary the redhead might choose to subject her too, Aya slowly started away. Her eyes on the floor while she made her way out the door, and every step she took the elevator.

Did I…just make things worse for him? Aya thought, almost chewing on her lower lip at the thought. It hardly seemed possible, given all the horrors she had seen in his file. All of which she now balanced against the look on his face. No happiness, no joy. Only a blending of myriad forms of dismay, worry, and apprehension. But…why? Why would he react that way? What did…did I miss something?

Absently pressing the button for the first floor, Aya once again reviewed the situation. And while she knew that money couldn't buy Shinji happiness, she couldn't see how it couldn't help in the long run, especially considering Hitomi's part of the plan. And she certainly couldn't understand why he had seemed more down as a result of winning more than anything else.

Maybe…it's just his way of dealing with a surprise? Aya eventually wondered, thinking of the limited amount of time she had spent with him in the past. I mean…he was so quiet when he saw Unit 01 for the first time, and… As this thought came to her mind, the brunette thought back to the files she had seen. Files that clearly indicated a life in which surprises were to be considered anything but good.

That makes sense. Maybe he just doesn't deal well with sudden shocks or things like that. And if…he's not really used to people, maybe the way the Major and Asuka reacted…maybe that's why he acted that way. Looking over this hypothesis from every possible angle, Aya eventually decided that it made sense. Something further reinforced when she recalled a conversation she had with Ritsuko while as Maya. That's right. Sempai told me about that party some children threw in honor of Misato's promotion. She said he was really quiet the whole time. Barely said a word.

As Aya thought of the friend and mentor that was the only part of her real life that she truly missed, she found herself being slowly reassured. Yeah, that's probably it, she eventually decided. Once all the hoopla wears off, Shinji should go back to himself. In fact…he'll probably be better by tomorrow. Even as she thought this, Aya frowned. The image of Shinji's somber face still with her, haunting her. A cloud of guilt still hovering overhead. I just…hope he'll want to talk to me.

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"Asuka…did you have to do that?" Shinji asked pensively as he watched the redhead seat herself on the couch. "I mean…I'm sure Aya wouldn't have stolen the ticket. So why…?"

"Give me a break, Third! We don't know a thing about her except what she's fed you! And if you ask me, every bit of it stinks like a dead fish!" Asuka declared as she picked up the TV remote. "Besides, if you think I'm going to take any chances when this kind of money is involved, you're even dumber than I thought!"

"But…" Shinji tried again. Only to have his tongue stilled by another baleful glare from the redhead.

Heaving a defeated sigh, Shinji did the only thing he could think of doing. He went into the small sanctuary that was his room, closed the door behind him, and picked up the one thing that helped him find even the slightest measure of peace when the world went crazy on him. Soon, he had his headphones on, and as he lay back in bed, he turned on his SDAT and let the sweet strains of classical music fill his ears.

For the longest time, Shinji lay there in darkness, trying to put what had just happened behind him. It all seems so stupid, he finally decided. What's the big deal about having lots of money, anyway?

It wasn't the first time Shinji had found himself baffled by such thoughts. He didn't understand the appeal of shopping, or why Asuka had lugged all those boxes of belongings to Japan with her when she didn't even wear the contents of half of them. He couldn't fathom why Kensuke made such a fuss over collector's items and their mint condition, or why his classmates would want even half of the things he heard them talking about at school.

Shinji did understand the value of money. He had a rough idea why the monetary system was necessary to begin with, how it was more efficient than bartering and why people would want enough money to take care of themselves. But he just didn't understood why people could want the sheer amounts of money that were touted in the lotto, or was wielded by the super rich. It wasn't as if they needed all that much to live on, and why would anybody want a massive mansion or to own artworks they probably hated or have a fleet of cars or any of that. It just didn't make sense to him.

Still…everyone else seemed happy about it. That's something, I guess, Shinji finally decided. And…it would be nice if Misato was able to get her car fixed. So…maybe it's not all bad. Heaving a deep sigh, he then frowned at something else. At the way Aya had been all but forgotten all because of a stupid piece of paper, and had ultimately been booted out of their apartment.

I…I didn't even try to help her, Shinji moaned inwardly. The dejected expression worn by Aya as she had left casting a deep, gloomy shadow in heart. I should have said something. I…

As Shinji struggled through the various should-haves that popped through his mind, his SDAT continued to play. Continued until the tape reached the end, rewound, and started back at the beginning. Its wearer barely even paying attention to the music it gave him.

She was looked so…so sad, Shinji thought, his mind heavy with recriminations. Recriminations that were already eating away at him, gnawing at his heart with a deliberate slowness. All the better to hurt that much more. And after she was…she was so kind to me…why didn't I do anything to help her…? A pained groaned stumbled its way out of the boy's mouth as he curled up in his bed. Doing his best to hide his head from the rest of the world. She…what if she hates me now?

On one level, Shinji knew this unlikely. The expression worn by Aya had conveyed hurt, sadness, and disappointment. But there had been no anger, no hatred in her eyes. But on another level, a level that had been shaped and strengthened and given a cruel, nagging voice that told him that she indeed hate him now. That he had driven away a friend, one who had extended to him an unconditional kindness the likes of which he had never known before. And was certain he would never know again.

No! Stop it! I can't…I can't think that! Shinji shrieked at him. Trying in vain to drive away thoughts that were too frightening, too painful to be born. I…I'll just have to…talk to her tomorrow. Yeah…yeah, that's it. I'll tell her I'm sorry, and…well… As this thought gave out, he closed his eyes, his hands involuntarily clenching at the material of his bed. I just hope…that she'll want to talk to me tomorrow…

---

So you couldn't even talk to him at school today? Hitomi asked, arching an eyebrow even as she typed away at her station at NERV.

'I never even got the chance!' Maya or Aya or Ms. Fantastic or whatever she happened to be calling herself at the moment exclaimed in an excessively anguished fashion. 'I'd barely even caught sight of him when half the class came down on him and started congratulating him for winning the lottery!'

Wow, it got out that fast, huh? Hitomi sent, shaking her head impishly. Forget the speed of light! The speed of gossip trumps everything!

'Yeah, well, it turns out gossip had a little help!' Aya grumbled wearily. 'Asuka started telling Hikari and her fan club the big news the instant she got in! It was all over the place before I even knew what happened!'

Well, that's no big surprise, Hitomi sent, bringing up a few memory files she had regarding Asuka and her antics at NERV. Considering the amount of wind she can force out of that mouth, I wouldn't be surprised if half the planet hasn't already heard the big news. Chuckling inwardly at the comedy movie she had accessed via her nanotech, the cyber-clone rolled her eyes before commenting, And, of course, since this is you, I'm guessing things went from bad to worse after that.

'You guessed right,' Aya sent woefully. 'It seemed like somebody was pestering Shinji the entire time at school! Going on about how it cool it was that he won, talking about the things he could do with the money…would you believe that some of the kids actually asked him for loans! He doesn't even have any of the money yet! What kind of jerk would do something like that, anyway?'

I dunno. The same kind of jerk that writes who writes those stupid commercials for those X-Mart superstores, maybe? Hitomi decided, making a face at one such commercial. Talk about tactless! They might as well be saying 'Buy all our crappy products for prices only an idiot would go for or else!' And could the effects they use be any lamer? Please!

'Hitomi, please! I'm being serious here!' Aya groaned despairingly.

Yeah, and if you ask me, that's your first mistake, Hitomi informed her creator candidly. Seriously, you really need to learn how to take it easy! Preferably before you blow a few blood vessels!

There was a deathly silence over the nanotech link for several seconds before Aya spoke again. 'I have a better idea,' she muttered dangerously. 'How about I rig your systems to give you a taser shock whenever you get too mouthy?'

Pausing in her deathly boring duties, the cyber-clone narrowed her eyes as she generated a 3-D simulation in her mind of the results of such an occurrence. You wouldn't dare…

'Well, you like jokes, right?' Aya queried, using that same tone of voice. 'And considering how much of your mouth I've had to deal with, I think sticking you with a built-in joy buzzer would be very funny!'

Sheesh! You really are in a mood today, aren't you? Hitomi commented, fully aware that her creator could very easily make good on her threat. Okay, okay, I get the idea! Groaning at how her fun had been cut short, the cyber-clone decided to try a different tact. So what happens now? Got any other brilliant plans in mind?

'Right now, I need you to keep your eyes open at NERV,' Aya informed her creation. 'Also, be ready to talk to the Major when she comes in tomorrow.'

If she comes in, Hitomi pointed out. What's to stop her from taking a vacation, now that she's got that kind of cash?

'She won't,' Aya stated firmly. 'I remember sempai talking to me about her after the 10th Angel was killed. I asked her why she would choose to stay and fight when it was almost certain we would lose, and she said that the Major has a vendetta against the Angels. That that's why she joined NERV in the first place.'

Whew, that sure explains a lot, Hitomi admitted, quickly rereading several dissertations on human psychology she had downloaded while she had been learning to act exactly as Maya Ibuki did. Say…I wonder if there's anything about in her file? It must be something really juicy!

'Hitomi! Remember the joy buzzer!' Aya growled, saying more with her tone of voice than anything else.

Okay, okay…you buzz-kill, Hitomi grumbled, having already grabbed hold of Misato's public file and queuing it for future reading. So, okay. Assuming she's actually coming in tomorrow…?

'Then find some excuse to talk to her. Tell her about the tax laws you read up on regarding the lottery, as well as the various ways around them,' Aya instructed her in a more businesslike manner. 'Between the tax incentives and the benefits to the children, I'm sure she'll go for them in a big hurry. Even if it doesn't perk Shinji up right away, I'm sure it'll be a big help to him in the long run.'

Right. Got it, Hitomi nodded as she accessed a new romance fanfic she had found yesterday that was filled with all kinds of scintillating scenes. And while I'm working my butt off, doing all your work for you, what will you be doing? Playing some new video game you got?

'Working on a new project,' Aya answered. 'My nano-link to Gendo's phone hasn't gotten me anything major just yet, but I did hear Fuyutsuki commented about D-00's destruction.'

D-00, huh? So you think he was talking about that purple-people eater you ran into? Hitomi inquired.

'That's my guess,' Aya confirmed with an air of grimness. 'The problem is, he also said that he hoped the future versions would be more reliable.'

Uh-oh! And we both know what that means! Hitomi grumbled, rolling her eyes. A whole bunch more Dragon Men are on their way!

'Right. And I was barely able to handle one of them. I really don't want to have to fight even more,' Aya explained, her voice betraying how truly anxious she was about such a prospect. 'But it also gave me an idea.'

Now that is scary! Hitomi returned. Before her creator could make another reference to the promised joy buzzer, the cyber-clone added, And just what do you have in mind this time?

'I was able to take control of Dragon Man when he was infected with my nanites, remember? And my little trip to the TV studio would have gone a lot easier if I had been able to access their security systems,' Aya explained carefully. 'So, I've been working on designing a specialized dart that could inject a small amount of the nanites into different machines. So if run into more things like Dragon Man or something else I want to take control of…'

Then your new Dominator Darts will allow you to draft all the free help you'll ever need! Hitomi grinned, the mere thought of such a thing filling her mind with naughty ideas. Heck, Gendo could even trash the MAGI, and it wouldn't make an ounce of difference! We could infect the new versions as easily as anything else!

'Yeah, well, I'd rather not take any chances with the current ones. Not just yet,' Aya stated firmly. 'There's one more thing. Fuyutsuki was pretty annoyed when the Major didn't come in today. Said he was trying to get all the department heads together for a big meeting with Gendo.'

Probably to encourage them not to ask any questions about Dragon Man, I'll bet! Hitomi decided.

'That's my thought,' Aya agreed. 'But here's the thing. He also mentioned that he wanted Kaji there for it.'

Ryoji Kaji, the UN Inspector? Hitomi commented quizzically. As in that really hot guy who never shaves?

'Uh, yeah. That one,' Aya confirmed uneasily. 'But that worries me. If he's actually in on all of this, then what about the UN? Even with everything we've learned, we still don't know how far this all goes!'

In other words, you'd like me to cozy up to the sly devil and get his silver tongue working overtime! Hitomi grinned as she read some of the pickup lines from the fanfic. Well…okay. I suppose I could make the big sacrifice and try and get him to open up. And I'm sure a little pillow talk would be very informative…

'Just talk to him, okay? You don't have to go any farther than that!' Aya groaned. Snickering at this, Hitomi rendered a 3-D image of her creator with her hand on her forehead. 'And be ready to talk to the Major when she comes in tomorrow! I feel bad enough about cheating the lottery without it having been for nothing!'

Okay, okay! I get the big idea! Hitomi grumbled. When Aya disconnected from her, the cyber-clone shook her head. Sheesh! Talk about stuffy! No wonder she's still single!

Leaning back in her seat, Hitomi glanced over at her fellow bridge bunnies. They had already completed their duties and were relaxing in their own ways. Makoto was giggling over some manga while Shigeru was strumming an imaginary guitar. "All done, I see," she wondered, playing the role of Maya Ibuki to the hilt.

"Yup!" Shigeru agreed in a lazy manner. "Didn't even need your help this time."

"Oh, and by the way, thanks," Makoto chimed in, glancing away from his book. "You know, for helping us that one time?"

"No problem," Hitomi told them congenially. Then, considering the two of them and the years of real-world experience they probably had, she then asked, "By the way…you got any plans for tonight?"

"Plans?" Shigeru repeated, taken aback by this. Looking over at Makoto, the two of them exchanged glances before the guitarist answered, "Well, nothing much. Just a quick stop at a bar before heading home."

A bar, huh? Hitomi thought, considering the possibilities. Her database already had a copious amount of information regarding such places of business. About the gamut they ranged, everything from the classy to the seedy, as well as the kind of goings-ons that happened in such places.

After 1.0095 seconds of thought, Hitomi reached a decision. She looked at her fellow tech and asked, "Mind if I tag along?"

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Sitting back on the couch with a bag of chips in hand, Asuka was casually munching on them and watching the TV when she heard the front door open. "I'm home," came the voice of her so-called guardian. It wasn't long before Misato herself appeared in the living room. "So, how'd everything go at school today?"

"Eh, same as always," Asuka shrugged as she looked up at Misato. "What about you, huh? How was work?"

"Well, the paperwork is as annoying as ever, but that's to be expected," Misato replied with a shrug. A frowning creasing her mouth, the purple-haired woman looked about the living room. "So, where's Shinji?"

"Him? He went straight to his room the moment he got home," Asuka returned, rolling her eyes at the worn expression Shinji had after school.

Frowning in consideration, Misato eventually said, "I see. The other kids still going on about it?"

"Are you kidding? I think it's even bigger news now than it was yesterday!" Asuka grumbled as she changed the channel. "You wouldn't believe the jerks I had pestering me about it! Going on and on…and I think the Third had even twice as many losers on his case!"

"Hmm. I see," Misato murmured, pressing her lips tightly together. "I guess I should have seen this coming, but…I never thought that…"

Yeah. You never think is right! Asuka grinned, snickering inwardly at this. Aloud, she said, "Well, it's his own fault. The little baka just sits there and takes it when he should be telling those jerks exactly where they can get off!"

"You know Shinji wouldn't do that," Misato reminded her. "It's just the way he is." Looking towards his room, the Major stood still for a moment going on. "Look, could you just wait here for a minute while I get him? There's something I need to talk about. With you both."

"Huh?" Asuka started, arching an eyebrow at her guardian. Looking back at the TV, the German gave a casual shrug. "Okay, fine. Assuming you can even get him up!"

A simple nod her only response, Misato then strode over to Shinji's door and slid it open. While she was speaking gently to the boy within, another voice was heard within Asuka's mind. Well, this could be interesting.

Hmph. I doubt it, Asuka grumbled in response. Hardly paying any attention to the television now, the redhead watched as Shinji stepped forth from his room, wearing the same bedraggled look he had worn since the night they had effectively became rich. A look that had grown more pronounced while at school. Gott, what a wimp. Why can't he have just a little bit of spine when dealing with the jerks at school?!

What can I say, young Rider? the demon within purred dangerously. Not everyone is as bold as you are.

Smiling her agreement, Asuka watched as Misato escorted the 3rd Child to the couch. As soon as Shinji was seated, the Major pulled up a chair and sat opposite them both. Blowing a heavy breath out her lips, Misato studied both the children for a time, rocking gently in her seat before speaking. "Shinji, Asuka. I've been talking to the people from the lottery board, and I've finalized arrangements for us to get the prize we won."

"Well, it's about time!" Asuka grumbled. "Honestly, what's the big holdup? You gave them the ticket, for Gott's sake! Why can't they just hand over the money and get it over with?!"

"It's not that simple, Asuka," Misato explained, lowering her gaze somewhat. "Apparently, the board insists that we should make a show out of our winning the big prize."

"You mean like you see on the news?" Asuka gathered. "Where they have those idiots on TV and they hand them this huge check and all that?"

"That's right," Misato nodded somberly. "I know it hasn't have been easy for either of you, dealing with all this craziness in the past few days, but…" The purple-haired woman's eyes shifted towards Shinji, eyes that were narrowed in gentle concern. "They want us to show up at the TV studio in a week. So we can accept the big prize."

Following Misato's gaze, Asuka studied the boy next to her. Shinji just sat there, his eyes still on the floor, a heavy cloud settling on his shoulders. It wasn't long before the German realized why; Shinji disliked situations that left him dealing with loud noises and lots of people even under the best of circumstances. And after two days of unrelenting and unwanted fuss, a trip to a TV studio for even more of the same was about the last thing he needed.

"Hey, lighten up, Third," Asuka muttered gruffly. "It's not like we all need to show up, right?"

"That's right, Shinji," Misato nodded, cocking her head to one side. "You don't have to come if you don't want to. It's okay." Raising his eyes at these words, Shinji glanced at his housemates. He didn't smile, but his manner did lighten somewhat. "Besides, there's something else I want to discuss with the both of you."

Not liking the sound of this, Asuka studied the Major. "What is it, now?"

"I decided to use some of the prize money to set up annuity funds for the two of you," Misato told them without preamble. Both children looking up at their guardian in surprise, she focused her attention on the 3rd Child. "I'll also set up a college fund for you, Shinji."

"A college…?" Shinji gaped, clearly stunned by the idea. "But, Misato…you don't have to do that! I mean, it's your money, and -!"

"But, Shinji, I want to," Misato told him. "Besides, after everything you two have been doing for me – for the world – I feel like I owe you at least that much."

"But…Misato…" Shinji tried again.

"No buts," Misato told him, evoking the no-nonsense manner she wielded as Operations Director. "Which brings me to one other thing. As I recall, I still owe you two a steak dinner for beating the 10th Angel." Taken aback by this, Asuka looked hard at their guardian, who had abandoned sternness for impishness. "I haven't forgotten. In fact, I think a nice, quiet dinner at some five-star restaurant would be the perfect way to celebrate our good fortune. Wouldn't you?"

Blinking rapidly, Asuka thought back to the 10th Angel, and the ramen dinner she had suggested in lieu of a meal that would have left Misato broke. And while she didn't care overly much about some fancy meal, the idea of dining in class did have some appeal. Especially if it was something other than some form of crappy Japanese food. "Well, since you put it that way…why not?"

"But, Misato…Ayanami…" Shinji started.

"Don't worry, Shinji," Misato broke in, smiling as she did. "Places like that have plenty of fancy vegetarian dishes available. I'm sure Rei could find something she would like." The Major's smile deepened as she leaned in closer to her charges. "Just as I'm sure Aya could, as well."

Aya?! Asuka growled, sitting up at this name.

"Huh?" Shinji got out, looking quizzically at his guardian. His eyes fluttering, his mouth hung open for a time before he finally found his voice. "A-Aya, Misato?"

"Of course," Misato assured him with a quizzical look. "What's the matter? Wouldn't you like her to come?"

Damn straight, I don't want her to come!! Asuka sneered inwardly.

"Well…I…" Shinji sputtered as only Shinji seemed capable of. "I mean…sure, I'd like that…but…"

"Then why don't you invite her to come as well?" Misato asked, a measure of concern in her eyes. "Look, I know you feel bad about not having been to talk to her these past few days, but…" Pausing to consider her next words, the Major's face took on a rather sheepish caste. "Besides, considering the way Asuka and I shoved her aside when we found out about that winning ticket…"

"Hey, wait a minute!" Asuka snapped, leaping to her feet and looming over Misato's head. "Don't you try and pin this on me! Besides, the dumb slut was in the way!"

Sucking in a sharp breath, Shinji's face took on a decided edge. "Hey, don't talk that way about her!"

Taken aback by this rare display of heat from Shinji, Asuka stood frozen long enough for their guardian to speak. "That's right. Besides, if anything, I'm more to blame here than anyone," Misato stated. "I don't know about you, but I'd like a chance to make things right with her."

"What the – don't I get any say in this?!" Asuka demanded, a sudden rush of anger flooding her mind and sweeping away all rational thought. "Why do we have to bring her along, anyway?! She's not a pilot! We don't owe her a thing!"

"We don't have to bring her along, Asuka," Misato returned, trying to sound reasonable. "And she doesn't have to come, either." Heaving a deep breath, the purple-haired woman turned her gaze towards the 3rd Child. "But I don't see any reason why we can't invite a friend or two. Do you, Shinji-kun?"

Asuka could see a reason. She could see plenty of reasons why some pathetic scrap of a girl shouldn't be allowed to join in meal intended for her betters, and was more than willing to list each and every one of those reasons for the two of them. Preferably in as loud a voice as she was capable of. But even as the German was building up the needed breath, Shinji murmured, "Uh…are you sure about that, Misato?"

"Of course I'm sure, Shinji-kun," Misato assured him with her own smile. A smile that took on a rather devious caste as she turned towards the irate German. "And, of course, I'd be happy to have Hikari come as well. If you'd like, Asuka."

Practically swallowing her tongue, Asuka glared furiously at the purple-haired woman. She had been completely outmaneuvered; by making this an open invitation to a few friends, Misato had denied her any real reason to protest Aya's invitation. Growling at her sudden impotence, the redhead sniffed loudly before turning about on her heel. "Just be sure to keep the list of invites to a minimum, okay? Unless you want to blow through that two billion in no time flat!"

Chuckling at her victory, Misato replied, "Don't worry, Asuka. I've already got some safe investments in mind to keep us all happy."

Growling in disgust, Asuka stomped away. Barely listening as Shinji said, "Misato…you really don't mind Aya coming along?"

"Of course not," Misato assured him. "Besides, she seems like a smart girl."

Smart girl?! Yeah, right! Asuka sneered as she went to her room, shutting the door and locking it behind her. That brain-dead whore has even less of a spine than the Third! And that whole sweet 'n' innocent act of hers…ugh! She makes me sick!

She does seem to be too good to be true, came a familiar voice within her own mind. A voice that had been with Asuka she had came within a hair's-breadth of death within the depths of a volcano. A voice that vexed her and empowered her at the same time.

Hmph! Seems to be?! She's a total fake, that's what she is, Big Z! Asuka growled as she fell back upon her bed. There's something funny about that slut, and the old whore and the baka can't even see it!

What can I tell you, young Rider? Zarathos oozed in response, as he did so often since entering her body. Not everyone is insightful as you are.

Rolling her eyes at the buttering up that was intended to placate her, Asuka grumbled, Stow it, Big Z! I need to find out about Little Miss Kusanagi, and I mean right now!

Indeed, the demon within her agreed. There is something very peculiar about the young lady's aura. Not a stain of guilt, but something unusual, all the same.

Which means that, as of right now, she's my Number One priority! Asuka decreed, her eyes glued to her ceiling. Too bad my so-called 'partner' managed to get herself blown straight to hell! I sure wouldn't mind her digging up some dirt on that dumb bitch!

Then you'll just have to find out the hard way, I'm afraid, Zarathos sighed. And may I remind you that you have other matters to deal with? Like that shipment of equipment that we must intercept?

Her eyes widening, Asuka groaned loudly as she brought her hand to her forehead. Aw, shiesse! You mean that's tonight?!

Indeed it is. And having lost our 'partner', we must take every opportunity we can to increase our arsenal, Zarathos chided her. And if what we learned about this particular shipment is correct…

Yeah, yeah. I get the idea! Asuka grumbled, one of the thorns to the deal she had made to survive poking into her side. Might as well summon MORBIUS, then. Unless I'm mistaken, we won't have time to wait for those two to go to bed if we want to nail this shipment!

Indeed we won't, Zarathos agreed. And MORBIUS is already on his way, young Rider.

Great. Thanks, Asuka grumbled sarcastically as she rose from her bed and went to her window. With a little work, she managed to slide it open, letting in a cool breeze that blew her hair gently about. And would soon be admitting one of her lost partner's last 'gifts' to her.

As she thought about the entity that would soon be arriving, Asuka's eyes suddenly lit up with a spark of devious inspiration. Say, Big Z, she thought, a wicked smile spreading across her face, you think there might be enough time for a quick stop on the way out tonight?

A quick stop? Zarathos muttered. Asuka could practically see the demon within her narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her. And what exactly do you have in mind?

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As Aya labored within the secret lab that her apartment transformed into, she had to admit that there were times that it was pretty convenient to only require four hours of sleep each night. It had made working on her new dart project far simpler, and it was coming in very handy as she sifted through the various conversations recorded for her by Gendo's telephone even as she began conceptual designs on the darts she had mentioned to Hitomi. All she really needed was the patience to listen through every word he said in order to find the conversations that were important.

Not to mention a strong stomach.

"I can't believe this," Aya grimaced, her features twisted with nausea at some of the things Gendo went on about, almost all interest in her dart project lost in the face of her horror. His various conversations about his lost wife, the inherent weakness and sin of humanity, the way he looked forward to the cleansing of the entire world. "How can anybody stand to be in the same room with him when they have to listen to this sort of thing?!"

As she listened to another of the various interactions between Gendo and Fuyutsuki, how the Commander treated the fate of the world like a simple game of mahjong, Aya couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with the old professor. Why is he even working with that…that monster?! she wondered silently. He…he must know what the Commander…what he and the Committee…what is wrong with him?! Shaking her head as she was forced to sit through another such conversation, Aya lowered her eyes in consideration. For that matter…what was wrong…with all of us?

It was no secret that Commander Ikari was not a very warm man. In fact, there were more than a few people that hated him for the way he eschewed his own son, his cold-hearted treatment of Rei, along with his demeanor around the base had long since earned him the nickname of the King. But they also knew him to be a dedicated man who never shirked his duty, no matter what people thought of him.

Yeah, never shirked his duty to wipe out all life, all in the name of purifying the world! Aya grimaced in absolute disgust as she moved onto the next conversation she had recorded. And by the time index on the recording and the information she had gotten from Hitomi, she immediately knew that it was the meeting with department heads Gendo had requested regarding Dragon Man.

Most of it was fairly routine; the people there asked questions, Gendo gave them non-answers and told them not to talk to anyone. That they should just go on about their work and forget it ever happened. And if they didn't forget, very bad things would happen to their jobs, and them.

Just another day at NERV, Aya eventually decided, the scowl she wore feeling like it would soon be there permanently. Why did I ever think that working there was a good thing? As Gendo's voice once again began to sound within her own mind, the brunette gave the mental command to silence the recording. Ugh. I've had enough of that for one night. I feel like I need to wash out my brain as it is!

Refocusing her attention on the preliminary designs and the basic requirements for a dart capable of injecting any machine with a dose of Angelic nanites, Aya began tweaking her designs when a strange, clattering sound reached her ears. "What the…?" the brunette frowned as she looked towards the balcony that lay a short distance away. Several seconds passed before the sound repeated itself. A sound that was coming from just outside her home.

A sinking feeling settling into the pit of her gut, Aya stood from her chair before mentally activating her apartment's transformation. In the span of a few seconds, computers and machines and advanced lab equipment spun out of sight and was obscured by bookshelves and a couch, as well as other furniture that would be found in a normal teenager's home.

Could it…is it Section 2?! was Aya's first panicked thought. Giving a shake of her head, the brunette forced down this surge of fear. Wait a minute! Get a grip! Why would Section 2 be bothering with me, anyway? Ramming this thought into her mind, the girl considered the situation. Still…I better check it out. Just to be on the safe side.

With this thought in mind, Aya stepped towards the glass doors that led out to the balcony. Brushing aside the curtains that kept the outside world from looking in, she studied the scene before her. The view was the same as it always was; just another section of the technological masterpiece that was Tokyo-3.

But…I know I heard something, Aya thought, almost waiting for the sound to repeat itself. When it failed to do so after several seconds passed, her curiosity finally got the better of her caution. Carefully taking hold of the handle, she unlocked it and slid the door open, feeling the cool night air waft across her skin as she did so. Sticking her head out the door, the girl looked about, waiting for any sign of the invisible boogeyman who had disturbed her.

When nothing jumped out and screeched in her face, Aya frowned that much more. She was almost ready to return inside and forget the whole thing when another sound was heard. A sound that was coming from somewhere above.

Something's on the balcony above, Aya realized, her curiosity further aroused. Stepping fully out into the open, the girl stepped up to the railing and craned her head about. Trying as best as she could without stretching her neck out to see what had disturbed her.

And it was then that something jumped out and screeched in her face.

"Aaaaaahh!!" Aya shrieked, shielding her face with her arm as she fell to the floor. Trying to block the sight of the monster that was now hanging from the balcony above, it's blood-red eyes boring into her mind, it's hideous, shrieking voice tearing through her ears like a hot knife through butter.

It was hideous. Like something spat up from the very depths of Hell itself. It had huge, bat-like wings with pincer-claws, tiny clawed arms and legs with claws that held it tight even while hanging upside down. A diamond-shaped window in its chest revealed a heart of molten lava. And it's face, that horrible demonic face with its horn-shaped ears and burning red eyes, the huge mouth and fangs a vampire would envy. Those fangs flashed before her eyes again and again as it screamed. It screamed and screamed and screamed until Aya thought she would go mad from the sound.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity had passed, the shrieking stopped. Practically deafened by the silence, the girl could only lay there and watch as the unknown horror released its grip on the balcony above, spreading its wings as it flew out of sight.

Heaving breath after terrified breath, Aya continued to lay there, her body still too overwhelmed with terror and adrenaline for her to do anything else. And so she remained that way until another sound penetrated her consciousness. The sound of a powerful motor echoing up from the streets.

Too numbed by what happened to do anything else, Aya shakily crawled to the edge of the balcony. Just in time to see the winged nightmare that had so terrified her fly down to follow a girl riding the largest motorcycle she had ever seen. The mechanical beast had a demonic skull with horns decorating the front, and its tires were engulfed in flame, and riding it was a girl who looked much a like a typical biker. Except that her head was a horned skull wreathed in flames.

The…that's the Ghost Rider!! Aya thought, her eyes bugging out at the horned biker whose visage she had seen in various newspapers and even a cosplay store. Her astonishment growing as she watched the bat-thing fall in line behind her as she sped out of sight.

A nervous sweat rolling down her face, Aya continued to stare down at the streets, gazing at the molten trail left by the Ghost Rider's monstrous bike. Seconds slowly passed, and the tremors running through her body eased…and were replaced by scales of orange rock.

She…she sent that thing! She sent it up here just to scare someone! Aya realized, her fear evaporating as a feeling not unlike when she ignited her body crept through her insides. Her scientific mind quickly running through several possibilities and immediately discarding them. If the Ghost Rider had some reason to spy on her, that creature would never have revealed itself. If she wanted to attack Aya, then she would have done so by now. Leaving only one possibility remaining.

The Ghost Rider had spotted someone alone in her apartment and decided to play a cruel joke on her. Had scared Aya out of her mind just for a sick kick.

On most days, Aya would have grumbled about such thing and ignored it. Firmly of the opinion that people who would stoop to such tactics were pathetic attention-grabbers who were hardly worth the effort. But after such a long time of working, of dealing with the horrors within NERV, after seeing one of her plans apparently blow up in her face, and worst of all, making Shinji feel even worse than he did before, this was not most days.

"That…that monster!!" Aya snarled, tongues of flame rising up as her knuckles hardened into stone. Unspent emotion coming to the fore as tears of anger and frustration and emotional exhaustion ran down her face as she leapt up off the balcony and into her apartment. Automatically grabbing hold of the door and curtains, she closed her apartment before stretching and slithering out of her clothes. Leaving them to fall to the floor, she ran to where her costume lay hidden and quickly donned it before assuming the physical form of Ms. Fantastic.

"Alright, you sick bitch!" Ms. Fantastic snarled even as she oozed her way out through the locked door of her balcony. Her wariness of heights completely forgotten as she summoned an invisible platform to carry her down to the streets. "If you think I'm going to just sit around and take this, you've got another thing coming!" Upon feeling the city street beneath her rollerblades, the high-tech heroine sped forward, her eyes locked on the blazing trail of the Ghost Rider's bike. "And you better have one hell of an insurance policy, because it's clobberin' time!!"

Consumed by anger, Ms. Fantastic continued her pursuit. A part of her that had lain buried for the longest time enjoying the rage she was allowing herself to feel. Enjoying it a lot…

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Author's Notes: Maya getting angry? Only in fanfiction, I guess! Still, I hope you will all read and review! And maybe check out some of my other stories, maybe?

F-14 Tomcat Lover, talk about an idea! I wish I had thought about it! Then again, there's nothing to stop me from throwing it in as a slight rewrite.

Mike313, I'm glad that you like Hitomi, and trust me, there is a reason for her antics. And as you can see, the lottery scam didn't work out quite according to plan.

Xardion, you are not the only one who smells a setup.

Quathis, that's another omake idea I'll have to keep in mind. Thanks.

Just one omake this time. Sorry. Hope you all like!

Omake

"Aw, man! What's going on with Maya these days?" Shigeru groaned tiredly as he sat at the bus stop.

"Ugh, I don't have a clue…" Makoto got out, his hand on his forehead as he fought the migraine headache that was assaulting him. "I mean…seven different bars in one night?! And did you see her packing away the beer?!"

"I saw it, alright," Shigeru nodded, this simple act painful to him. "And I also saw her feeling up that one biker guy at the fifth bar!"

"You saw that, too?" Makoto gaped in astonishment. "Ugh, I thought that was just me being drunk!"

"That's what I thought about her!" Shigeru concurred, knives jabbing deeper into his brain. "And the way she kept dragging us around…what is with her?!"

"Don't know…and don't care," Makoto groaned miserably. "I just hope that whatever it is wears off by tomorrow!"

Giving as much of a sardonic chuckle as he was capable of, Shigeru agreed, "Yeah…or at least she's paying for her little night out even more than we are!"

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Back at the home of Maya Ibuki, Hitomi staggered haphazardly into her living room. Her uniform was torn in several provocative spots, with the largest tear along the seam in the region of her buttocks. Beer stains marked her uniform, a uniform that had been carelessly thrown back in place after the capper to her night out.

"Yup…I was right!" Hitomi grinned crookedly as she moved forward, barely having the presence of mind to close the door behind her, never mind locking it. "Human biological functions can be (hic!) lots of fun, alright!" Stumbling forward, Hitomi finally tumbled to the floor and just lay there. "Hmm…I'm gonna have (hic!) do this more often…!"

Nodding to herself as she slowly fell asleep, Hitomi added, "Yeah…like tomorrow night. Just have to remember to (hic!) leave the guys behind. Whatta pair of (hic!) lightweights…"