Chapter 2
Feelings Found
Shinji went into the kitchen, and came back with a glass of milk. He then went to
Misato's room, grabbed a baby bottle (from when she thought her and Kaji would have a baby),
and measured. He came back, handed the bottle to Asuka, and she asked, "What am I supposed to
do with this?"
Shinji took the baby from her, then the bottle, and started feeding her, holding the
bottle to her mouth, and her head upright. As he sat there, slowly rocking the baby, Asuka
asked, with a motherly tone in her voice, "Shinji...what was your mother like?"
* * *
"Mommy, mommy!" the young boy said, running to his mother, only reaching her knee. He
pulled on her skirt, and kept crying, "Mommy, mommy!". She looked to him, and smiled so
heartily, that young Shinji stopped crying, but still pulled on her skirt.
"What is it honey?" she said, her tone as motherly and loving as ever.
"Mommy, daddy wants you. He...he yelled at me." Shinji said, looking down, ashamed.
"Well lets just talk to that mean old man. I'll make him nice." She said, taking his
hand, and walking him down to his father's office room. He skipped along the way, showing his
age.
When they arrived, Shinji ran behind his mother. His father had his hands in front
of his face, his sunglasses shining with the very little light. His brown hair was short,
but long enough to move freely.
"Why are you saying those things to Shinji? You know that he is our son! Why?!" his
mother said, clutching Shinji's hand tightly.
"Woman...shutup." his father said, and pushed them aside, as if they were simple
fodder.
Shinji mother pulled on his arm, and he turned to her, and just slapped her. She
stared at him, her crystal blue eyes shaking in the dim light, as a tear fell down her
cheek. Gendou started to walk away, but she turned him around, slapped him, and ran away,
leaving Shinji and his father there. Gendou stared down at the boy. His cold, piercing
stare going down into Shinji's very consciousness. Gendou squatted, sitting on his heels,
and shook Shinji.
"What is wrong with you boy?! Getting your mother mad like that! It's your fault
she's dieing! You shouldn't even get her out of bed!" he said, each word making Shinji be
shaken harder. When Gendou finally let go, Shinji fell to the ground, crying. Gendou got
up, turned away from him, and took a few steps, and stopped. "Its your fault Shinji!"
* * *
"She...I don't remember." A lie. He couldn't tell her that it was his fault that she
died. It was all his fault!
"My mother she was terrible. I can't even call her a mother except through
biological order she had this little doll!she called it Asuka! It wasn'it didn't even look
like me!" Asuka said, her turning to Shinji, the tears flying from her eye.
Shinji looked at herstared into her sapphire eyes, and she flew into his arms.
He looked at her, as she sobbed into his t-shirt. His arms were still up, and he was
still looking forward when he noticed this. He put his arms down and around her, trying
his best to comfort her. She sobbed and sobbed, choking on her tears. He felt...he felt
for the first time...that he...that he felt sorrow for someone else. As she sobbed, he slowly
went and wiped the sweat off of his head, from being afraid that she would slap him.
Then, she looked up, the tears still coming down, but more slowly.
"Shinji?" Asuka said, followed by her sniffing some loose snot back up.
"Yeah Asuka?"
"Shinji...I want to tell you something..." she said, hesitantly.
"Asuka...I...I think I already know..and...I do too." He said, smiling, with a tear
falling with his astonishment.
"But...I have to say it Shinji...I...I... I lo-"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" suddenly the baby started crying. Asuka got up,
as if nothing happened, and got the baby. Shinji got up, and as Asuka walked in, he motioned
her to Misato's room. She followed, the baby in harm. Shinji sat on the bed, and laid down,
and motioned for her to come. She did, and set the baby in the middle of them, and they just
smiled.
Feelings Found
Shinji went into the kitchen, and came back with a glass of milk. He then went to
Misato's room, grabbed a baby bottle (from when she thought her and Kaji would have a baby),
and measured. He came back, handed the bottle to Asuka, and she asked, "What am I supposed to
do with this?"
Shinji took the baby from her, then the bottle, and started feeding her, holding the
bottle to her mouth, and her head upright. As he sat there, slowly rocking the baby, Asuka
asked, with a motherly tone in her voice, "Shinji...what was your mother like?"
* * *
"Mommy, mommy!" the young boy said, running to his mother, only reaching her knee. He
pulled on her skirt, and kept crying, "Mommy, mommy!". She looked to him, and smiled so
heartily, that young Shinji stopped crying, but still pulled on her skirt.
"What is it honey?" she said, her tone as motherly and loving as ever.
"Mommy, daddy wants you. He...he yelled at me." Shinji said, looking down, ashamed.
"Well lets just talk to that mean old man. I'll make him nice." She said, taking his
hand, and walking him down to his father's office room. He skipped along the way, showing his
age.
When they arrived, Shinji ran behind his mother. His father had his hands in front
of his face, his sunglasses shining with the very little light. His brown hair was short,
but long enough to move freely.
"Why are you saying those things to Shinji? You know that he is our son! Why?!" his
mother said, clutching Shinji's hand tightly.
"Woman...shutup." his father said, and pushed them aside, as if they were simple
fodder.
Shinji mother pulled on his arm, and he turned to her, and just slapped her. She
stared at him, her crystal blue eyes shaking in the dim light, as a tear fell down her
cheek. Gendou started to walk away, but she turned him around, slapped him, and ran away,
leaving Shinji and his father there. Gendou stared down at the boy. His cold, piercing
stare going down into Shinji's very consciousness. Gendou squatted, sitting on his heels,
and shook Shinji.
"What is wrong with you boy?! Getting your mother mad like that! It's your fault
she's dieing! You shouldn't even get her out of bed!" he said, each word making Shinji be
shaken harder. When Gendou finally let go, Shinji fell to the ground, crying. Gendou got
up, turned away from him, and took a few steps, and stopped. "Its your fault Shinji!"
* * *
"She...I don't remember." A lie. He couldn't tell her that it was his fault that she
died. It was all his fault!
"My mother she was terrible. I can't even call her a mother except through
biological order she had this little doll!she called it Asuka! It wasn'it didn't even look
like me!" Asuka said, her turning to Shinji, the tears flying from her eye.
Shinji looked at herstared into her sapphire eyes, and she flew into his arms.
He looked at her, as she sobbed into his t-shirt. His arms were still up, and he was
still looking forward when he noticed this. He put his arms down and around her, trying
his best to comfort her. She sobbed and sobbed, choking on her tears. He felt...he felt
for the first time...that he...that he felt sorrow for someone else. As she sobbed, he slowly
went and wiped the sweat off of his head, from being afraid that she would slap him.
Then, she looked up, the tears still coming down, but more slowly.
"Shinji?" Asuka said, followed by her sniffing some loose snot back up.
"Yeah Asuka?"
"Shinji...I want to tell you something..." she said, hesitantly.
"Asuka...I...I think I already know..and...I do too." He said, smiling, with a tear
falling with his astonishment.
"But...I have to say it Shinji...I...I... I lo-"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" suddenly the baby started crying. Asuka got up,
as if nothing happened, and got the baby. Shinji got up, and as Asuka walked in, he motioned
her to Misato's room. She followed, the baby in harm. Shinji sat on the bed, and laid down,
and motioned for her to come. She did, and set the baby in the middle of them, and they just
smiled.
