Disclaimer: I don't know why people say I have spelling mistakes when I spell check every time I finish a sentence. I might have some bad grammar or a few missing words. The problem is m friends and family don't want to read my work, so I can't get it proof read. One other thing, I am currently 20 years old Ok, let's not go thinking I'm an adolescent kid when I've written two fan fics with lemons. Let's just start chapter five shall we?

"Ok, people time for roll call. Shinji,"

"Here,"

"Misato,"

"Here,"

"Asuka,"

"Here,"

"Maya,"

"Here, Sempai,"

"Rei,"

"Present,"

"Touji,"

"Here,"

"Hikari,"

"Here, Dr. Akagi,"

"Kensuke,"

"Here,"

"Excellent. The commander, Hyuga and Aoba are waiting for us on the plane. So if you'll all follow me, we can be underway in 30 minutes," Ritsuko instructed ticking off everybody's name. "The trip will take about six hours so it'll be close to 7:30 by the time we all get settled into to our condos. Lunch and dinner will be served on the plane and Mr Aida,"

"Yes, ma'am,"

"If that camera of yours doesn't stay in you bag during the flight. I'm going to flush it when we're over the Pacific Ocean," Ritsuko threatened smiling sweetly. "Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Kensuke gulped.

"Stupid blonde bimbo," Touji mumbled earning a hit on the back of his head from Hikari. "Oww,"

"Serves you right for speaking about Dr. Akagi like that," she scolded harshly.

After spending most of Friday packing for a month in the Caribbean, the gang were dragging suitcases, duffel bags and backpacks into the Tokyo 3 international airport at nine in the morning. Misato was the last to get out of bed after Shinji and Asuka tried everything in the book to get her out of bed. Eventually Pen-Pen came into her room with an open can of beer in his flippers. The purple hair directors manager immediately grabbed the can and chugged the contents in one go, giving her trademark cheer and burp. They only had time for a light breakfast before the two-hour trip to the airport. Shinji had dressed in his new black Punisher shirt with matching cargo shorts. Asuka in a cream strapless shirt and black mini skirt, Misato had a pair of torn jeans and tight sleeveless shirt. When they arrived at the airport and got their luggage checked they met up with the rest of the gang in the VIP lounge. For the next hour they all waited for Ritsuko away on all the fun they planned on having.

"Shinji!" Maya squealed happily, running into the waiting arms of her boyfriend. Sealing him in a passionate kiss.

"You act as if we've been apart for a week," he replied, checking out her denim skirt and blue three-button shirt.

"I guess it shows how much I love you," she answered, giving him another brief kiss. "I have something I want to give you before the flight,"

Taking his hand Maya yanked him over to her seat, nearly slamming him into the couch. Smiling she placed a small plastic bag from a top quality electronic store in his lap, with everyone looking at him expectantly. Digging into the bag he pulled out a high-resolution 300m waterproof digital video camera with digital zoom and 200-picture capacity, much better than Kensuke's 2015 model. Kensuke was practically crying at his friend's good luck at getting a camera that wasn't supposed to go on sale for another month.

"Why does Shinji get all the cool stuff?" Kensuke whined.

"Shut up, Kensuke," Touji huffed.

"Wow. Thanks a lot, Maya. I've never been given something like this before," he said, pulling her into his arms.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Asuka scoffed, having Hikari braid her hair.

The plane they were travelling in was a new type of Nerv VTOL designed primarily to be a passenger aircraft with only light armaments and the capacity to carry 200 people.

Disclaimer: Sorry for another short chapter but I just wanted to know if I'm making this story too perverted. Tell if I'm going to fast with Shinji and Maya's relationship Ok. I'll try and make a longer chapter six if I get the support of my fans, but if not then I probably won't continue writing this. The fate of this fan fiction rests in your hands. See you in chapter six.