Shinji bolted upright in his seat, the metal chair flying away under the impact of his calves. The ghost in front of him stared into his eyes with her ghostly red orbs, seeing right through him. Her mouth was open in a small 'O'. Like a specter, she faded away without a sound.
The lights on the ceiling flickered and spat flames out of their gaping mouths. Shinji's eyes whipped upwards as he atmosphere cracked and burned, a noxious fog filling the air and settling to the ground. The room cracked in two and flew away to both sides, leaving Shinji standing on a blanket of fog that rippled and swelled. White extended away in all directions, an expanding circle of whiteness spreading out with Shinji at its epicenter.
Winds converged from all sides, whipping Shinji's hair into a frenzy and tearing into his eyes. He closed his eyes too late, yelling in pain. His chair had been torn in half, yanked away by the halves of the room. Branches, brown and thorny, burst from the fog cage and wildly sunk themselves into the ground again. An orange ocean converged from all sides and sloshed violently, meeting invisible walls around Shinji- and the girl still sitting on the chair across from him, supported on nothing.
The chaos somehow hadn't touched her. Her eyes were still in shadow, gazing vacantly off into the distance. She was somehow oblivious of the nonsensical chaos around her. She didn't react at all when a vine burst out of the ground, curling around her body like a snake. It didn't touch her, but curled around as if waiting for the moment to strike.
Shinji squinted against the onslaught of wind, bracing himself as he took a few steps into the gale, towards the girl. Vines whipped out of the foggy ground again, wrapping themselves around Shinji's ankles. He gasped as the thorns dug into his skin, the vines themselves dragging him aloft and throwing him into the walls of the fog cage. That was when he sank through, leaving Asuka behind as he was swallowed up by the orange ocean. The pressure forced Shinji's last gasps of air from his lungs, choking him until lovely oxygen burst back into his bloodstream.
The ocean of LCL receded, dragging the hapless boy with it. As if sucked down a giant drain, the fluid swirled wildly as it pulled Shinji towards an unseen destination.
The ocean disappeared, Shinji falling as his support left. He fell, faster and faster, no air resisting his fall.
Everything blacked out. There was a wave of pain as Shinji's torso crunched in two. His body and legs flew in separate directions, before resealing themselves. His arms and legs cracked like burnt pottery, a white gluey substance dripping from the seams. His extremities repaired themselves, a moment before his face burst apart like sand, revealing the sticky redness within. Before he could make a move, flesh crept up over the exposed muscle and created his usual features. Then gravity crushed him, his bones flattening and spreading out, before springing back into position. That was when a wave of light covered the scenery, chasing the black away. Shinji fell again, much like as when the orange ocean had ceased to support him. He fell, faster and faster.
An orange speck appeared at the end of his vision. As he fell toward it, it became recognizable as hair. As he accelerated even closer, he made out a yellow sundress.
Shinji fell towards Asuka with enough speed that he closed the distance between the two in mere seconds. The phantom winds tore at his eyes as he accelerated towards the girl sitting in the chair. She looked up blankly as he approached. The distance narrowed as he moved closer, the time being measured in milliseconds.
He could make out each hair on her head.
Then he could see the marks in her retinas.
Then he could see the pores in her skin.
Then he could see the threads in the fabric of her dress.
And then Shinji fell through her, into her, and their bodies and consciousnesses merged in a tangled mass of skin and bones and flesh and memories and thoughts. And a cloud of molten metal encased them, scorching their skin and bones and eyes.