Neon Genesis Evangelion belongs to Anno-san and his fellows at Studio Gainax, not to mention to good people at ADV Films. I love playing with his characters and fortunately have no money to make a good target. Warning! OOC ahead (well duh! ^_^) and a little lime content. Have fun!
Seishoku Garasu Studios Presents…
The glow of the computer lights cast an eerie glow about the darkened room. In fact, most people would have found the light cast from the glowing monitor to be quite an annoyance, however, for the young woman that was seated in front of the computer unit it was of no consequence. If only because she considered what she was doing infinitely more important than the minor discomfort that the light caused. Of course, the minor thought crossed her mind that she didn't quite have to do this particular task at this time of night, but for her it was easier to work alone like this. Not to mention the fact that if she wanted to have any semblance of an attack strategy ready by tomorrow she need this done tonight.
Lightly, the soft snores from her neighbor and general apartment roommate came to her ears from the next room over and she let her features soften for a minute despite the mental concentration required to set up her own personal firewall. It was only at these times, when everyone else was asleep and she was free from prying eyes that Asuka allowed herself to think nicely of her fellow pilot. At first, it was only to push away the demons that chased her throughout the night; it was rather nice to have someone that despite all odds genuinely seemed to be nice to her for no other apparent reason. Slowly, however, especially after her experience inside the volcano, and then after he had disappeared into the twelfth Angel her possible feelings for the young man began to leech their way into her mind. Perhaps it was even possible that she would allow him to kiss her again…
Shut up. The rational mind of Asuka Langly Sohryu gave her heart a swift kick in the arse. Thoughts like that were dangerous and were not needed. Asuka shook her head lightly and scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration. Damn, good thing I took those computer courses in college, they actually came in quite handy. She allowed herself a small smile as the lines of code that she had been working on for hours straight compiled on her computer. Then corrected any errors the program spit back, soon she would be ready.
An original fan-fic by Garasu…
At last! Asuka swallowed the incredible urge to whoop with joy as finally, on the third trial run her code came back error free and compiled properly into a little executable. A quick glance at her clock told her what she felt in her back, neck and eyes: that she had spent the better part of the night working on this little program of hers. Soon the sun would be coming over the horizon and expecting her to get up along with it.
Asuka sighed quietly as she saved the program and then transferred over to her school laptop where it would be accessible at all times. It had been a long, long time since she had last spent the entire night doing a project, in fact the last being was her senior project at college, that she didn't really know if she could handle a full day of school or not. This little pervert better take the bait I give him or I will be one mad EVA pilot. Asuka though violently, until the thought of what would happen to little Panty Raider when he did take the bait crossed her mind. Heh heh…wunderbar.
Asuka coughed slightly when her evil cackling threatened to wake the residents on either side of her room and quickly undressed. She could at least get a small amount of rest before she had to be up. Her last conscious thoughts were of Shinji, sleeping in the next room over and the fact that that baka better get up this time or there will be hell to pay.
Panty Raider
Episode 2: Roter Teufel Strikes!
Ironically, at the same instant, a pair of eyes snapped open in the next room over and regarded the ceiling before his sleep weary eyes. Shinji shivered violently and closed his eyes again. Why do I have this bad feeling that someone is thinking about me? He asked of himself as his arms tried to rub any kind of warmth into his body. After only a few minutes it became painfully aware to his mind that he was not going to be allowed back to sleep again so he resigned himself and slowly drug his weary body from the nice warm covers.
Minutes later Shinji Ikari slipped into the pleasantly warm waters of the bath and sighed to himself. He wasn't really comfortable with the way his dreams had been going lately as they slowly have started changing to ones of a decidedly more…erotic nature. Of course, he figured, it more than likely had a good deal to do with his new side-job to earn more money but that still didn't mean he had to like it one bit. Shinji was always the kind of person who shied away from any sort of physical contact and the sort of things he did often in his dreams were anything but physically distancing. Perhaps it was time to start thinking about retiring? But quickly, his mind dismissed that notion; he was too close from his objective to quit now, no matter how it was affecting him.
Bubbles cascaded gently up to the surface of the water as Shinji shifted restlessly in the tub, trying his hardest to relax all his thoughts away. Unfortunately, the way his mind was working at that time there wasn't enough time in the day to soak his problems away and besides, Asuka should be getting up soon, and he really didn't want to be getting in the red-heads way of her bath. It seemed that a good long soak in the morning was the only way to calm her usual temper down, so he made sure she had access to the bath whenever she wanted it.
It was with at least a little more refreshed feeling that Shinji started making breakfast after he had dressed. He had found the empty tray and plate by Asuka's door on his way to the kitchen and had already filled the sink with lukewarm water to soak away the encrusted leftover foodstuffs. Now that he really thought about it, though, it was rather strange to Shinji that his happiest times were making sure his moody red-head was happy. Of course, usually when he was busy making her happy she was no where to be seen until he had finished the deed, which, in his estimation, made the moment all the more better. To say that Asuka's presence was abrasive was an understatement upon the highest order.
As the smell of fresh cooked miso soup filled the room, Shinji suddenly realized that while he had been thinking of his roommate, she had yet to make an appearance. He couldn't even hear the sounds of water being splashed about, a strong indication that she had at least woken up. I wonder where could she be? She is almost always up by now. Shinji wondered, before a crease of concern swam across his brow. Could she be sick? Unfortunately for his health there was only one way to find out.
Getting up from the table Shinji wandered down the hall as quietly as he could, lest she actually was sick and needed her rest. A moment later he was standing before her door and contemplating his next move. Should he knock and risk waking her up? Or should he just open the door and take the risk that was doing nothing that he shouldn't see?
A bright crimson blush appeared on his face as the implications of that statement made itself known. Even as he decided to knock, he couldn't shake the image of Asuka getting dressed from his mind.
"Asuka?" Shinji called her name softly moments after he knocked, concern tingeing his voice. "Asuka, are you awake? We're going to be late if you sleep much longer, and your breakfast is getting cold."
"Mmph," came the muffled reply. A least that confirmed to his conscious that she was still in bed and not in any stage of undress.
Shinji opened the door as quietly as he could and stood upon the threshold of the German girl's room. It was a very rare event that caused the young EVA pilot to enter "hell" as his friends called it. Asuka was very possessive of her domain and didn't like anybody entering her room without her express permission. Permission he certainly didn't have at this moment in time.
"Asuka? Are you feeling alright?" Shinji asked once again, making his way to her bedside. Unconsciously, he avoided the various piles of clothing scattered at random about the room, his concern for her overriding, at least temporarily, his self-preservation instincts.
"Nein," she answered in German, and even though Shinji didn't understand a lick of the language, he had managed to pick up a few of the one-word replies his companion said often. That unfortunately meant he also had a very healthy vocabulary of some very naughty German curses in his repertoire.
At first he had thought she was answering his question, and was in fact about ready to turn around and head out of her room and let her sleep in when he heard a giggle escape from her lips. A quick regard later he determined that Asuka could only be having some sort of pleasant dream. When another giggle escaped from the red head's lips, Shinji was entranced. It wasn't exactly like he hadn't heard her giggle before, but this one sounded completely different from any other sound he had heard her utter. If he could describe it as anything, Shinji would place it under completely happy, a nice joyous sound that was music to his ears.
As Shinji stood beside Asuka's bed wondering what she was dreaming about, or who, his rational mind fought a war of aggression. She really needed to get up; otherwise they were going to be late. Unfortunately, in his opinion, the rational side won out in fairly short order.
"Auska," Shinji gently shook his roommate, trying to wake her up in the gentlest manner he could. She was sometimes very grumpy in the morning and he didn't feel like dealing with her wrath if this just happened to be one of those mornings. All he got for his efforts was another giggle and a few mutterings in German.
"Asuka, come on were going to be late for school." Shinji shook her harder this time, not caring if she hurt him or not. His threshold for pain was getting pretty big now anyway, what with all the hits he'd been receiving since his new roommate arrived. This time, though he actually did get a reply that somewhat made sense to him, even if it scared the wits out of the poor young man.
"Mmmm, Shin-chan…let me sleep in today, just for today okay?" She moaned softly under her breath, making the poor male pilot freeze in his tracks and his eyes widen to show the whites clearly. That tone of voice…that god awful, dripping with honey soft voice she used was like nothing he had ever heard anyone use in his presence. She wasn't teasing him, he knew because she was more than likely barely conscious of what she was saying. The voice was genuine and suddenly, more than any other time he could remember, Shinji feared for his life.
"She must be sick," Shinji reasoned to himself, voice shaking heavily. Fever was the only thing that could make Asuka Langly Sohryu say something like that to him, and in that tone of voice. "Yes, that's it," he convinced himself as he walked, woodenly, towards the German's bedroom door. "Sick… ha ha…very sick."
Poor Shinji Ikari never made it through his breakfast.
"Hey, Shinji!"
The young EVA pilot turned at the sound of his voice and spied his friend Kensuke trailing behind the taller and more athletic Touji, coming up behind him as he went to lunch. "Oh, hey guys. Sorry I was kind of off into my own little world there."
"Yeah, we noticed," Touji said as he caught up with his shorter friend. "What's gotten into ya, man? You've been moping all day today! Kensuke and I would think you'd be jumping for joy that the demon didn't come to school today."
Shinji smiled a shy smile as Kensuke ran up to him and added his two cents worth. It was just like them to believe that his world revolved around the presence, or absence of his red-haired companion.
"No, I think she's sick today," he added after Kensuke finished his tired of joy for a devil-less day. He lied slightly, in that he knew she wasn't sick, but still after all morning thinking about what she had said, he had at least determined that Asuka certainly wasn't within her right mind either. Maybe she'd been having too much stress in her life lately?
"Oh, well…" Touji answered, completely at a loss of words when his friend hadn't answered with the enthusiasm he had expected. "Well, I hope at least she gives you some peace and quiet then, but somehow I doubt that she would."
Shinji had to chuckle at Touji's remark. Indeed, the relatively few times Asuka had been sick she'd been an absolute terror always bossing him about more than usual and demanding in no uncertain terms that he was to wait on her hand and foot. It had been an all too brief sweet revenge when during that one particularly nasty evening she lost her voice due to the coughing fits.
"Don't worry, I think she'll be fine, and I know I'll survive somehow." Shinji remarked and gave his fellow stooges the best smile he could muster.
The smile worked like a charm, and soon his friends had moved on to better topics, or at least in their estimation better topics. Shinji could only frown as his companions once again felt the need to mention his alter ego. In some ways, he liked being famous, even if nobody knew who he was, but it still felt so strange to be talking about himself or listen to other boys speak of him in a worshipful manner. It didn't help, as well, the few dark expressions the girls gave anyone who mentioned his night job.
I wonder if I will always feel guilty about it, even though it's something that I kind of enjoy. It's fun being able to sneak into people's houses at night and not be detected. It's more than enjoyable as well to have a little bit of spending money. Shinji smiled. He had been extremely cautious about the money given to him through his various jobs. Most of it went to several bank accounts that were not situated within the city. The little that made it into his personal bank account, only after being transferred from several other banks to increase the paper trail, was just enough to buy a few things here and there. Everything else was for the gift, or for college. Mentally, Shinji shrugged, tuition had to be paid somehow and he rather doubted that NERV would see fit to make sure the pilots were well compensated anytime soon.
"Shinji, yoo-hoo." A hand in front of his face brought the young pilot back to the here and now and he regarded the owner of the hand with a quizzical stare. "I asked if there was anyone in particular that you would like to have visited by our God of the Night."
"God of the Night?" Shinji asked, quite literally stunned. "Who would that be?"
"Haven't you been listening to a word I've been saying?" Kensuke asked, slightly miffed. "The Panty Raider, you idiot. You know, the guy that's the hero to every ecchi and hentai in this school, and maybe even this city!"
Shinji immediately decided that he didn't like the slight gleam in his friend's eyes. "No, I think that what that guy does is rather disgusting," he commented quietly, though for some reason a vision of a half naked red-head, lying stomach down on her bed and blowing him a little kiss wiggled itself into his mind. Hmmm, maybe he wouldn't mind seeing her…No! Shinji shook his head and violently tried to suppress the rising blush that threatened to overtake him.
Kensuke regarded the ever rising red color that appeared on his friend's face and smiled. Heh heh, typical Shinji Ikari, that's for sure. Says one thing, but you just know that something else is on his mind. I wonder who he's thinking about? Maybe that cute new girl that sits four seats back from him?
Outwardly, Kensuke dropped the line of conversation without much fuss. He knew better than to try and draw the EVA pilot away from his fantasies. Besides, he added to himself, I bet they're not even that bad.
Fortunately for all involved that the lunch bell chose that particular time to ring, ordering all the students back to their seats and the promise of yet another boring second impact lecture.
The first thing that Shinji noticed when he got back to his desk and powered up his laptop was the fact that someone had sent him a message while he was gone. The second thing he had noticed was the time stamp on it. It had been just shortly after he had left for lunch. Damn, he swore to himself. I hate keeping clients waiting. With a small frown, Shinji launched the secure chatroom he used to conduct his business and sent off a message to his possible client that he was present once again.
praider Please excuse me, I had other business to attend to. What can I do for you?
roter_teufel Whatever, sure doesn't speak kindly of your business if you make a client wait.
Shinji regarded the screen with quiet surprise. This one was definitely different than the others. He was a lot more outspoken. Most clients he had tended to be painfully shy, and reasonably scared that they would get caught at what ever they were doing, the only exception being his last business venture. That man had certainly not been rude, just very efficient. The pervious mood though, had been that business attitude that he had gotten used to, and while this one had thrown him off it certainly made slipping into Ikari Business Mode a bit easier. He didn't take too kindly to being insulted, especially if the said insulter expected him to do such a dangerous job for him.
praider If there is something I can do for you, I can assure you that the fastest way to have it refused is to insult me.
roter_teufel Yeah, Yeah. I understand you can get anything asked for as long as an address is provided as well as some other information.
praider Within reason. I make no promises. The circumstances and the …conditions of the deal will determine if the job is feasible.
Somehow, Shinji had the feeling that the conditions of this agreement would have to be impossible to refuse for him to do this assignment. He could feel the dislike for this man and his attitude radiating from within his mind, yet he still managed to keep his outward manner calm and gave the potential client every benefit of the doubt. Sometimes, hentais were just very socially inept; it was something he understood, even if it wasn't the same sort of ineptness that he showed.
roter_teufel Hmmph, figured. Anyway here's the address. The object is simply PWP-s. Do you think you can handle that? Oh and the conditions and payment for this little job are in the next attachment.
Shinji never got to the other attachment, or at least not for a very long time. The address that this person had sent him was too familiar for him to make any coherent thought possible. It wasn't like he had expected for this to happen sooner or later, especially considering the target, but he had always hoped that he would be lucky enough to avoid anything like this until he could afford to be picky or even retire.
Shinji checked again and simply stared at the black letters printed on the white screen before him. For written in plain black japanese was his very own address. To make matters even worse the "-s" could only belong to one person, a certain roommate of his. To be more specific a red-headed roommate.
praider I'll look into the matter. I will contact you with my decision soon.
That was all Shinji could get out before his business mode fell apart around him and all color drained from his face. He quietly closed the laptop in front of him and placed his head between his hands, the price of the deal all but forgotten for quite some time.
Asuka woke up in a sudden haze, barely conscious of her surrounding environment. The small band marching through her head a clear indication to her sleep fogged mind that she had slept way to long. Rubbing her head to protect herself from the increasing tempo of pain that ran over her brain, Asuka spared a brief glance towards the digital timepiece that was in her room.
"What??? That BAKA! Why didn't he wake me up?" Asuka was about to contrive some new and very interesting words to place in the newest version of Webster's International Dictionary when the ringing of the phone brought her from her anger induced haze. Grumbling still about bakas and all manners of hentais everywhere she got up and padded her way towards the offending object.
"Hello? Katsuragi residence, Sohryu speaking." She answered quickly. She still couldn't quite place the edge out of her voice but she hoped she at least sounded polite enough to satisfy the caller. Damn Japanese and their polite ways.
"Oh, Asuka! Great you're up." The happy voice of Misato Katsuragi replied to the younger woman's greeting. "Shinji called me and told me you were quite sick today and had to stay home. I was just checking to see if you were feeling any better?"
Asuka's temper suddenly left her as she realized that the baka had covered for her and actually did something nice.
"Oh, I'm fine Misato." Asuka answered, a little more subdued than before, her edge completely gone. "Thank you for calling."
"No problem! Shinji said he'd bring your printouts back with him from school today. Is there nothing else that you need from me?" With assurances from Asuka that she did not, in fact, need any special medications Misato hung up the phone, leaving Asuka to stare blankly at the wall.
"Baka," she muttered as she left to get dressed. "This still doesn't mean I like you, but I guess you're tolerable." All other thoughts were silenced as the nice warm bath water began to run into the tub and the young woman began to get ready for the day ahead of her. What was left of it anyway.
A scant hour after Asuka had left the bath found the EVA pilot softly humming to herself as she booted up her computer and loaded the special software that she had spent a great deal of last night compiling. She had been hoping to conduct this business at school where the anonymous IP address system of the school's network would have made it more difficult to trace her location. However her special software, aptly named the Red Wall, would be protection enough from most tracer programs on the market. She was a genius after all and this little firewall was a brainchild of hers. Asuka spared a small evil smile.
"It's time to hunt a Hentai." The red head's evil smile widened as the program boot up and initiated itself. Moments later she was busily thrumming through channels with the patience of a skilled hunter looking for clues on the whereabouts of the one who called himself the Panty Raider. As her search dragged on however she was a bit surprised at how well the young man guarded himself as she had figured that someone as perverted as the raider would have almost no brains whatsoever.
Soon enough, though, her searching was rewarded and she was able to track down the address of the chat room he supposedly used for all his business transactions. The red haze of blood flooded Asuka's vision as the target she longed for came ever closer to her grasp so it was with an incredible sense of disappointment that she found the man not at his chat room. Where in the world can he be? She thought viscously as her fingers thrummed impatiently upon the wood of her desk. It was at that time that her stomach decided to inform her that it required something to eat; since she had slept in she had therefore skipped breakfast and had completely forgotten about food in her current attitude.
"Oh all right," Asuka muttered and got up from her seat to make her way to the kitchen. "I suppose perverts have to eat too and he'll probably be back by the time I finish." So it was that thought that found Asuka sitting at the kitchen table a few minutes later with a pile of leftovers in front of her and happily giving into the wants and needs of her stomach.
Just as she was finishing the last of the ramen noodles a sound from her room indicated that she had received a message. Considering that the only chat room she had left open was the one with her target she had a fairly good idea of who it was. So it came as no surprise when she walked into her room and found a message from the panty raider himself.
"Show time," Asuka's earlier evil mood returned with a vengeance as she sat down and read the message that the self styled thief had given her. "Hmmph, polite bastard." She uttered as she contemplated her next move. Given her temper though, it was hardly surprising that she was not quite as courteous as her target.
"Ha! He's got balls!" Asuka found herself laughing at the angry retort that came back her way. She felt it was something that the Commander would say if he were pissed: calm, yet no loss of an edge could be detected. "So far, Mr. Hentai, you're not doing too badly, but now it's time for your undoing."
Even as she said the words Asuka sent the attachment that contained her address and the "item" she was requesting. Just one of her boring white ones; she had so many more fancier things in her possession but she felt she didn't need to over do it. Besides, once the raider took her bait and came to retrieve the item she would be victorious! It wasn't like he was going to see anything intimate of hers anyway.
The reaction she received wasn't quite what she had expected, but she figured that with as safe as he showed himself to be so far it wasn't so completely far fetched and that nothing was wrong with the situation. Although, to seal the deal for sure she made sure to send the picture she had spent a lot of time drawing after she had first come up with this idea. Asuka was a decent artist in her own eyes and certainly could make something quite recognizable. But the picture she drew of herself in one of her…racier numbers was nothing short of masterful in her own vaunted opinion. She had spent a lot of time making sure that the shading was correct and had even taken the time to color in the item just to make sure she sealed the deal.
Asuka rubbed her hands in barely concealed evil glee as she sat, hardly waiting for an answer. She was going to catch the most perverted resident of Tokyo-3 with her bare hands and it felt damn good.
"Asuka Langly, Pervert Slayer!" Asuka laughed to herself. Soon, however, her evil mood overtook her emotions and the small apartment was filled with evil laughter the likes of which it had never heard.
Unknown to the evilly laughing figure a certain penguin cowered in fear at the sound and promptly hid himself in his fridge. That damn red-head was too damn scary in his opinion.
By the end of the day, Shinji had collected enough of his wits about him to make a somewhat educated decision concerning his latest client. He needed the money, yet he cared about Asuka too much to let any one else see that part of her that he so longed to see. He would of course check the fee, but unless it was high enough to afford the item he wished to get immediately he knew with certainty that he would refuse the job. It was just too much of a risk.
With the most important decision made, Shinji logged back on to his computer and began to download the attachment that contained the fee. Oddly, it was in a picture format which made him leery enough to scan, but when it came up clean he shrugged silently. Of course the title of the picture: "Something that I know you can't refuse" made him nervous all over again.
A few seconds later the picture began to resolve before his eyes one pass at a time. He hated it when people saved pictures in that damn progressive picture format; it made even fast connections seem terribly inadequate. All thoughts, however, left him when the picture was resolved enough to reveal a face completely familiar to him. In Japan most people had dark hair, if it wasn't black it was some color that was dark enough to be considered almost black, it was the natural way of the people native to his country. The example before him was one that nobody in the country could mistake for a native, as if her bright auburn hair wasn't enough of a tell tale sign there was the smooth porcelain white skin or the voluminous blue eyes as well. Each factor burned an image of the girl in the minds of all who encountered her. The drawing that was being revealed to Shinji was exquisitely done, even considering it had been done with a colored pencil. Everything was exactly rendered with no detail left unturned.
It was almost as if the drawing had come alive, the way the figure turned coyly towards the artist, leaning against what Shinji assumed was a wall. When more was revealed to him, Shinji's eyes widened imperceptibly and it felt as if his mind had just jumped off a cliff. Her bare shoulders were colored and shaded in an arousing light cream, just good enough to simulate a skin tone, but further than that, the reason that caused his mind to come to a grinding halt was the fact that she not clothed from the waist up.
The picture was tasteful, of that he was grateful, as the turn of the model's back was just enough to reveal the slight rounded form of her breast and left everything specific to the imagination. Shinji almost didn't even get past this fact, but slowly, painfully his eyes wandered down and was relieved – imperceptibly – to find that she was indeed not completely naked. However, the sapphire blue color of her lacy panties that covered just enough of her shapely rear to be "decent" was something that he never in a million years imagined the person would wear. After that, came long, long legs that were rendered in as much detail as the rest of the girl's body. The drawing was utterly perfect.
Shinji had just enough brainpower left to recognize the softly smiling visage of Asuka on the screen before him and to hit the "delete" button before he blanked out. The laptop automatically closed the image and stuck it into the trash folder before any one else could spy what had caused the Third Children to rather noisily fall out of his chair.
Weakly, and to the tune of a lot of silent giggling and whispering, Shinji got back up into his chair and regarded the screen before him. He didn't want to know how that person had gotten that picture of Asuka, or why they wanted to send that as payment but it was just enough to cover his formerly empty senses with white hot rage. He, fortunately, managed to conceal it from the rest of the class as his hands folded themselves up underneath his chin and he glared at the screen before him with narrow slits for eyes. If glares were enough to break machines, the poor laptop wouldn't have stood a chance as Shinji quietly contemplated his reply. It wasn't very hard.
praider No.
That word just about summed it up enough without giving too much information on the subject. Short and too the point, he would have done his father proud right then and there. Of course, his soon to be forgotten "non-client" couldn't believe what she saw on the screen.
"What the hell?" Asuka nearly spat at the screen. That damn hentai bastard was refusing her? She had to make sure he knew the full details of the deal, just to make sure he wasn't a total freaking idiot.
roter_teufel You are aware that the drawing is yours, and that because you accepted it you have unofficially accepted the deal?
Asuka smiled, that would get him for sure. This guy maybe a pervert but he had to have a business sense. Who could refuse one such as her in her underwear? The reply brought her up short.
praider The picture has been deleted. I reserve the right to refuse any deal, and I'm refusing this one. The person must be no older than fifteen; I do not steal minor's panties no matter what the price.
Shinji thought that that was a good excuse. He, in truth, felt sickened by stealing something of Asuka's but not just because she was a minor by the law but that was the reason he would vehemently stick with.
roter_teufel Whatever. Your loss.
Asuka was pissed, but confused at the same time. The pervert of all perverts refused to do a job because it involved a minor. It didn't even matter that she hated thinking of herself as a minor, the mere fact that this little panty stealer was using morals against her.
"Oh well," Asuka sighed letting her anger and confusion go in one large exhalation. "That was the easy way; your arse is still mine Panty Raider." With her last word, Asuka initiated her special trace program. She had already noticed earlier that the IP address of the pervert's room was actually on the school network, confirming her earlier surmise that the little hentai was a student. Within no time her trace program could find the exact address of the computer being used and then she could trace the person from there. Plan B was a bit harder, but she would still win. Asuka Langly Sohryu refused to lose to anyone, especially a lowly pervert.
"The hell?" The next statement out of her mouth was a note of surprise as her programs initiative was intercepted by something else. The next thing the confused red-head noticed was that a little object marched out onto her screen. "It looks...it looks like unit zero!"
Indeed, the little chibi figure, almost cutely rendered by a computer was an exact picture of the prototype evangelion. It stood there at the center of her screen and "glared" at her. Glare being an excellent description because the figure on her computer had its mono eye starting straight out at her and its hands were on its hips in a freaky parody of an angry mother. The pilot of unit two just sat in front of her computer screen staring at the little image, too shell shocked to even think about doing anything.
Before Asuka could do anything else or gather her wits about her, the little unit zero smiled suddenly and let out a little "hee hee" through her speakers. It quickly flashed a victory sign using two fingers of one hand, the other hand still placed at its hips, before walking over to her Red Wall icon and began nibbling on it.
"Shiest! A computer Virus!" Asuka got her brains back under control just quick enough to disengage the modem and slap an anti-virus quarantine around the chibi figure. As Asuka assessed and lamented the damaged code to her program, the little chibi unit zero walked back and forth inside a graphical fence. Even as her anti virus software took care of the little annoyance the image was still laughing from inside its pen, remaining the annoyingly cute graphical representation of the virus until the end.
"Crap, its going to take me another night just to fix this damn code! I guess it's over to plan C…as soon as I figure out what that is." Asuka stared at her computer screen accusingly, as if she were talking to panty raider herself. "And you don't worry, your arse is still mine, you're just a more resourceful pervert than I thought."
With those final words, Asuka got up and switched her computer off. Shinji would be home soon, and she thought that maybe it was time that she thanked him properly for covering for her this morning. She supposed that he would like something to eat as soon as he got home. Once she started thinking about the other pilot, and her roommate, Asuka forgot completely about the frustrations of the afternoon and lost herself completely in the task of making a nice snack.
When the final bell rang, releasing all the students from the respective classes, Shinji Ikari packed up his things and left his seat without another word spoken to anyone. He was still quite mad at the event that had just happened and couldn't bear to talk to anyone at the moment. All Shinji wanted to do was get home and collapse in his room to think. He was so quick to leave, in fact, that he did not even notice the interested glare coming from the back of the class room directed towards him.
The quiet figure regarded her subject for a moment or two before retracting her finger from the key board and the small "execute" button on which a single, delicate digit had been hovering over for quite some time. Only she and the unknown assailant knew the danger that the young pilot would have been in had his location been traced by the program she intercepted. Quietly, she folded the laptop up and placed it in her bag. If she had anything to say about it, she would like to keep the young pilot ignorant of this sudden unexpected interest in his computer location. It was after all, a part of the promise she had made to herself.
As Rei Ayanami passed the young man who was in charge of the cleanup duty for the evening, the boy could have swore he heard something come from the enigmatic girl's mouth, but quietly explained it all as a deranged mirage. Ayanami did not speak, that was that.
It was indeed good that he had not heard her, as the mumble was below the hearing level of most people, for if he had the hapless lad would have promptly feinted on the spot. For Rei had uttered the single most vehement sentence she had ever thought of.
"I will protect Ikari-kun at all costs."
Rei smiled to herself, a small barely visibly smile that only those that knew her well would have been able to spot. Finally, satisfied with her statement and the conviction behind it the young blue-haired woman walked out of the school heading for her own small apartment.
End
Author's Endnotes: Bwhahahahahah! Now this episode was fun to write. ^_^ I hope you enjoyed the next addition to my little bit of insanity, even though some of the jokes were a fair bit corny. As always comments and criticisms are welcome. I usually dislike writing lime content but felt it was necessary in this case, and besides is was pretty watered down. Heh heh, but who am I to argue about fan service? Hope you enjoyed it, for what it was worth. Once again big thanks to Dante-san for pre reading! See you all in episode 3: Trouble on the Homefront!
Additional Notes: Yes, this is a re-released version of episode two. As anyone who can remember the older one there were a few errors myself and my pre-reader, for whatever reason, did not catch the first time around and I felt that some things could have been better. Hence, this re-vamped part 2. Astute people will also notice that the title of episode three has changed. I just couldn't make my original plan work, so I formulated a new idea to base it around. I really hope you'll be pleasantly entertained. This part will be submitted as soon as I send episode three to my pre-reader so be assured that it will only be a matter of a day or so before all new material. Oh joy, ne? ^^ See you all next time around!