That's what I told them. But they didn't believe me.
Here are their eyes. {()] [()}
A quote from an odd friend of mine. Don't ask.
Disclaimer: ~(Neon Genesis Evangelion)Î(DreyonLegacy's possessions)
Fourth Impact
Chapter 27: Romantic Interlude (more like lewd, if you ask me)
Takoru slumped in the couch, Lilliko plopping down beside him. He used the last of his energy to wrap his arm about her, and lay in exhausted bliss as she leaned into him.
Hikari smiled at them as she placed a tray laden with tea and cookies in front of them. "I take it that you've been training my son in the way of the sword." She said cheerfully to Lilliko. Lilliko nodded, reaching forward to grab a cookie. She shoved it into Takoru's mouth and grabbed a second for herself. Takoru gratefully began to chew.
"He's a good student." She said, in no way betraying what they actually had been doing all afternoon.
(AN: No, they weren't doing that, you perverts. They were off pulling pranks, or in the arcade, or something. Not doing that.)
Hikari nodded knowingly. Takoru finally got the energy to sit up, grabbing another cookie and wolfing it down. "Great cookies, mother." He said, "As always."
Lilliko nodded. "Yes, these are excellent, Suzuhara-san." Hikari blushed slightly.
"Please, just call me Hikari. You're practically family." Lilliko nodded, blushing a bit herself.
"Say," Takoru spoke up, "can I sleep over at the Nagisas' again? Lilliko says that she has some old books on samurais that she wants to go over with me."
"You're spending so much time there, you practically never sleep here anymore." Hikari complained. Takoru sunk into the couch a bit.
"It's sort of hard to get all cuddly and romantic with your girlfriend when you have three nosey siblings and a nosey father to deal with." Hikari sighed in resignation. She remembered her own experiences when she had been dating Touji. Touji might have wrung Shinji for information on his relationship with Asuka, but Asuka had done the same to her.
"I suppose so. But I do want you here at least half of the week. You cannot move in with her yet. You're only fifteen." Takoru nodded, his joy only slightly dampened. Then he smirked.
"Well, then, I know what I want for my sixteenth birthday."
Lilliko, who had been listening avidly to the conversation, finally asked, "And what would that be?"
He grinned ear to ear, knowing that he was going to get yelled at and possibly hit. "What I want for my birthday is that spot on the left side of your bed."
"Takoru!" Hikari exclaimed as Lilliko turned red. He gave his mother an innocent smile.
"Don't worry, mother, I'm just going to sleep there. If I wanted something more I would have said the spot between Lilliko's legs instead." Lilliko turned an even deeper shade of red and slapped her boyfriend hard.
"You're going to have to wait a few years for that one." Lilliko told him firmly.
Hikari glared at her son, who only rubbed his cheek and smiled. Then he writhed over and planted a passionate kiss on Lilliko's surprised and defenseless lips. Pulling back he whispered, "It will be worth it."
Whack!
"…torn by your departure,
when you left for the heavens,
with another in your arms…"
Dai-syo gave a loud, long-suffering sigh. "As much as I enjoy your voice, Samantha," the girl in question immediately stopped singing and turned to him, "do you have to sing about that particular subject right when I'm waking up?"
Samantha smirked and placed the remote on the bedstand next to her. She swished over to him, and Dai-syo was once again forcefully reminded of how little she wore at night.
"I could sing sappy love songs instead." She murmured in his ear. "Or maybe not so sappy, but still plenty of love…"
He pushed her away, his mind still fogged by sleep. "Please, not so early in the morning. Wait until I can see you, then you can get along with your campaign to seduce me."
"I'm sure that you can see plenty right now…" He pushed her away again and rubbed the sand from his eyes.
"Another day, another hellish contest to see if I can stand your infernal American ways."
She pouted. "You know, that doesn't sound very polite to me."
He slid into a sitting position. "There's a difference between civilized and polite. I'm willing to settle for civilized where you are concerned."
He glanced over at his other roommate, who was still sleeping soundly in one of his shirts. Samantha had gotten the idea into her head that his clothing was good for sleeping in, so had commandeered a shirt. Ariline, not knowing better, had followed suit.
At least they're long enough to cover everything, he sighed to himself. Barely.
He slipped out of his bed when Samantha left for the shower, and got dressed. He walked quietly over to where Ariline slept and stood next to her for a while, just watching her. She looked so innocent when asleep, curled up and clutching at the pillow. Her silky blonde hair spilled out behind her, over her small round shoulders and extending down to the smooth curve of her hips—
He forced himself to stop thinking like that. Otherwise…
He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. "Ariline…wake up." She sat up like a cat and turned to face him, her long hair slipping charmingly over one eye. She blinked sleepily.
"Good morning." She said softly. He couldn't help but smile at her.
"Good morning," he replied. She smiled back at him, still half-asleep, and he felt his heart suddenly speed up. His palms grew moist, and his face and neck grew hot. He couldn't think of anything to say, couldn't even breathe, could only stare at her warm, tender smile.
He backed up instinctively as she swung her long, slender legs out of the bed and walked gracefully over to the drawers that held her clothing. His eyes still wide, he painfully tore his eyes away from her as she dressed. Calm down, it's only Ariline. He told himself. Ariline, even her name sounded pretty—
He could hear her closing the drawers and turned around. Wearing a plain but elegant blue sundress, she turned to face him just as a beam of light shot through the window and landed on her, highlighting her, making her look like a picture of the heavens. Their eyes met, Ariline's hair still covering one eye.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice full of gentle concern. He thought his heart would stop as she came up in front of him and placed a small hand on his cheek.
"Nothing. Thank you." he managed to force out. Before he knew it he was reaching out and brushing the hair away from her sleepy eye. She smiled at him and nodded.
"If there's anything wrong, please tell me." she said in her soft, musical voice. "I want to help you."
Dai-syo hid a nervous gulp and nodded, unable to speak. She slowly lowered her hand and walked away, and Dai-syo's heart resumed beating.
(AN: Okay, so I overdid it here. A lot. I wanted to establish it firmly for those of you who can't take hints.)
Misato opened her locker, expecting nothing but the usual books. She blinked as a small envelope poured out. She bent down and picked it up. It was covered in little red hearts, with her name on it in flowing script. There was no indication of who it was from.
She nervously opened it to find a small slip of paper inside saying,
"I've always been too shy to admit my true feelings for you. But now I want to say them in person. Please meet me at the big tree in the park after school."
She blinked again. Who could this possibly be from? All the boys in the school were afraid of her, as were all of the girls. Even the teachers held her at a distance.
She slipped the envelope into her pocket and headed off for class.
Right after school ended she split away from Lilliko, saying that she had an errand to run. She made her way to the park and went straight for the big tree. She could see a figure reclining against the trunk, hidden by the shade. As she got closer, she gasped.
"It's not what you think." Adamu told her, not bothering to rise. "I got a letter too. Lilliko wrote them." Misato blinked, taking out her letter and examining it. "There are only two people that I know of with that kind of handwriting, and I'm the other one."
Misato sat down beside him, brushing off some of the petals that fell on her. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "They keep pushing us, and pushing us."
"They just want a cheap laugh." He told her. "They're only going to give up if we agree to go out." Misato rolled her eyes.
Then her eyes shot open. She grinned. "I know how to get them off our backs, and make them look really stupid too."
He turned to her, and their eyes met. They both glanced over to where they knew Lilliko and Takoru were hiding in the bushes. "And how would we do that?"
"How good of an actor are you?"
Takoru's eyes slowly widened as he saw Adamu pick Misato up and place her in his lap. As the pair came closer and closer together, Takoru grabbed Lilliko's arm and shook. "Give me the camera." He hissed. Lilliko looked at him with a confused expression. "Give me the camera, give me the camera!" She handed over the camera and he snapped a picture just as Misato's lips met Adamu's, surrounded by billowing blossom petals. Lilliko spun to watch them.
"Oh my god…" she whispered. "I never knew! Takoru, how long have they been—"
"This is the first time I've ever seen anything." He replied, snapping picture after picture. "Are you sure they didn't just admit it right now?"
"Takoru, Adamu knows our handwriting. Misato does too. They knew who would be here, and they came anyway." She told him. "They must have something between them."
"At this distance that appears to consist of just a pair of thin pants and a very short skirt." Takoru said with a smirk, snapping another picture.
"They are so dead." Lilliko giggled. "They must have been hiding this for who knows how long, and now we have evidence!"
Takoru took another picture as the couple parted, focusing on where their hands were clasped. Finishing off the film, he brandished the camera in front of Lilliko. "Five copies." He told her, "We'll need five copies. One for her family, one for his, one for us, and one for them to 'destroy.' " Their eyes met in mischievous glee. "And one for the biggest, dumbest gossip in the school!"
Misato pulled away from Adamu. "Misa-chan," he asked, "where did you get this insane idea?"
"I got it from an old movie somewhere." She replied cheekily.
"And how did this…prank end?" he continued. She shrugged.
"They keep it up for a month or two, eventually fall in love with each other for real, and reveal their joke to everyone." She answered nonchalantly. He groaned. "Come on, we can keep our distance if it makes you that uncomfortable."
"I just can't stand my sister being right." He told her. "She's wrong so often that whenever she's right, I feel so stupid."
He got up, grabbed Misato's hand, and began to walk in the general direction of their houses. They were intercepted by Lilliko and Takoru, however.
"Hello, brother." She said softly. "How are we today?"
"Fine." Adamu replied, deliberately squeezing Misato's hand. He could almost feel his sister's gaze on where his fingers intertwined with Misato's.
"I just developed some instant pictures of a wonderful thing we saw in the park." Takoru told them, holding out a bundle of pictures. "Want to take a look?"
Misato shrugged, figuring it to be evidence of a big prank. Reaching out with her free hand, she took a look at the first picture. She was right, but would never have guessed the victims.
"You—you—" she couldn't even think of the words to say. Adamu glanced down at the pictures, took them from her, and looked through each one. They had actually taken pictures of them! That was something they hadn't counted on. It would have been better if there had been no evidence to back up the crazy story Takoru and Lilliko would be telling.
He took the stack of pictures and ripped each one into quarters, dumping them in the trash. "Nice try." He told them. "Better luck next time." He brushed past them, pulling Misato with him. "No one will believe that Misato's my girlfriend, and now you have nothing to prove it."
Takoru and Lilliko exchanged a knowing glance.
Adamu arrived back at his house after escorting Misato's to hers, and stepped inside, waiting for his sister's prying. "I'm home." He announced. But instead of his sister, he found himself face to face with his mother. She was holding an envelope and was looking at one of the pictures.
"Welcome home, Adamu." She said cheerily. "I didn't know that you were such a romantic." His eyes widened. "I must say, you and Ikari-san have been really good at hiding this."
"It's not—I mean…" he was interrupted as his father strode through the door.
"I'm home." He went straight to Rei and engulfed her in his arms. Then he took a look at the pictures she was holding. "Adamu? How long has this been going on?"
"But—it's just—" He felt the rage boiling up in him at his sister. She was going to pay for this.
"You and Ikari-san make such a cute couple, though…"
AN: busted! Next chapter, how do Asuka and Shinji react? And the kids at school, once the information's been filtered through several idiots? Find out next time, on Neon Genesis Fourth Impact!