Hey, hey, hey, 'tis me again. Didja miss me? Ah well, prolly not.

Time for chapter two. For the disclaimer, see first chapter. (Someone answer if I can actually do that. Cause on the safe side, I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING!)

This chapter will be divided into Shinji and Asuka, starting with Shinji, then after the verse, Asuka.

Over rated.

"Baka-Shinji?"

The small voice echoed out from the other corner of the room. Shinji slowly turned, half expecting to see the loud, boisterous girl that had been a few months before, but what he saw was something out of his darkest nightmares. Misato's earlier display had nothing on this. Shinji could always look up to Asuka; she was the driving force that kept him going. Her flirtatious smile, cocky attitude, and beautiful appearance had completely enraptured him. This was a mockery of such perfection.

Worn out and faded
The weakness starts to show
They've created the generation
That we know
Washed up and hated
The system moves to slow
They give us answers
To questions they don't even know

Asuka had heard soft footsteps over the rain, coming closer. She turned her dull, once vibrant blue eyes to the door. What was left of the door swung on its creaky hinges. Slowly a form she knew as the 'invincible Baka Shinji'. Shinji didn't notice her apparently, as he stooped over her uniform, folded neatly some ten feet from the bathtub. She tried to use her voice, but nothing came out. She cursed her dry throat. She licked her lips, starring down at some of her bloodstains. "Baka Shinji…?" She croaked out.

You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated

Her cheekbones were appearing against her skin, almost shriveled like a corpse. Her hair had red streaks through it. Crimson red. Her haunted blue eyes bore holes into his own. Around the tub were many stains, and the smell of vomit was heavy in the air. She seemed oblivious to her nudity as she stood up, full exposing her body, which she had prided herself on so many times. The arms were desecrated and slashed, minor bloody leaks still going, she seemed on the verge of a faint.

Used up and jaded
You're thinking way to slow
So we're creating
Answers on our own
We can't relate
To what you think you know
And you create
The problems that will never
Go away

Asuka's vision wavered slightly, becoming hazy and unfocused. She stood, her fog crowded mind not registering the fact that she was nude, and in front of Shinji. Emotions passed through her eyes. Pain. Hate. Sorrow. Defeat. Acknowledgement. Something indescribably flowed through her as a tear spilled down her cheek. Her sobbing came low at first, hard to hear, until it grew into such noise that, had Shinji not been a depressed person, would have joked about how it could maybe be heard from space.

You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated

Shinji shied away from her pained expression, before he heard a sob. She was… Crying? Shinji was shocked, Asuka had EMOTION? He suddenly realized that this was getting them no where, Asuka was still sobbing harshly, and he was just standing there. Quickly he looked around, running into the hall and opening the first room he found. Within the small cramped room was a bed, and many, many toys. He grabbed a blanket off the bed, vaguely registering a pre second impact video game character. He wore a green pointed hat and had his sword pointed at the occupant of the bed. He rushed back in, to find Asuka hadn't moved, although she was wavering. (It'll now only be Shinji's POV.)

You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is over…

He rushed forward as she began to fall, managing to catch her mid-fall. The blanket

Wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm, and to keep him from doing anything deemed perverted. He eased her out of the tub, her limp legs dragging on the floor as he heaved her into his arms. He made sure the blanket was covering all her private areas before marching out the half-destroyed door. The sky was clearing up, a bright rainbow stretching across the sky. Shinji quickly gained his bearings and began to head to the nearest NERV entrance.

Go away, go away, go away, go away.
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated

He entered the bunker of the NERV hospital. It's clean linoleum floors were strikingly bright in contrast to the watered down colors he'd been walking through moments earlier. He stumbled forward, tripping on the hem of Asuka's blanket. A nurse rushed forward, grabbing the both in mid fall. He supported them, he seemed strong, maybe 6'2 or so with light blond hair. He shouted to one of his compatriots,

"Call Dr. Akagi!" He quickly turned his attention back to the two.

"You two are pilots, correct?" Shinji nodded, losing consciousness himself.

You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated

When next Shinji awoke, he was lying upon a white hospital bed, the room was just as bright as the lobby, but with simulated sunlight coming in through the windows. He looked up, blocking the lights out using his wrist. He murmured,

"Another familiar ceiling… But… It feels right."

Shinji smiled to himself, seeming to regain some of himself in the realization that he probably just saved someone's life, without hurting her. A feeling rose in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that had gotten him sucked into the angel's body.

Pride…

And we're DONE! I'm sorry this took so long, I just haven't really been in the writing mood, how'd you like it? R&R again, please.

I'm a HUGE Asuka fanboy, no Rei gets emotions fan fics coming from this author.