Disclaimer: Evangelion: Neon Genesis is not owned by me, it's owned by GAINAX. This fanfic cannot be distributed without the clear, explicit consent of the author (me). No profit has been made from this piece.
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Asuka ignored the Fifth Child, and sheturned around to face Misato, then for the first time in months, she spoke. Her tone was harsh and questioning, and her eyes were seeking answers.
"Shinji. Where is he?"
Misato involuntarily avoided eye contact with Asuka, who was staring at her icily.
"He... He moved out."
Asuka's eyes narrowed when she heard the words. Her facial expression was stiff; it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
"To where?"
"Out. Just out."
Asuka turned around, and started walking towards her room. Kaworu moved slightly so that he was in her sight. He then put on the most charming smile he could manage, then bowed.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Sohryu."
Asuka's eyes focused inwards. There was a brief pause, then she spoke.
"Don't call me that. Ever."
Kaworu hesitated a bit as he tried to recall her personelle file. "It did say that she prefered Sohryu... Right?"
"Gomen nee, what would you preferred to be called?"
"Asuka." With that, she turned and walked away. She went straight into her room, and closed the door behind her. She didn't exactly slam it, but it was forceful enough so that the door closed shut firmly behind her. Kaworu could hear a little click as she locked the door.
"It seems that the Second Child doesn't enjoy me..."
"Give it time, she just got back... She's still depressed."
Kaworu gave a slight dejected nod, then started walking away.
"Oh, Kaworu-kun?" Misato managed in her sweetest voice possible.
"Yes?" Kaworu knew she wanted something, but he had no idea what it was.
"Umm, could you cook today? It's just that I'm really exhausted... I mean, if you don't want to, we can always ord-"
"Thats alright... I'll do it."
"Thanks! You're so sweet!"
Misato gave him a hug as reward, then walked off to her room.
"I wonder if she actually thinks that will motivate me to continue this..."
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"Misato! Dinner is ready!"
Kaworu, admittingly, wasn't exactly a first-class chef, but it was still a lot better than what Misato could come up with. There weren't much materials to work with, but he managed to prepare some stir-fried vegetables and beef, tofu, miso soup, and, of course, rice.
"Not exactly a feast, but better than ramen noodles mixed with curry...Looks like SEELE's got themselves some pretty good intel sources." Kaworu thought to himself.
Misato walked out her room in a pair of short blue jeans and a half open Hawaiian shirt.
"Hey, Kaworu-kun, *yawn* thanks." She sat down, and promptly started gulping sake. After 3 seconds, she threw the emptied can away, and reached for another.
"Ahh! That hits the spot!" After finishing three cans of sake, the sat back on her chair, and burped loudly.
"Uh, Misato? Where's Asuka?"
"In her room. Go call her, would you?"
"Ok..."
Kaworu got up, pushed his chair in, and walked to Asuka's room. Reaching the door, he hesitantly knocked on it.
"Uh, Asuka? Dinner's ready..."
"I'm not hungry. Get out."
"C'mon..." Kaworu tried turning the knob, but it wouldn't move. He briefly wondered if he should try to open it with his paper clip. "Asuka? C'mon, what good will starving yourself do? Asuka? Asuka! Stop hurting yourself!"
When Kaworu's fist was about to come down, the door opened. Asuka held his wrist in a tight, firm grip. She looked angry, and had red eyes.
"Why do you care about me, Fifth?", spiting the word out like it was a disgusting swear word. "You don't even know me. I don't know you, and you don't know me. I don't care about you, I don't want to talk to you, and I certainly don't want to see you." With that, she flung the door at Kaworu, but he stuck his hand out, and the door bounced off his arm.
"Have you been crying?"
"NO! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Asuka slammed the door shut, and this time, Kaworu did nothing to stop it.
"If you're not willing to help yourself, nobody can..."
"FUCK YOU! GET AWAY!" I HATE YOU!"
Kaworu returned to his table, and finished his now cold dinner, feeling dejected.
"What's wrong with her?"
Authors Notes: I apologize before-hand for any mutilated Japanese you might find here. I'm taking it as a foreign langauge this year, but it's my first year, so, yeah, you can expect quite a few mistakes.
