DISCLAIMER: All characters are the property of Gainax Inc. I'm just borrowing
them for my second fanfic (the first one is in the middle stages, I'm just rushing
through with the second one). So watch out for the real first fic!
Part 1: Relevations (by YIH)
A solitary tear trailed down the left side of her face. It shocked Shinji to see it.
He had never before seen so much vulnerability or so much sadness on Asuka's
exquisite face. It took a long time coming, but he admitted it now. He liked
Asuka. He thought she was extremely beautiful.
Too beautiful for me, he accepted mournfully.
He glanced at the clock in the middle of the room. The minute hand reached 12.
It was officially 10 p.m. It was rather late for him to be out on a school night. But
he still didn't feel compelled to leave. It seemed as something inside of him was
guiding him to stay. To watch for something?
"What?" He voiced out loud in thoughtful contemplation.
His words came out a moment too soon as the heart monitor broke into his lazy
mind. The line had been zig zagging across it at a slow and steady pace. It
suddenly dropped off into a single line. The line of death. Shinji's heart stopped
in that instance. Words pounded his head as he screamed for the nurses and
the doctors. For anyone to come and help.
It seemed like an eternity before anyone came. In reality it was only 30 seconds
before a bombardment of doctors and nurses swept into the room with their
serious mindsets. His blue eyes were wide, and he was in shock as he stared at
the heart monitor. A sympathetic nurse laid a hand on his shoulder and began to
guide him out of the room.
It took Shinji a few moments to realize they were kicking him outside of Asuka's
room. He fought it. He wanted to stay. He had to see if she'd be okay. He
glanced at the nurse and with a forcefulness he had never shown before he
uttered the word, "No."
The nurse didn't understand, "No?"
"No, I'm not leaving," Shinji lucidly stated.
The nurse sweatdropped. Her mind was whirling. This was breaching hospital
standard rules to allow him to remain inside the room. She decided she too
would have to be firm, "You must go. It will only harm the young lady if you stay."
The logic of the words penetrated into Shinji's brain and he slowly digested it. He
murmured, "Ok," so softly the nurse almost didn't hear. The next minute he was
gone. It was almost as if he hadn't been there. But he had been. It was
obvious. A small teddy bear laid forgotten on a side table, a small gift that he
had been tempted to buy and had bought for Asuka.
Misato found him an hour later sitting outside of Asuka's room. The doctors and
nurses were still busy in her room. For all he knew, she could be dead. It was
that profound deliberation that caused his blank look. The same phrase circled
his head, "She might be dead… She might be dead… She might be dead…"
Maya had informed Misato of Asuka's condition and Misato had rushed over.
She had already spoken to one of the nurse's and Asuka was in critical condition.
She was slipping into deep shock and once she got into that state, it was only a
matter of time before the inevitable happened. Currently, the doctors were
working on a way to safely move her to the I.C.U. without further increasing the
trauma. She saw Shinji and she knew he knew that Asuka was knocking down
on death's door.
"Shinji," Misato whispered. He didn't respond. "Shinji!" Misato snapped.
Shinji looked up. It looked like he had grown up instantly. If anything he had
learned not to run anymore. He was facing his problems. The expression on his
face was still haunting. It was so devoid of emotion.
"Misato." It wasn't a greeting. It was a statement.
"Shinji, let's go home."
He didn't say anything. He stood up like an old man and walked down the
hallway to the parking lot where Misato normally parked her car. All Misato could
do was follow him. Too many things coming into her mind for her to think
straight. One clear thought did break through. Shinji wasn't acting like the Shinji
she knew.
During the whole car ride back, Shinji withdrew into himself. Whatever topic she
tried to approach was soundly dismissed with the silence. At least, she
considered, that is somewhat like him.
However, she didn't know what Shinji was thinking was unlike him. A strange
expression passed over his face. It read of regret. He was regretting that he had
never been more bold or audacious around Asuka. She would have appreciated
that. She would have been pissed. But she would have been admiring of me or
at least respectful, he sighed inside. She might never wake up from her coma.
She might even be dead right now. Misato would know. She won't tell me. She
knows I care for Asuka. Or else she wouldn't have tried to distract me from the
fact that… She might be dead. She might be dead. She might be dead. And I
never got to tell her… I love her. I love her. I admit it. I don't only like her. I
don't only think she's beautiful. I love her. Only her. For always.
It was nearly midnight when they arrived at Misato's apartment. He didn't say
anything to her as he went into his room. He sat on his bed and let his memories
of Asuka override the pain and uncertainty he was feeling. He reminisced every
slap, every remark, every insult, every glare, every shout, every hit, and the one
kiss. It was with the memory of that kiss that he fell asleep.
them for my second fanfic (the first one is in the middle stages, I'm just rushing
through with the second one). So watch out for the real first fic!
Part 1: Relevations (by YIH)
A solitary tear trailed down the left side of her face. It shocked Shinji to see it.
He had never before seen so much vulnerability or so much sadness on Asuka's
exquisite face. It took a long time coming, but he admitted it now. He liked
Asuka. He thought she was extremely beautiful.
Too beautiful for me, he accepted mournfully.
He glanced at the clock in the middle of the room. The minute hand reached 12.
It was officially 10 p.m. It was rather late for him to be out on a school night. But
he still didn't feel compelled to leave. It seemed as something inside of him was
guiding him to stay. To watch for something?
"What?" He voiced out loud in thoughtful contemplation.
His words came out a moment too soon as the heart monitor broke into his lazy
mind. The line had been zig zagging across it at a slow and steady pace. It
suddenly dropped off into a single line. The line of death. Shinji's heart stopped
in that instance. Words pounded his head as he screamed for the nurses and
the doctors. For anyone to come and help.
It seemed like an eternity before anyone came. In reality it was only 30 seconds
before a bombardment of doctors and nurses swept into the room with their
serious mindsets. His blue eyes were wide, and he was in shock as he stared at
the heart monitor. A sympathetic nurse laid a hand on his shoulder and began to
guide him out of the room.
It took Shinji a few moments to realize they were kicking him outside of Asuka's
room. He fought it. He wanted to stay. He had to see if she'd be okay. He
glanced at the nurse and with a forcefulness he had never shown before he
uttered the word, "No."
The nurse didn't understand, "No?"
"No, I'm not leaving," Shinji lucidly stated.
The nurse sweatdropped. Her mind was whirling. This was breaching hospital
standard rules to allow him to remain inside the room. She decided she too
would have to be firm, "You must go. It will only harm the young lady if you stay."
The logic of the words penetrated into Shinji's brain and he slowly digested it. He
murmured, "Ok," so softly the nurse almost didn't hear. The next minute he was
gone. It was almost as if he hadn't been there. But he had been. It was
obvious. A small teddy bear laid forgotten on a side table, a small gift that he
had been tempted to buy and had bought for Asuka.
Misato found him an hour later sitting outside of Asuka's room. The doctors and
nurses were still busy in her room. For all he knew, she could be dead. It was
that profound deliberation that caused his blank look. The same phrase circled
his head, "She might be dead… She might be dead… She might be dead…"
Maya had informed Misato of Asuka's condition and Misato had rushed over.
She had already spoken to one of the nurse's and Asuka was in critical condition.
She was slipping into deep shock and once she got into that state, it was only a
matter of time before the inevitable happened. Currently, the doctors were
working on a way to safely move her to the I.C.U. without further increasing the
trauma. She saw Shinji and she knew he knew that Asuka was knocking down
on death's door.
"Shinji," Misato whispered. He didn't respond. "Shinji!" Misato snapped.
Shinji looked up. It looked like he had grown up instantly. If anything he had
learned not to run anymore. He was facing his problems. The expression on his
face was still haunting. It was so devoid of emotion.
"Misato." It wasn't a greeting. It was a statement.
"Shinji, let's go home."
He didn't say anything. He stood up like an old man and walked down the
hallway to the parking lot where Misato normally parked her car. All Misato could
do was follow him. Too many things coming into her mind for her to think
straight. One clear thought did break through. Shinji wasn't acting like the Shinji
she knew.
During the whole car ride back, Shinji withdrew into himself. Whatever topic she
tried to approach was soundly dismissed with the silence. At least, she
considered, that is somewhat like him.
However, she didn't know what Shinji was thinking was unlike him. A strange
expression passed over his face. It read of regret. He was regretting that he had
never been more bold or audacious around Asuka. She would have appreciated
that. She would have been pissed. But she would have been admiring of me or
at least respectful, he sighed inside. She might never wake up from her coma.
She might even be dead right now. Misato would know. She won't tell me. She
knows I care for Asuka. Or else she wouldn't have tried to distract me from the
fact that… She might be dead. She might be dead. She might be dead. And I
never got to tell her… I love her. I love her. I admit it. I don't only like her. I
don't only think she's beautiful. I love her. Only her. For always.
It was nearly midnight when they arrived at Misato's apartment. He didn't say
anything to her as he went into his room. He sat on his bed and let his memories
of Asuka override the pain and uncertainty he was feeling. He reminisced every
slap, every remark, every insult, every glare, every shout, every hit, and the one
kiss. It was with the memory of that kiss that he fell asleep.
