I realize that there's a lot here that I wouldn't want Misato or anyone else to see. I'll pare it down later. Anyway, I'd better wrap this up before I crash.
One Weekend
9. The Day that Wouldn't Die
They brought Midori along for the ride. They took a retinal scan of her. Her background checked okay.
Midori pulled her leg back on under the cover of my jacket. Someone had remembered to bring that along. I let her borrow it. She had a window seat, but didn't look out. Instead, she scrunched against me. Her head and shoulders were drawn in as if imitating a turtle. She buried her face against my shoulder.
Misato looked ready to snap at me at any moment, but she held back when she saw Midori. She settled for glaring. The moment that we touched down at the brightly lit airfield, the agents herded us into a building. Midori and I went to separate rooms. Misato went with Midori.
The less said about the interrogation, the better. The interrogator sprayed me with spittle every time he asked a question. His body and breath smelled like garlic and onion. He must have smeared whole cloves into the flapjack-size sweat spots pooled around his chest and under his arms. His Secret Service partner pounded the table with his fist and told me that I'd better answer if I knew what was good for me; this was while I was answering the question. Somewhere in the middle of the muddle, the ID-2 agent asked me the carnal, unlawful knowledge bit. Anytime that I tried to look away from them, they flashed a ceiling mounted light into my face. There was one-way glass set into the side of the room. I got the dentist's lamp again when I tried to look at it.
A bit past eleven, they finished with us. The table pounder escorted me to meet Misato and Midori in the basement parking lot. Fortunately there wasn't anyone else around, because I was still sporting the robe and skivvies. I could only imagine running into Rei. Midori also still wore the motel robe with a pair of hospital slippers to finish her outfit.
I tried to apologize, but Midori told me not to worry about it.
I got shotgun.
Two ID-2 black sedans escorted Misato's Renault. Misato was quiet. She drove with a frown on her face. Midori didn't say much either. She was fidgety the whole way home. When I looked back at her, she gave me a small smile. The quiet was probably for the best.
After Misato pulled a hair raising turn into the condo parking lot, Midori got out first, which left me in the passenger's seat alone with Misato. I had released the seat belt and made a move for the lock, when Misato clamped a vise grip over my upper arm.
"Never, ever go off like that again," she snapped into my ear and then pulled me into a bone wrenching hug. That was unexpected. I don't know if Midori saw it or not, but she didn't say anything as we ascended the elevator to the condo.
"Welcome back," Misato said wearily to me at the entrance.
"Glad to be back," I replied around a yawn.
"Sorry to intrude," Midori intoned around the second yawn.
"No trouble," Misato answered as she completed the yawning circuit.
We grabbed a quick meal of cup ramen and nuke 'n puke cuisine. [7]
"Just like Mama used to make," Midori quipped.
After eating and using the bathroom, Midori crashed in my room.
Misato talked at me for a bit and then set me to write my part of the report. She tried to start on her paperwork.
It should have really ended there, but there were still a few minutes left in Sunday. The weekend wasn't done with me yet.
Fifteen before the witching hour, Misato had staggered out to the convenience store for beer. She asked me if I wanted anything. I asked for spicy beef jerky. After she left, I stared blankly at the computer screen for a spell. I was too tired to think.
I decided to pull on some real clothes before beginning the report. I slipped into my room and left the door cracked open. It didn't feel quite right, closing the door while Midori was in there. I dropped my robe on the ground; I would take care of it later. I chose out a pair of jeans. Midori clutched a pillow and mumbling something about a pool. I dressed in the dark, because I didn't want to wake her.
I heard the outside door open. Must be Misato, thought I. Asuka usually rumbled in like a semi.
The bed was occupied, so I wrestled on my pants while standing. I managed to trip myself. I stumbled and stubbed my toe against the metal bed frame. I suppressed yelp and performed a silent one-footed dance, before landing butt first onto the bed. Midori mentioned an inflatable chocobo while she curled an arm around my shoulder. She shifted. Something warm and slimy slapped me on the cheek. Her other hand curled around my waist.
That was when the door slid open. The black silhouette of my other housemate appeared at the entrance to my closet.
"Are you-?" Asuka began. Her mouth opened, but forgot to close.
The her long shadow fell on me. My pants were around my knees. Asuka's nostrils flared as she scanned the scene. Her right brow began twitching dangerously. I suddenly felt more awake. With my improved perceptions, I noted that two pairs of robes had been discarded near the door. A lacy and black bra and matching panties lay were they had fallen, closer to the bed. Midori's prosthetic leg lay at the foot of the bed. The flappy object that had hit my cheek was pink and tubed shaped; it was that damned condom again. I suddenly recalled that Midori had worn my jacket on the ride here and had been fiddling with something in her hands.
A hand pulled from around my waist to join the other in circling my shoulders. Midori pulled me against her to nestle her chin on my shoulder. The sheets rustled as she moved. She opened one drowsy eye. First she looked at me and then at Asuka.
A heavy duffel bag dropped from Asuka's hand.
"Asuka? Is he in there?" Hikari asked from the hall. "Are you OK?"
Hikari froze at the doorway and clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh... myyyy... Gawd," she gasped.
Midori surveyed the whole scene through her half opened eye. She turned back to me.
"Shin-chan" the high schooler said sleepily. "Sure, you can come back in, it's wet and warm. So as long as you put on the duck suit again."
The following hush was palpable. An aghast class rep gulped panicked breathes. Her freckled cheeks blushed ketchup red. Hikari backed away until her back bumped against hallway wall. Once there, her knees gave way.
Asuka's eyes flicked back and forth, back and forth between Midori and I. My gaze shifted back and forth between Asuka and Midori. My mind was blank. My tongue was frozen. My bladder pressure became intense.
Asuka pulled in a long breath. I was sure that she was going to blow out my ear drums and shatter the window before pouncing. Her hands trembled as she glared down at me. A vein stood out on her forehead. Unexpectedly, she stayed silent. The red haired girl hauled her bag up. A breath might have caught in her throat as she whirled away. The door slammed close behind her.
Midori released me, rolled, over and eased back to sleep wearing an expression of blissful serenity. Lucky her.
Later, I risked a late call to explain, but I didn't get anywhere with that.
At least it's Monday now, and the weekend is finally over.
[7] I forgot where I got this term from, it might have been from Dr. Akagi. It fits Misato's evil smelling concoctions well.
PASSWORD LOCKED
One Weekend
9. The Day that Wouldn't Die
They brought Midori along for the ride. They took a retinal scan of her. Her background checked okay.
Midori pulled her leg back on under the cover of my jacket. Someone had remembered to bring that along. I let her borrow it. She had a window seat, but didn't look out. Instead, she scrunched against me. Her head and shoulders were drawn in as if imitating a turtle. She buried her face against my shoulder.
Misato looked ready to snap at me at any moment, but she held back when she saw Midori. She settled for glaring. The moment that we touched down at the brightly lit airfield, the agents herded us into a building. Midori and I went to separate rooms. Misato went with Midori.
The less said about the interrogation, the better. The interrogator sprayed me with spittle every time he asked a question. His body and breath smelled like garlic and onion. He must have smeared whole cloves into the flapjack-size sweat spots pooled around his chest and under his arms. His Secret Service partner pounded the table with his fist and told me that I'd better answer if I knew what was good for me; this was while I was answering the question. Somewhere in the middle of the muddle, the ID-2 agent asked me the carnal, unlawful knowledge bit. Anytime that I tried to look away from them, they flashed a ceiling mounted light into my face. There was one-way glass set into the side of the room. I got the dentist's lamp again when I tried to look at it.
A bit past eleven, they finished with us. The table pounder escorted me to meet Misato and Midori in the basement parking lot. Fortunately there wasn't anyone else around, because I was still sporting the robe and skivvies. I could only imagine running into Rei. Midori also still wore the motel robe with a pair of hospital slippers to finish her outfit.
I tried to apologize, but Midori told me not to worry about it.
I got shotgun.
Two ID-2 black sedans escorted Misato's Renault. Misato was quiet. She drove with a frown on her face. Midori didn't say much either. She was fidgety the whole way home. When I looked back at her, she gave me a small smile. The quiet was probably for the best.
After Misato pulled a hair raising turn into the condo parking lot, Midori got out first, which left me in the passenger's seat alone with Misato. I had released the seat belt and made a move for the lock, when Misato clamped a vise grip over my upper arm.
"Never, ever go off like that again," she snapped into my ear and then pulled me into a bone wrenching hug. That was unexpected. I don't know if Midori saw it or not, but she didn't say anything as we ascended the elevator to the condo.
"Welcome back," Misato said wearily to me at the entrance.
"Glad to be back," I replied around a yawn.
"Sorry to intrude," Midori intoned around the second yawn.
"No trouble," Misato answered as she completed the yawning circuit.
We grabbed a quick meal of cup ramen and nuke 'n puke cuisine. [7]
"Just like Mama used to make," Midori quipped.
After eating and using the bathroom, Midori crashed in my room.
Misato talked at me for a bit and then set me to write my part of the report. She tried to start on her paperwork.
It should have really ended there, but there were still a few minutes left in Sunday. The weekend wasn't done with me yet.
Fifteen before the witching hour, Misato had staggered out to the convenience store for beer. She asked me if I wanted anything. I asked for spicy beef jerky. After she left, I stared blankly at the computer screen for a spell. I was too tired to think.
I decided to pull on some real clothes before beginning the report. I slipped into my room and left the door cracked open. It didn't feel quite right, closing the door while Midori was in there. I dropped my robe on the ground; I would take care of it later. I chose out a pair of jeans. Midori clutched a pillow and mumbling something about a pool. I dressed in the dark, because I didn't want to wake her.
I heard the outside door open. Must be Misato, thought I. Asuka usually rumbled in like a semi.
The bed was occupied, so I wrestled on my pants while standing. I managed to trip myself. I stumbled and stubbed my toe against the metal bed frame. I suppressed yelp and performed a silent one-footed dance, before landing butt first onto the bed. Midori mentioned an inflatable chocobo while she curled an arm around my shoulder. She shifted. Something warm and slimy slapped me on the cheek. Her other hand curled around my waist.
That was when the door slid open. The black silhouette of my other housemate appeared at the entrance to my closet.
"Are you-?" Asuka began. Her mouth opened, but forgot to close.
The her long shadow fell on me. My pants were around my knees. Asuka's nostrils flared as she scanned the scene. Her right brow began twitching dangerously. I suddenly felt more awake. With my improved perceptions, I noted that two pairs of robes had been discarded near the door. A lacy and black bra and matching panties lay were they had fallen, closer to the bed. Midori's prosthetic leg lay at the foot of the bed. The flappy object that had hit my cheek was pink and tubed shaped; it was that damned condom again. I suddenly recalled that Midori had worn my jacket on the ride here and had been fiddling with something in her hands.
A hand pulled from around my waist to join the other in circling my shoulders. Midori pulled me against her to nestle her chin on my shoulder. The sheets rustled as she moved. She opened one drowsy eye. First she looked at me and then at Asuka.
A heavy duffel bag dropped from Asuka's hand.
"Asuka? Is he in there?" Hikari asked from the hall. "Are you OK?"
Hikari froze at the doorway and clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh... myyyy... Gawd," she gasped.
Midori surveyed the whole scene through her half opened eye. She turned back to me.
"Shin-chan" the high schooler said sleepily. "Sure, you can come back in, it's wet and warm. So as long as you put on the duck suit again."
The following hush was palpable. An aghast class rep gulped panicked breathes. Her freckled cheeks blushed ketchup red. Hikari backed away until her back bumped against hallway wall. Once there, her knees gave way.
Asuka's eyes flicked back and forth, back and forth between Midori and I. My gaze shifted back and forth between Asuka and Midori. My mind was blank. My tongue was frozen. My bladder pressure became intense.
Asuka pulled in a long breath. I was sure that she was going to blow out my ear drums and shatter the window before pouncing. Her hands trembled as she glared down at me. A vein stood out on her forehead. Unexpectedly, she stayed silent. The red haired girl hauled her bag up. A breath might have caught in her throat as she whirled away. The door slammed close behind her.
Midori released me, rolled, over and eased back to sleep wearing an expression of blissful serenity. Lucky her.
Later, I risked a late call to explain, but I didn't get anywhere with that.
At least it's Monday now, and the weekend is finally over.
[7] I forgot where I got this term from, it might have been from Dr. Akagi. It fits Misato's evil smelling concoctions well.
PASSWORD LOCKED