Miso Soup (for the Soul)
FL-00
July 3, 2016
Ikari Shinji woke to a normal morning in Tokyo-3. The cicadas were chirping, humming their songs of sound, letting the city know that it was still living and thriving for one more day, at the very least. Light snuffling and snores echoed through the apartment, letting the young Ikari that the other persons who shared the living space with him were still under the effect of tranquility.
Ikari Shinji very much cherished these times. They were the things that made him happy. His friends were his happiness. As well as his music.
Shinji's eyes widened slightly. He could not remember the last time he played his cello. But then remembrance struck him. He had played his cello alone, quietly letting his memories catch him, the afternoon before Asuka.
He shook his head. That was past.
Silently, so the females of the house wouldn't be disturbed, he left his bed and prepared to face the day. Even though he was bothered by something his mind could not focus on.
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"What's for breakfast, Baka?" Asuka said as she made her usual morning insult.
"Miso soup. Good for whatever's troubling you. Or for what's troubling me," Shinji added under his breath. Asuka, however, picked up on it immediately.
"Something wrong with you, Baka? Besides the normal problems, I mean. Are you depressed," Asuka said in a way one would talk to a child "Or did someone turn you down? Poor Baka can't get a date? Aww, poor baby."
To Shinji's credit, he made not one comment, even as Asuka lapsed into "Baby Talk Mode". He continued to stir the soup.
As Asuka started parading around the room, pointing at Shinji and hurling insults, the boy wondered how Misato could sleep through all the noise Asuka was making. Before the Second Child could make her third trip around the kitchen, Shinji stepped right in front of her. "Aww, did I get baby Baka mad? Is he gonna try to hurt me?"
The Third moved his face closer to Asuka's, who, in turn, stood still, face mocking. Their faces were mere centimeters apart. It looked as if a standoff was occurring or a repeat of the night when Asuka kissed Shinji was about to happen. Then, before Asuka could do anything, Shinji said pointblank into her face-
"Would you like some tea with your miso?"
Asuka, prepared for anything else, was shocked with surprise. She literally fell down on her butt. Shinji stood in the same position he was in before the girl's fall, smiling slightly.
"BAKA! You were planning to kiss me weren't you!?"
Here we go.Shinji's mind internally sighed.
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were! You just changed your mind at the last second to save your ass!"
A bit of annoyance got to Shinji. "If I didn't kiss you, then why are you making such a big deal about it?"
Oooo-got her there! thought Shinji's mind.
Asuka turned bright red. Turning on the ball of her foot, she ran out of the kitchen with a very audible "Baka!" trailing behind her. Torn between satisfaction and guilt, Shinji returned to his miso soup.
"Maybe I should make that tea."
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Opening the door to his room, Shinji found that something was missing. His room was neat almost to the point of being hyper-orderly, so he could tell immediately that an object was out of place. It didn't register in his brain at first, but Shinji realized what had been lost.
But it couldn't be. Only he could hold that marvelous object. Asuka, Misato, even Pen-Pen knew to leave it well alone.
Face cramped into a frown, Shinji quietly made his way to Misato's door. Crouching slightly, he put his ear to the wood and listened hard. A snore. Then a louder snort. Shinji's frowned even more. Hoping he had just misplaced it, the boy crept over to the shaped wood that made up Asuka's door. Placing his ear on the wooden creation, he could barely hear sounds as they floated through the doorway and into his ear canal. His fears confirmed, Shinji stood up and slid open the door, not bothering to knock, knowing full well the girl wouldn't hear it. Asuka sat propped up on her bed, eyes closed, one hand swaying in time to miniscule tones.
The other hand held Shinji's SDAT.
Always patient, Shinji waited until the audible KA-CHUNK was heard. Asuka's eyes were still shut, so he cleared his throat just in case she didn't hear him entering.
"I know why you're here Baka," Asuka yawned "I just wanted to listen to some music, that's all."
"You could have asked me. I was still in the kitchen."
"I know. I just figured I didn't need permission from a hentai like you if you were just going to drool over yourself because I asked."
Slight annoyance crossed Shinji's face "I'm not a pervert."
Asuka scoffed "Tell me another one, *Baka*."
Shinji turned and started to leave, but a flash of red hair and the lock of a lock told him that he was in for a different fate. Asuka had dashed in front of him and locked him in. With her.
Warning signals blared inside Shinji's mind.
"Now baka, you can't have your tape-thingy back unless you give me a GOOD reason why you're not a pervert. And you can't leave unless you give me TWO MORE good reasons. Start talking."
Shinji immediately saw the trick. He was in a "damned-if-you-do-damned-if- you-don't" situation with a bad outcome in sight, unless he could talk his way out. One was worse than the other, he supposed.
"Fine. One-I do not obsess about girls every single waking moment of my life. Two-I've never looked at any hentai magazines-"
"Right..."
"I'm serious! Three-um...I'm just not like that."
"Nope! Need a better answer!"
"Agh! Well..."
"Well what Baka? Spit it out!"
"It's not right! I mean, it's disgusting that people are actually like that, and when a person is so deep in pervertedness, I don't think they could ever really love someone."
Asuka was left speechless. She recovered after a second.
"Good enough, I guess. Here's your SDAT thing and get out."
"Thanks, Asuka-chan." Shinji blushed deep red at the slip of the tongue. Asuka too was a similar red shade.
"OUT!!" she shouted, face changing from red to light pink.
Shinji was pushed out the door, stumbling. The door slammed shut, rattling in its frame. Both teens sighed and slumped against the door, back-to-wood- to-back.
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Shinji slid down the finely grained door, cursing at himself internally. Externally, the blush would not recede from his face. Slightly confused at the reaction a simple slip of the tongue could make, and embarrassed as hell for both himself and Asuka, the boy sat there. He imagined he could feel the body heat from Asuka radiating from behind the door...but he shook his head sharply to clear any oncoming ideas. Pen-Pen waddled down the hall to find Shinji combating his inner conflict. Being the peaceful, easy-going penguin that he was, Pen2 waddled to Asuka's door, turned, and let his body slide down the wood, much like Shinji. Seeing this prompted a warm smirk from the young Ikari, which in turn grew into a full-hearted smile. Shinji reached out and ruffled the penguin's head-feathers and stood up. He walked into the kitchen, saying "Thanks. Sardines sound good?"
Pen-Pen "Wuagh"ed in agreement.
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Asuka, however, had no magical penguin to help her deal with conflicting emotions. She did have cool female intellect, which she wielded with great precision.
Okay Asuka. It was just a slip. Yeah, like he would-NO! Think calm! Now, think of reasons why he said it.
The female intellectuality within almost made a whirring noise as it kicked itself into high speed.
One-it really was just a slip. Not all that believable, but still... Two-he's been thinking naughty thoughts and it slipped out-ew, sick! Three-he was being polite. No, couldn't be. His reaction gave it away. All which lead to... Four-he...has feelings for...me!
The last idea seemed so absurd Asuka burst into laughter, but quickly caught herself. No sound was made from the other side of the door, so it was safe to assume Shinji had left.
"Oh," Asuka said. "What a laugh!"
END CHAPTER ONE
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Googly! Hello from me to you! This fic of which you have on your screen right now is a first-it's a romance fic!!! Er, soon to be romance fic.
I'm gonna juggle this series, called the "Miso Soup Saga of Luv!", with my "Angel Walking" series. Provided I still have loads of time on my hands, feet, fingers and toes, I can safely churn out chapters for both. But reviews are needed to keep these things going! So review please! I can't do it because it'd look pretty silly if I tried to review my own fics! Now I must eat the Cat of Doom! What am I saying?! I can't eat my cat! It provides me with much needed nuzzling power and runs on an inextinguishable purring motor! Yay!
No characters were mistreated in any way during the making of this chapter. Every whim was catered to, though it was hard to find an exact replica of a Shogun Dynasty temple for Asuka, so we left that out.
Whistler Fics, March 2003, Fic End
July 3, 2016
Ikari Shinji woke to a normal morning in Tokyo-3. The cicadas were chirping, humming their songs of sound, letting the city know that it was still living and thriving for one more day, at the very least. Light snuffling and snores echoed through the apartment, letting the young Ikari that the other persons who shared the living space with him were still under the effect of tranquility.
Ikari Shinji very much cherished these times. They were the things that made him happy. His friends were his happiness. As well as his music.
Shinji's eyes widened slightly. He could not remember the last time he played his cello. But then remembrance struck him. He had played his cello alone, quietly letting his memories catch him, the afternoon before Asuka.
He shook his head. That was past.
Silently, so the females of the house wouldn't be disturbed, he left his bed and prepared to face the day. Even though he was bothered by something his mind could not focus on.
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"What's for breakfast, Baka?" Asuka said as she made her usual morning insult.
"Miso soup. Good for whatever's troubling you. Or for what's troubling me," Shinji added under his breath. Asuka, however, picked up on it immediately.
"Something wrong with you, Baka? Besides the normal problems, I mean. Are you depressed," Asuka said in a way one would talk to a child "Or did someone turn you down? Poor Baka can't get a date? Aww, poor baby."
To Shinji's credit, he made not one comment, even as Asuka lapsed into "Baby Talk Mode". He continued to stir the soup.
As Asuka started parading around the room, pointing at Shinji and hurling insults, the boy wondered how Misato could sleep through all the noise Asuka was making. Before the Second Child could make her third trip around the kitchen, Shinji stepped right in front of her. "Aww, did I get baby Baka mad? Is he gonna try to hurt me?"
The Third moved his face closer to Asuka's, who, in turn, stood still, face mocking. Their faces were mere centimeters apart. It looked as if a standoff was occurring or a repeat of the night when Asuka kissed Shinji was about to happen. Then, before Asuka could do anything, Shinji said pointblank into her face-
"Would you like some tea with your miso?"
Asuka, prepared for anything else, was shocked with surprise. She literally fell down on her butt. Shinji stood in the same position he was in before the girl's fall, smiling slightly.
"BAKA! You were planning to kiss me weren't you!?"
Here we go.Shinji's mind internally sighed.
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were! You just changed your mind at the last second to save your ass!"
A bit of annoyance got to Shinji. "If I didn't kiss you, then why are you making such a big deal about it?"
Oooo-got her there! thought Shinji's mind.
Asuka turned bright red. Turning on the ball of her foot, she ran out of the kitchen with a very audible "Baka!" trailing behind her. Torn between satisfaction and guilt, Shinji returned to his miso soup.
"Maybe I should make that tea."
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Opening the door to his room, Shinji found that something was missing. His room was neat almost to the point of being hyper-orderly, so he could tell immediately that an object was out of place. It didn't register in his brain at first, but Shinji realized what had been lost.
But it couldn't be. Only he could hold that marvelous object. Asuka, Misato, even Pen-Pen knew to leave it well alone.
Face cramped into a frown, Shinji quietly made his way to Misato's door. Crouching slightly, he put his ear to the wood and listened hard. A snore. Then a louder snort. Shinji's frowned even more. Hoping he had just misplaced it, the boy crept over to the shaped wood that made up Asuka's door. Placing his ear on the wooden creation, he could barely hear sounds as they floated through the doorway and into his ear canal. His fears confirmed, Shinji stood up and slid open the door, not bothering to knock, knowing full well the girl wouldn't hear it. Asuka sat propped up on her bed, eyes closed, one hand swaying in time to miniscule tones.
The other hand held Shinji's SDAT.
Always patient, Shinji waited until the audible KA-CHUNK was heard. Asuka's eyes were still shut, so he cleared his throat just in case she didn't hear him entering.
"I know why you're here Baka," Asuka yawned "I just wanted to listen to some music, that's all."
"You could have asked me. I was still in the kitchen."
"I know. I just figured I didn't need permission from a hentai like you if you were just going to drool over yourself because I asked."
Slight annoyance crossed Shinji's face "I'm not a pervert."
Asuka scoffed "Tell me another one, *Baka*."
Shinji turned and started to leave, but a flash of red hair and the lock of a lock told him that he was in for a different fate. Asuka had dashed in front of him and locked him in. With her.
Warning signals blared inside Shinji's mind.
"Now baka, you can't have your tape-thingy back unless you give me a GOOD reason why you're not a pervert. And you can't leave unless you give me TWO MORE good reasons. Start talking."
Shinji immediately saw the trick. He was in a "damned-if-you-do-damned-if- you-don't" situation with a bad outcome in sight, unless he could talk his way out. One was worse than the other, he supposed.
"Fine. One-I do not obsess about girls every single waking moment of my life. Two-I've never looked at any hentai magazines-"
"Right..."
"I'm serious! Three-um...I'm just not like that."
"Nope! Need a better answer!"
"Agh! Well..."
"Well what Baka? Spit it out!"
"It's not right! I mean, it's disgusting that people are actually like that, and when a person is so deep in pervertedness, I don't think they could ever really love someone."
Asuka was left speechless. She recovered after a second.
"Good enough, I guess. Here's your SDAT thing and get out."
"Thanks, Asuka-chan." Shinji blushed deep red at the slip of the tongue. Asuka too was a similar red shade.
"OUT!!" she shouted, face changing from red to light pink.
Shinji was pushed out the door, stumbling. The door slammed shut, rattling in its frame. Both teens sighed and slumped against the door, back-to-wood- to-back.
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Shinji slid down the finely grained door, cursing at himself internally. Externally, the blush would not recede from his face. Slightly confused at the reaction a simple slip of the tongue could make, and embarrassed as hell for both himself and Asuka, the boy sat there. He imagined he could feel the body heat from Asuka radiating from behind the door...but he shook his head sharply to clear any oncoming ideas. Pen-Pen waddled down the hall to find Shinji combating his inner conflict. Being the peaceful, easy-going penguin that he was, Pen2 waddled to Asuka's door, turned, and let his body slide down the wood, much like Shinji. Seeing this prompted a warm smirk from the young Ikari, which in turn grew into a full-hearted smile. Shinji reached out and ruffled the penguin's head-feathers and stood up. He walked into the kitchen, saying "Thanks. Sardines sound good?"
Pen-Pen "Wuagh"ed in agreement.
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Asuka, however, had no magical penguin to help her deal with conflicting emotions. She did have cool female intellect, which she wielded with great precision.
Okay Asuka. It was just a slip. Yeah, like he would-NO! Think calm! Now, think of reasons why he said it.
The female intellectuality within almost made a whirring noise as it kicked itself into high speed.
One-it really was just a slip. Not all that believable, but still... Two-he's been thinking naughty thoughts and it slipped out-ew, sick! Three-he was being polite. No, couldn't be. His reaction gave it away. All which lead to... Four-he...has feelings for...me!
The last idea seemed so absurd Asuka burst into laughter, but quickly caught herself. No sound was made from the other side of the door, so it was safe to assume Shinji had left.
"Oh," Asuka said. "What a laugh!"
END CHAPTER ONE
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Googly! Hello from me to you! This fic of which you have on your screen right now is a first-it's a romance fic!!! Er, soon to be romance fic.
I'm gonna juggle this series, called the "Miso Soup Saga of Luv!", with my "Angel Walking" series. Provided I still have loads of time on my hands, feet, fingers and toes, I can safely churn out chapters for both. But reviews are needed to keep these things going! So review please! I can't do it because it'd look pretty silly if I tried to review my own fics! Now I must eat the Cat of Doom! What am I saying?! I can't eat my cat! It provides me with much needed nuzzling power and runs on an inextinguishable purring motor! Yay!
No characters were mistreated in any way during the making of this chapter. Every whim was catered to, though it was hard to find an exact replica of a Shogun Dynasty temple for Asuka, so we left that out.
Whistler Fics, March 2003, Fic End
