I'm sorry this one's shorter and more cliched but it fits best in the long run. Actually I had written it right after the last one but I couldn't find the disk.. you know how ADD is. Thank you (alot) for your reviews, I really appreciate it.
There was a faint knocking, he had barely heard it through the white noise sound of the ended tape in his SDAT. It sent a small shock through him, echoing dimly in his ears like it was the first time he had ever heard it. Shinji rolled over, stretching as he stood. It had to be pretty late by now, who else would be up? The door opened with a squeak as it slid across its thin metal frame.
"Asuka..?" he asked blinking groggily at the redheaded girl. He had almost been asleep.
Her head was down, she knew she would back away if she looked at him. Tears were falling from her face, shining contrastantly against the dark as the headed towards the floor. She didn't know what to do, what to feel or to think. The only thing that seemed clear to her is she wanted to be comfortable, if even for just a moment, and she had thought of no one else to get this feeling from. The realization sent a shiver down her spine and she had the urge to pretend she had just come there to hit him again for earlier.
"No." She said quietly to herself, shaking off the feeling.
Shinji looked at her confused. No? Not Asuka? ..or had she assumed he was thinking something perverted? He brushed it off, assuming that must be it. She had yelled at him before about such things. His face grew hot remembering some of the things that had crossed his mind at one point in time or another. He forced it from his attention as quickly as it appeared there, feeling bad for even being reminded of it.
"Asuka, what's wrong?"
There was a long pause. What was she so upset about? He wanted her to stop crying.
"Asuka... I'm- " Shinji cut himself off. It probably just would make her angry if he apologized again.
She looked through a wet glaze at the edge of Shinji's plain white T-shirt. It was as close to his face she could muster up the courage to look. How embaressing it was to be here, like this. Her light sobbing turned more audible and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself towards him. Their shoulders hit almost painfully. Shinji gasped loudly, reflexively pulling his hands away like it would burn him to touch her.
He was warm, so incredibly warm. She pushed her body into him further, wanting to be as close to him as possible. A sudden bolt of shame sparked through the back of her head like lightning, but it quickly went away. What did it matter now? She had nothing to be proud of anymore. She could die and it wouldn't matter right? There wasn't any point in fighting , at least not this. And even if there was, she was too caught up to want to.
Shinji stood there like a deer caught in head lights. He was scared stiff, and lost beyond the definition of confusion. She rested her head against his, moving with ragged breaths. Shinji could feel their ears push together despite the long strands of hair between them. Her ear was cold he noticed, wet from tears, she must have been crying in her bed.
He inhaled deeply as he wondered over the situation, catching the light scent of flowers drifting off of her hair. A loud sniff snapped him back from his thoughts, and he crossed his arms behind her. He was still slightly dazed but he knew one thing. Atleast he didn't feel like crap.
"even cats die" RIP K