** Author's Note: I apologize for any confusion that my first chapter might have caused. First, this is one of the many ways that the series Evangelion might have happened, so I have replaced Shinji Ikari and Toji Suzuhara with the pilots Michiaru Satoshi and Burade Hiro. Another twist to the original story line is the love affair between Misato Katsuragi and Michiaru in my story. It's more of an infatuation, but it grows more complicated as the story goes on. I am aware of the age difference, though. ^_^ Also, Michiaru and Michael are the same, I just went on typing to fast, so I made a couple of errors. I have corrected them though, so that problem is solved. Lastly, I need to explain the situation between Kaji and Misato. I know in the original plot of Evangelion that those two are usually together, but remember, this is what could have happened, not what did happen. For more info and explanation, keep reading! ^^ Okay, now for the next chapter....
There I was, standing in front of Misato's door. I knew she was in there, I could hear her crying. Not only that, there was something else....I think I could feel her pain, her suffering....how, I don't know, but I could. Then I pushed the button to the intercom on the wall and asked:
"Misato? Are you there? I'm....I'm coming in."
Then I pushed the button to her room, opening the sliding steel door, and led to the person that I cared about more than anything. Anything....Misato meant more to me...than....I don't even have to finish that sentence. As I gazed into her room, it was dark, but I could make out Misato's hunched figure over on her futan in the middle of the room. The light from the hallway made her beautiful, purple-tinted hair shine brilliantly, and I realized that I couldn't help just staring at her for a moment, transfixed by not knowing what to say. So, naturally, I stepped into the room, the doors closing slowly behind me. I turned on the light switch, revealing her untidy room-clothes scattered about, empty bottles of Saki next to her table. What was-what was I going to say? I asked myself. How can I possibly say anything that will stop Misato from hating me for the rest of my life? How-but my thoughts were interrupted when Misato suddenly got to her feet, and turned around, her delicate eyes still swollen from her crying. Then we just stared at each other. Just stared, barely breathing, not moving a muscle. Misato then opened her mouth, and said:
"M-Michiaru....I-I'm sorry" she stuttered, "K-Kaji, he-he...."
"I know, Misato, I know," I replied, still regretting not listening to her earlier. "I'm the one who should be apologizing in the first place. If only I had listened to you in the first place, then...then...
Misato....I love...I love you....please forgive me..."
"Oh, Michiaru, I'm...I love you too." she responded, and came running into my arms, and started crying again. But I let her cry, and I held her close, and for the longest time we just stood there,
confessing our love for each other again and again.
* * * * * *
Then I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was still in Misato's room. I was lying on her futan, with her curled up tightly beside me, her warmth reminating all over my body. I looked over at her alarm clock. It was 7:20 a.m. I had to get to Kominawa University by 9:00 a.m., so I decided that I should start getting ready. I hated college, and I still hadn't apologized to my friends yet, but looking down at Misato....looking at her made everything seem so great. So great, in fact, that I might even start doing homework....the again...
"Mike!" I heard Brad call from down the hall, "Hurry up and get your ass out of bed!"
Well, back to real life.
There I was, standing in front of Misato's door. I knew she was in there, I could hear her crying. Not only that, there was something else....I think I could feel her pain, her suffering....how, I don't know, but I could. Then I pushed the button to the intercom on the wall and asked:
"Misato? Are you there? I'm....I'm coming in."
Then I pushed the button to her room, opening the sliding steel door, and led to the person that I cared about more than anything. Anything....Misato meant more to me...than....I don't even have to finish that sentence. As I gazed into her room, it was dark, but I could make out Misato's hunched figure over on her futan in the middle of the room. The light from the hallway made her beautiful, purple-tinted hair shine brilliantly, and I realized that I couldn't help just staring at her for a moment, transfixed by not knowing what to say. So, naturally, I stepped into the room, the doors closing slowly behind me. I turned on the light switch, revealing her untidy room-clothes scattered about, empty bottles of Saki next to her table. What was-what was I going to say? I asked myself. How can I possibly say anything that will stop Misato from hating me for the rest of my life? How-but my thoughts were interrupted when Misato suddenly got to her feet, and turned around, her delicate eyes still swollen from her crying. Then we just stared at each other. Just stared, barely breathing, not moving a muscle. Misato then opened her mouth, and said:
"M-Michiaru....I-I'm sorry" she stuttered, "K-Kaji, he-he...."
"I know, Misato, I know," I replied, still regretting not listening to her earlier. "I'm the one who should be apologizing in the first place. If only I had listened to you in the first place, then...then...
Misato....I love...I love you....please forgive me..."
"Oh, Michiaru, I'm...I love you too." she responded, and came running into my arms, and started crying again. But I let her cry, and I held her close, and for the longest time we just stood there,
confessing our love for each other again and again.
* * * * * *
Then I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was still in Misato's room. I was lying on her futan, with her curled up tightly beside me, her warmth reminating all over my body. I looked over at her alarm clock. It was 7:20 a.m. I had to get to Kominawa University by 9:00 a.m., so I decided that I should start getting ready. I hated college, and I still hadn't apologized to my friends yet, but looking down at Misato....looking at her made everything seem so great. So great, in fact, that I might even start doing homework....the again...
"Mike!" I heard Brad call from down the hall, "Hurry up and get your ass out of bed!"
Well, back to real life.