After the men and women from NERV and all its branches had been disbanded, many chose to continue their careers with the government. Others, like Gendo Ikari and Fiutsuki, disappeared. Little is know about the "lost" NERV personal and the history books reflect that. The war with the angles is full of stories. Some are true; most are not. The one thing that found its way to fact was the names of the three pilots.
Asuka Langly Sourue, she went into a military academy where she studied to become a tactical advisor. Shinji Ikari was unemployed for the first few years after the war, but later found his way into the Air Force where he has become a respectable fighter pilot. Rei Ayanami disappeared with no records of her whereabouts.
Our story continues with Asuka speeding towards Shinji's apartment.
She weaved in and out of traffic with a general disregard for all traffic laws. Blowing through stoplights and cutting off cars as she made her way through the city, she was hell on two wheels. She could get away with it though. It's one of the perks that come with saving the world.
"Stand me up, will ya?"
She reached his apartment and parked the bike. She took off her helmet and let her red hair flow down. She brought her helmet with her.
'He better have a damn good excuse,' she thought as she walked up the steps.
She found his door. She tried the knob; it was locked. She took out a key for the place. Shinji had given it to her incase she ever wanted to stop by for whatever reason. They had been seeing each other for the past few years now. Nothing serious, just old war buddies licking each other's wounds.
Asuka unlocked the door and opened it. She froze. Shinji was on top of another girl on his couch. They were making out and hadn't noticed that the door had been opened. They had their arms wrapped around each other, squeezing the other tightly. The TV was on, with the same soccer game that the bar was showing.
Asuka stood there in silence. She was pissed. No, that's not the right word. Furious, that's a better description.
She threw her helmet across the room. It made a loud crash as it collided with the wall.
"Hey Shinji, how's it going?" You could the spite in her voice. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting? Forgive me if I'm blowing your chances to get lucky."
Shinji shot up immediately. "What!"
"So, this is what was more important than me?"
She still couldn't see the girls face; Shinji's body was blocking the view.
"So, who's the lady?" she asked.
He got up off the couch and the girl.
When she saw her face, she felt an emotional tornado rip through her. It was her blue haired rival from the war. It had been 11 years since she had seen her. If she had it her way, she would have never seen her again.
"It's Rei," he said.
"Fuck you! I know who it is."
She went over to his table and pulled out a chair and took a seat with the back of the chair pressed against her chest. She folded her arms and rested them on the back.
"Okay, said Asuka, "Who wants to start explaining to me what the HELL is going on?"