On The Flip Side, With No One to Talk To
Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, all rights belong and are in the hands of the Gainax anime production company as well as Anno. Strictly writing this for the sake of something to do and to test my skills as a writer, no profit is to be gained from writing or publishing this fiction on any public or private internet site.
It was eerily quite in the depths of NERV's third branch. The cages were silent, not a word could be heard. Central Dogma was alive, lights of all shapes and sizes danced around the screens of computer monitors which were accompanied by the few who worked them. Down in the infirmary, laid out on a bed, was Shinji Ikari all locked away in his head. He lay dreaming dreams that were his own and none else's. By his side stood a scowling figure, the name to that figure was that of Asuka Langley Sohryu. "I could have destroyed that angel easily if you hadn't interfered." She cursed him to no avail, he didn't move, nor stir.
"Baka! Just because things look grim on the battle filed doesn't give you the right to interfere!" Asuka half yelled, leaning over the boy with her right fist drawn. "Fool, now look what you've done. You've given everyone a big scare and you're probably laughing it up in that stupid head of yours." Her words drifted off as she sat back down in her chair with a saddened sigh. "At least you're not dead. leaving me to do all the work, what kind of person are you? It doesn't matter. you're just as good as dead anyway, you can't do a thing like this." Asuka quieted down to just a whisper, if the dark, shadow drawn room hadn't been so silent, she herself would not have even heard it.
Asuka thought back to the earlier events of the day. What the angel had done to her, what it had almost had done to her, what it could have done to her. The thought of the angel inside her mind, opening up her painful past brought back memories of what the angel had unfolded, and the memories flooded back into her mind. Asuka clasped her hands around her face as tears slowly welled in her eyes. She clutched her head as she began to relive that horrible day when she lost the only thing she loved.
The body, hanging from the ceiling as it gently swayed from one side to the other. Asuka stood in the corner of an imaginary room in complete darkness where the shining red light could not reach her. She was undeserving of its' warmth. Asuka watched as her former self, burst into the room filled with happiness that she had been picked for something great. Asuka watched on as the little girl came to a stop right before the body, the face of the body being her mothers own. A thin stream of red flowed from the lips of the hanged woman, the drips and the drops fell onto a small child's toy.
The doll baring slight resemblance to the little girl who now had tears flowing from her eyes. The dolls right arm was saturated in blood, as were the eyes that fashioned splotches of red, almost like the doll was crying tears of blood. Asuka stood in the corner, horrified at the sight, which fell before her. She had promised herself never to remember this horrible memory again. She tried to block it out, but it wouldn't work, she tried to close her eyes but she looked on anyway. 'No! I won't have it! This is just a dream, nothing but a stupid memory!' She cried inwardly as the little girl approached the doll.
The girl picked up the doll, she paid no heed to the drops of blood that fell onto her soft, tiny hand. In the corner watched a scared fourteen- year-old girl, she could barely hold back the tears, which pleaded and begged her to free them. 'I won't cry. I'll never cry! I'll be strong, I don't need anybody, and I don't need their help either.' Said the little girl, slowly increasing her grip on the doll, forcing its' head back with the applied pressure. 'Never will I be like you Mama, where you were weak. I'll be strong.' The little girl let the doll fall from her grasp, as it hit the floor she turned her head and looked over to Asuka. The girl stared at Asuka for what seemed like hours, her gaze Asuka felt she had been turned to stone by it. The girls' body turned and she walked towards the shocked Asuka standing, trembling in the corner.
The little girl's body twisted and contorted as it walked towards Asuka, becoming taller, thinner, it had shorter hair and took on a look familiar to her. The form that stood not two feet away was shadowed completely except for the eyes. Those deep, penetrating blue eyes were locked onto Asuka's, they almost glowed as she felt her mind was breaking down. 'Shinji? What have I become? I'm so alone, nobody cares.' Asuka pleaded, she felt alone, though there was someone with her.
'You are only as alone as you make yourself out to be Asuka. I have always been here. Misato has always been here, Rei has always been here, and Hikari has always been here. We all care for each other but are afraid to express our emotions, much like you are.' As he sounded out each of the names, the bodies for which they belonged to appeared in the room. Shinji was there; he wore his plug suit and had a sorrowful look on his face. Misato was there, she had on her NERV uniform and wore a serious look, her hard eyes intimidating the now shaking Asuka. Rei was there, dressed in her plug suit, emotionless, as she had always seen her. Hikari was there, dressed in her school uniform; a big smile was spread across her face, those friendly inviting eyes, soothing away some of her fears.
Asuka snapped back to reality, she was covered in a cold sweat. Her breathing was heavy and deep, she looked over to the boy beside her. He wore the same face as she had seen just moments before. "I don't want to be alone, not when all of you are here." Asuka got up and stared down onto her fellow pilot. She sat on the side of his bed, she felt the urge to take his hand inside her own, to feel his warmth, to know he was really there and not just an image in her mind.
She watched his face, an hour passed as she kept her gaze on him. In that time four tears had fallen from his closed eyes, and twice had he called out for someone to be with him. 'He doesn't even know I'm here.' Asuka thought turning her next action over in her mind being completely sure she could do it. After a few more moments of debating she leaned close to Shinji's face. "I'm with you Shinji, as long as I'm here you won't be alone." She trailed off falling a bit closer to his face, exhausted from the days happenings.
A small smile crept its' way across Shinji's face. It wasn't a smile of happiness; it showed relief and thankfulness, like that, which one gets when a heavy burden has been lifted from their shoulders. "Thank you." His voice was soft as a feather, Asuka's eyes snapped all the way open as she leaned backwards into a sitting position.
Shinji's eyes were only open as slits, though Asuka could still make out the blue of his eyes. "No one likes to be alone." His voice was louder this time, but as he said this he quickly drifted back off into his previous unconscious state of being.
Asuka smiled warmly, she didn't know why at first and she tried to hide it. She then found her reason and smiled even brighter. She would never be alone, she had Shinji, and Shinji had her. They would never be alone for they had each other. And both would do everything in their power to keep the other from harm.
Asuka stood up and weakly stretched her legs and arms. She turned for the door and walked over to it taking the handle into her palm. She turned it until it opened, she looked back just in time to catch a glimpse of something she had missed completely. A single rose stood atop the table beside Shinji's bed. Asuka smiled warmly at the rose, she didn't know why but as she gazed at the object she felt more at ease with the world. The room became black, the rose emanated a light like she had never seen. She saw Shinji in his bed, the light from the rose spilling out onto him, her eyes became heavy and closed. She collapsed onto the floor and blacked out.
A.N.: This fic takes place after the attack from the fifteenth angel Arael. This is just a "What if" fic that I thought up of that might have happened if Shinji disobeyed orders and went up to try and help Asuka getting caught himself in the onslaught of the angels psychic assault. Some things were changed so if you don't like things to stray from the original story line don't bother reading though they only to help the effect which I am trying to give. If there is some rhyming I apologize, we just finished reading some of Shakespeare's plays in school and they're still fresh in my head.
Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, all rights belong and are in the hands of the Gainax anime production company as well as Anno. Strictly writing this for the sake of something to do and to test my skills as a writer, no profit is to be gained from writing or publishing this fiction on any public or private internet site.
It was eerily quite in the depths of NERV's third branch. The cages were silent, not a word could be heard. Central Dogma was alive, lights of all shapes and sizes danced around the screens of computer monitors which were accompanied by the few who worked them. Down in the infirmary, laid out on a bed, was Shinji Ikari all locked away in his head. He lay dreaming dreams that were his own and none else's. By his side stood a scowling figure, the name to that figure was that of Asuka Langley Sohryu. "I could have destroyed that angel easily if you hadn't interfered." She cursed him to no avail, he didn't move, nor stir.
"Baka! Just because things look grim on the battle filed doesn't give you the right to interfere!" Asuka half yelled, leaning over the boy with her right fist drawn. "Fool, now look what you've done. You've given everyone a big scare and you're probably laughing it up in that stupid head of yours." Her words drifted off as she sat back down in her chair with a saddened sigh. "At least you're not dead. leaving me to do all the work, what kind of person are you? It doesn't matter. you're just as good as dead anyway, you can't do a thing like this." Asuka quieted down to just a whisper, if the dark, shadow drawn room hadn't been so silent, she herself would not have even heard it.
Asuka thought back to the earlier events of the day. What the angel had done to her, what it had almost had done to her, what it could have done to her. The thought of the angel inside her mind, opening up her painful past brought back memories of what the angel had unfolded, and the memories flooded back into her mind. Asuka clasped her hands around her face as tears slowly welled in her eyes. She clutched her head as she began to relive that horrible day when she lost the only thing she loved.
The body, hanging from the ceiling as it gently swayed from one side to the other. Asuka stood in the corner of an imaginary room in complete darkness where the shining red light could not reach her. She was undeserving of its' warmth. Asuka watched as her former self, burst into the room filled with happiness that she had been picked for something great. Asuka watched on as the little girl came to a stop right before the body, the face of the body being her mothers own. A thin stream of red flowed from the lips of the hanged woman, the drips and the drops fell onto a small child's toy.
The doll baring slight resemblance to the little girl who now had tears flowing from her eyes. The dolls right arm was saturated in blood, as were the eyes that fashioned splotches of red, almost like the doll was crying tears of blood. Asuka stood in the corner, horrified at the sight, which fell before her. She had promised herself never to remember this horrible memory again. She tried to block it out, but it wouldn't work, she tried to close her eyes but she looked on anyway. 'No! I won't have it! This is just a dream, nothing but a stupid memory!' She cried inwardly as the little girl approached the doll.
The girl picked up the doll, she paid no heed to the drops of blood that fell onto her soft, tiny hand. In the corner watched a scared fourteen- year-old girl, she could barely hold back the tears, which pleaded and begged her to free them. 'I won't cry. I'll never cry! I'll be strong, I don't need anybody, and I don't need their help either.' Said the little girl, slowly increasing her grip on the doll, forcing its' head back with the applied pressure. 'Never will I be like you Mama, where you were weak. I'll be strong.' The little girl let the doll fall from her grasp, as it hit the floor she turned her head and looked over to Asuka. The girl stared at Asuka for what seemed like hours, her gaze Asuka felt she had been turned to stone by it. The girls' body turned and she walked towards the shocked Asuka standing, trembling in the corner.
The little girl's body twisted and contorted as it walked towards Asuka, becoming taller, thinner, it had shorter hair and took on a look familiar to her. The form that stood not two feet away was shadowed completely except for the eyes. Those deep, penetrating blue eyes were locked onto Asuka's, they almost glowed as she felt her mind was breaking down. 'Shinji? What have I become? I'm so alone, nobody cares.' Asuka pleaded, she felt alone, though there was someone with her.
'You are only as alone as you make yourself out to be Asuka. I have always been here. Misato has always been here, Rei has always been here, and Hikari has always been here. We all care for each other but are afraid to express our emotions, much like you are.' As he sounded out each of the names, the bodies for which they belonged to appeared in the room. Shinji was there; he wore his plug suit and had a sorrowful look on his face. Misato was there, she had on her NERV uniform and wore a serious look, her hard eyes intimidating the now shaking Asuka. Rei was there, dressed in her plug suit, emotionless, as she had always seen her. Hikari was there, dressed in her school uniform; a big smile was spread across her face, those friendly inviting eyes, soothing away some of her fears.
Asuka snapped back to reality, she was covered in a cold sweat. Her breathing was heavy and deep, she looked over to the boy beside her. He wore the same face as she had seen just moments before. "I don't want to be alone, not when all of you are here." Asuka got up and stared down onto her fellow pilot. She sat on the side of his bed, she felt the urge to take his hand inside her own, to feel his warmth, to know he was really there and not just an image in her mind.
She watched his face, an hour passed as she kept her gaze on him. In that time four tears had fallen from his closed eyes, and twice had he called out for someone to be with him. 'He doesn't even know I'm here.' Asuka thought turning her next action over in her mind being completely sure she could do it. After a few more moments of debating she leaned close to Shinji's face. "I'm with you Shinji, as long as I'm here you won't be alone." She trailed off falling a bit closer to his face, exhausted from the days happenings.
A small smile crept its' way across Shinji's face. It wasn't a smile of happiness; it showed relief and thankfulness, like that, which one gets when a heavy burden has been lifted from their shoulders. "Thank you." His voice was soft as a feather, Asuka's eyes snapped all the way open as she leaned backwards into a sitting position.
Shinji's eyes were only open as slits, though Asuka could still make out the blue of his eyes. "No one likes to be alone." His voice was louder this time, but as he said this he quickly drifted back off into his previous unconscious state of being.
Asuka smiled warmly, she didn't know why at first and she tried to hide it. She then found her reason and smiled even brighter. She would never be alone, she had Shinji, and Shinji had her. They would never be alone for they had each other. And both would do everything in their power to keep the other from harm.
Asuka stood up and weakly stretched her legs and arms. She turned for the door and walked over to it taking the handle into her palm. She turned it until it opened, she looked back just in time to catch a glimpse of something she had missed completely. A single rose stood atop the table beside Shinji's bed. Asuka smiled warmly at the rose, she didn't know why but as she gazed at the object she felt more at ease with the world. The room became black, the rose emanated a light like she had never seen. She saw Shinji in his bed, the light from the rose spilling out onto him, her eyes became heavy and closed. She collapsed onto the floor and blacked out.
A.N.: This fic takes place after the attack from the fifteenth angel Arael. This is just a "What if" fic that I thought up of that might have happened if Shinji disobeyed orders and went up to try and help Asuka getting caught himself in the onslaught of the angels psychic assault. Some things were changed so if you don't like things to stray from the original story line don't bother reading though they only to help the effect which I am trying to give. If there is some rhyming I apologize, we just finished reading some of Shakespeare's plays in school and they're still fresh in my head.