Shin Seiki Evangelion - Seasons

Haru - Suddenly, Rain

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Seasons written by Jino Turtlegod

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Ver 1 – 22 APR 08

Haru - Suddenly, Rain

The world was spinning. I was happy and light hearted. In the zone where the here and now met the world of dreams. I like this. It keeps the pain in my heart at bay.

I'm smashed.

I mean, what the Hell was I expecting?!  I sing. He sings.  We ran to each other and make out like crazy, like some characters from a mushy anime.  I was definitely supposed to expect that he walks away with the other girl. 

But fuck it.  It still hurts.

"Asuka-chan."

I look up at the concerned face framed in short brown hair.

"Lt. Ibuki?"

The woman blinked. I made a mental back-take as I had not seen Lt. Ibuki in years.

"Hanano-chan? What are you doing here?"

The woman nodded as she took the seat beside me, which had miraculously remained empty. How chivalrous of the men not to take advantage of a sleeping girl. Feh! I knew it was Misato and Shigeru-san who probably kept them off of my drunken ass.

"The office party broke up early and the coupon you gave me did say it was good for a free drink," she smiled brightly.

"Heh, knock yourself out," I said. Hopefully I didn't slur my words. "Hey, Shigeru-san, this is Miyazawa Hanano-chan. She's a friend of mine."

I think that's what I said but I'm not so sure.

I do think I heard Hanano-chan and Shigeru-kun cry out in alarm.

But at that point everything went black.

000

I woke up at the soft voice singing.

My muddled brain cannot comprehend the words but I took the rhythmic rise and fall of the voice as singing.

My eyes opened and took in the unfamiliar ceiling and it was all I can do to give thanks that it wasn't spinning. The room is dark, with the faint neon light filtering in through the half-closed blinds. I'm on a couch, I finally realized and by the look of the messy desk on one side, I think I'm in Misato's office.

The singing stopped as I pulled myself off the couch.

I sat up too fast and the world tilted. I closed my eyes, as I was not particularly fond of seeing the carpet rushing at my face.

Strong arms caught me around my waist and yanked me backwards unto the couch. It was the arms around my waist and pressing against my stomach that finally pierced my self-control. I bent over and vented, a strange sense of satisfaction and detachment flowing in my veins as I watched Misato's carpet being ruined. I did have the presence of mind to get my feet out of the way, a part of me deeply grateful to the person who held back my hair.

I started dry-heaving as my stomach finally ran out of things to mess up Misato's carpet with. I gasp as I lay back against the body behind me.

"Stop laughing," I mutter angrily.

"I'm not," Shinji responded. Of course he wasn't laughing but I could sense the amusement in him. I felt his arms go around my waist as he buried his face in my hair.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with your girlfriend?" I could not keep the hurt from coming out as I said that, and I could feel him stiffen behind me as if struck.

I would have missed his answer because he said it so softly. But I was waiting for it.

"I am..."

We stayed there in the dark, our hearts beating rapidly in unison, his breath a warm breeze on the back of my neck. And then we both shifted so that we were face to face, his arms tight around me. We leaned towards each other, seeking comfort... desire... his lips were parted, and his eyes were like deep pools...

The lights came on and Shinji and I closed our eyes in pain.

"You two better not be making out on my couch, I sleep there sometimes," came the purring witch by the door. Misato's timing had always sucked! "OH MY GOD!! MY CARPET!!"

We all looked at the carpet. I felt the heat of embarrassment.

"I'll get the mop," Shinji said as he released me, a sense of emptiness engulfed me as his warm body separated from mine.

"I'll clean up first," I replied suddenly aware of the sour taste in my mouth… Oh f--!! I nearly kissed…

I can see Misato's raised eyebrow, the smirk on her face was something I wanted to slap away. "There's mouthwash in the first drawer," she said as she lazily pointed at her desk. "Now, if you excuse me, I'll be getting back to my guests. And please, if you're going to do something naughty, not here."

"Well, it's nice to get your permission," I said with as much sarcasm as I can muster. The link from Shinji was an interesting mix of indecipherable feelings.

"There're several packs of condoms in there too," she replied with a lecherous grin.

She got me again.

000

She lied of course; I found the mouthwash but not the condoms... not that I was looking for it!

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror as I washed out my mouth; the searing pain of the antiseptic was refreshing as it cleaned out my throat.  I feel so light, and I don't think it's because I had purged my body of alchohol.

"I am..."

I can still hear those whispered words.

 I am surprised that I can look my reflection in the eyes.

"Asuka, are you done?" I heard his voice calling from the office.

I nearly choked as I tried to answer, forgetting the mouthful of antiseptic that I had. In an instant he was inside the bathroom with me and was pounding on my back until I got rid of all the liquid in my lungs.

I hacked some more and then turned to him.

"Don't you know it's not right for a boy to barge into a girl while she's in the bathroom?"

He blinked. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

We stood there for a bit, me with my mouth open in surprise, him with a goofy grin.

"Who are you and what have you done to my Shinji?" I asked with some amazement. Witty rebuttals were not in his usual repertoire. And as far as I can remember he last saw me naked years before and I didn't have my scars then.

He didn't answer and I looked at his eyes which were full of confusion. His lips moved but no sound came out. He finally swallowed and tried once more to speak.

"Did you just say, 'My Shinji'?"

We both stopped as the dreaded confrontation came to a head. I'm still drunk, or else I wouldn't have let that slip. Damn Freud. I'm glad that Misato's bathroom had an old yellow light bulb instead of a bright white one. It helped to hide the flush I knew was on my face.

I yelped like a little girl as his hands held my waist. And then something came up the link I had with him. Something I have not felt in years. He was probing back at me, trying to connect with me.

"You bastard," I said as I leaned my head against his chest. I felt the link connect. It was like having the light turned on in a dimly lit room. Everything suddenly became sharp and clear. I can feel what he felt and I knew he also felt what I did. Our hearts were beating at the same time and they were drums beating a frenetic tune. I let him feel the despair and sadness I felt with my unrequited love. "You were going to leave me."

"It's a two bedroom apartment."

I was drowning. There was a flood of emotions coming in from his end. Fear and anticipation foremost. I was scared.

"We don't have to be lovers," he explained in a stammer. "We can just be as we always were. Just people living together. At least friends." There was a bit of hope there at the end.  He wanted to return to what we had before.  But some things when broken, can never be repaired.

I didn't know how to answer. I wanted to say 'To Hell with being friends!' and to just drown myself in these emotions we were feeling. But I was scared. He is a prince of light. And I'm an evil witch.

I did not give him the words he wanted to hear.

I pushed my head up from his chest and drew him towards me.

I'm an evil witch. And he is a prince of light.

And we kissed.

And after it was done he had a sad look in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. I felt his warm hands brush wetness from my cheeks.

"Ah, it's raining."

That was all he said as he knew I would never cry.

Tsu Zu Ku