Thanks for everyone patience while they waited for this. I woke up at 10 when my alarm hit...but ended up sleeping for another three hours. There was no possible way to get it out till now. Also this has not been proofread in anyway so don't be surprised if you see missing words. I'm gonna fix it tomorrow, but in a minute I'm going to sleep. (I think I actually caught a cold doing a double post and I got it done in four days)
So...this chapter is a very heavy M and I actually cut some stuff out because, quite frankly, I thought the possibility of it being too graphic would get it taken down. With that out of the way this chapter contains...well you can read and find out. At one point I will have a disclaimer though so people can skip that part if they want to. Just look for the bold letters at the beginning at end of the section. I'll give a very brief cap of what happened.
When Shinji woke up that morning, he had no idea that everything would from today onwards, would start to spiral out of control. If he had known the horror, traumatic event that he would eventually stop, things would have certainly changed. But most likely, in the end, his angels blood would have awoken anyway.
It was bright that morning, very bright. And yet, by the end of the day, the weather seemed to be foretelling a change in everything.
Shinji woke early that morning, much earlier than he had nights before, and he could only attribute it to the coma like state that he had been in the past day. But he wasn't the only person up.
Turning towards the chair that Asuka had fallen asleep on last night, he immediately registered that she was not sitting in it as it was vacant. Then he recalled the nights events. His last clear memory had been when he saw Asuka clasping her hands together, hiding his own somewhere in that warmth grasp. Had they fallen asleep like that?
When Shinji entered the kitchen, the last thing he expected was to have breakfast waiting for him on the table. Of course, thats what happened...
Bacon, eggs, and two pieces of toast, ladled with butter and jam, was neatly set on the table waiting for him, with a napkin and fork and knife placed fittingly on either side of the plate.
As Shinji continued to stare at the plate of foot on the table, he heard the clearing of someones throat, and only then realize that he was not alone in the kitchen.
Asuka was standing in front of the stove with a spatula in one hand, and an oven cooling mitten in the other. Whats more, she had dawned the white apron again, and Shinji felt butterflies in his stomach as his eyes roved over the way the apron clung perfectly to her developing curves.
"Are you gonna stand there all day gawking, or are you actually going to sit down and eat?"
"...Did you make all this?" Asked Shinji amazed.
"No, it was Misato. Sorry if I just ruined your appetite," said Asuka sarcastically.
"No, I'm just surprised that you would go to such lengths-"
"You didn't eat anything last night idiot. You should be starving."
As if an answer to her words, Shinji's stomach gave a loud rumble. It sounded sorta like a dog barking at a fence.
His face flushed slightly from embarrassed, Shinji gave a word of thanks, before sitting down and digging into his breakfast. Predictably, it was good.
"So? What are we supposed to be doing today?" Said Shinji between mouthfuls.
Sitting down across from him, with a with a piece of toast in her hand, Asuka said, "You aren't doing anything except staying here. I have to go to school in a minute, but you will be staying home, resting, and doing past homework."
"Wouldn't it make more sense to go to school instead of skipping another day?"
"You're staying here, no questions!"
"Okay, okay, fine. ...Where is Misato, anyway?"
"No clue. She was gone when I woke up. Probably at Nerv, as usual."
"...I suppose."
Tossing the last piece of toast in her mouth, Asuka said, "You do the dishes since I made breakfast."
"Hmm, deal."
Several minutes later, Asuka was fully dressed with a bento in her hand that Shinji had hurriedly made out of the remaining ingredients in the fridge. He was wearing the white apron that Asuka had on earlier and could still notice a faint trace of the flowery scent of her hair lingering on the fabric.
"I'm most likely stopping downtown after school for somethings."
"Do you want to meet somewhere after school gets out?"
"No, its fine. I can manage by myself."
As Asuka turned to leave, Shinji suddenly wanted to say something to her. Like...a reassurance of some kind, that everything was fine. Instead, he brought one arm around and rested it just below her neck line, brushing lightly against her breasts as he did so, while he wrapped his other arm just above her waist.
Asuka was silent as Shinji showed this strange array of affection. What was she feeling? Comfort? Longing? ...Love? Heaven forbid it couldn't be this last one.
"Shinji," she said somewhat weakly. Oh God why did her knees have to wobble now?
"Hmmm, Asuka?"
"Would you mind letting go of me?"
The tender moment which had started abruptly was shattered in the same way with Asuka's cold statement. It wasn't that she hated his silent gesture...she just...didn't know how she was supposed to react to something like that. She had never felt the warmth from another human being such as she felt from Shinji in these brief seconds when their bodies meshed together.
"Sorry...I should go..."
"Hmm. Cya later then."
"Yeah...bye Shinji."
It sounded as though they'd never see each other again.
With school out, Asuka found herself walking through some of the more expensive shops and malls of Tokyo-3. She had originally planed to pick up some groceries for Shinji to cook with tonight, but found herself getting side tracked every time she looked into a stores window.
Now though her thoughts wandered back to Misato's apartment, where Shinji currently was, and what had happened this morning
What would happen if she searched her heart throughly and honestly? What would she realize? And furthermore was it even reasonable to think about that?
She realized that she had been stationary in front of a shopping window for at least a minute, thinking about all these things. Love was...something that she had never considered giving even a brief thought to. Before, she had been happy enough piloting Eva and receiving praise for her high synchronization scores. But why did she pilot now? Why did she pilot in the first place? But...no, that was something that she refused to think about. Her logic at the time had seemed convincing enough, and the benefits certainly outweighed the dangers. But that was more than two years ago that she had decided to follow the path as an Eva pilot. Now what? Had anything changed? Yes, things had...many things. Shinji had entered her life.
Why did everything return to him? What would have happened if she had been transferred somewhere else? Would her life have changed at all? Well, maybe a little. But not to the point where she was having second thoughts now that she was so far down the road. Its not like she could turn back and choose a different route. She was smart, incredibly smart for that matter, and yet...so weak at heart. She was smart enough to see this problem within herself, though never acknowledging it until now. Was it his fault that she felt weak? Well, maybe it was, when her legs got weak when she saw him smiling at her, but certainly not for the reason she was thinking of.
Eva made her feel fearless, because nothing could get her while she was enclosed in the small suffocating space. Did she honestly enjoy it though? It took her a minute to think of this, but the answer was still a negative. How could anyone honestly enjoy piloting an Evangelion? She had done so because she didn't see another choice. To fill that weakness, she had thrown every other prospect that she had been offered during college, and for what?
She could feel the pieces falling apart even as she thought about them. Shinji had slowly chipped away at the concrete wall that she had formed in her heart. She felt that every time she even talked to him, another piece was chipped away. But it wasn't so bad...she had even made friends through him.
She had never had any friends when she was younger...her father had made sure of that. She knew that her personality was...difficult to get along with, but that was just who she was. If people didn't like who she was, then they should just get the fuck out of her way. Shinji had accepted that she could be overbearing and possibly a bitch at times, but he still accepted that part of her.
'How long have I been standing here?' She suddenly wondered, as it had been a very long time since she moved a muscle in either direction. She was still starring at the exact same glass pane.
'Did I even have a reason to look at this store?' She thought. 'I haven't even gotten any groceries and-,' she looked up at the sky, '-it looks like it might rain soon. Certainly don't want to be caught in a down poor with these clothes.'
Asuka refrained from using her school uniform whenever possible, and especially while out in public. She was wearing a tight, red, sleeveless shirt, and a low cut pair of blue jeans that came up to her knees. To top it all off she had brought a pair of red sunglasses that were now resting on her head. It seemed that they would serve no purpose.
"I should hurry," she mumbled into the crowd of people.
How long it had been since she mumbled that she should hurry? She had no idea. All she knew was that she had entered the grocery store while the rain had not started, and when she left, it was a full down pour
Standing just outside the grocery store where there was a plastic overhang, she had two large plastic bags of an assortment of things to cook with, and Asuka wondered if she shouldn't just get a cab.
Looking into her purse, she saw that she had a little over ten dollars.
'That should be enough,' she thought suddenly.
Walking calmly out into the down pore, she raised a hand in the air to wave for a taxi cab, when all the sudden, she felt a hand press roughly against her mouth, and another hand grab a hold of the back of her neck. Feeling strong fingers pressing directly against the back of her neck, she tried to force herself to scream, or making some sort of fit, but felt that her body was incapable of moving.
Blackness engulfed her as she struggled to stay conscious and the last visible object that she saw, was of a mother running from the rain with a baby cradled in her arms across the street.
'I have to scream,' she thought.
Just as she was able to force her mouth open, she heard the swish of something heavy falling and heard no more.
The entire thing happened without the knowledge of anybody. The only person that could have witnessed this was the mother with her child, but she was too focused on her feet, afraid that she might trip or slide.
People walking by, would glance at the forgotten groceries tossed to the side and think what a waste it was to leave perfectly good food in the rain. Eventually, a homeless person would come by later and claim both bags of food.
Asuka's existence had been erased.
Anxious? Nervous? That summed up what Shinji was feeling right now.
Okay so it was raining...of course she wouldn't want to get wet so she was probably waiting till it stopped. But it didn't look like there was an end in sight.
How many hours had it been? Only one? It sure seemed like more.
Asuka had gotten out of school around two forty-five, making the time three forty-five currently.
'Calm down,' Shinji told himself as he paced back and forth in the living room. 'Maybe she took a taxi home and the traffic is really bad. It is raining outside. But would she have enough money?' And the question that had been screaming in his face for the past few minutes reared its head. Why the fuck didn't he go with her!
He could understand the school, but why shouldn't they have met downtown. It made no sense. Maybe she wanted to get him a gift and surprise him with it. No, thats totally unlike her. But then, she has been steadily changing. She's become warmer towards him since they first met, and the name calling and abusing has steadily decreased.
Again, Shinji found himself wanting to rip open the door and charge into the pouring rain, but held himself back, saying that he was overreacting. Everything was fine, nothing had happened...
No, it did. It was unpleasant, but he knew that something had happened. What the fuck was it?
If he had been looking in a mirror or any piece of glass he would have seen his eyes flash scarlet for a moment at his sudden anger.
(A/N: Okay...this next part contains, heavy graphic violence, heavy blood and gore, and attempted rape. If you don't want to read this part, skip to the next bold lettering)
Pain suddenly seared through his temples and a rush of visions hit him. Asuka staring at a glass pane where a mannequin was standing behind the glass. Asuka paying for groceries at the counter and then picking up the plastic bags. Asuka standing on the sidewalk with rain droplets peppering her beautiful face as she waved for a taxi. The sudden fear in Asuka's eyes as she felt a man cover her mouth with a gloved hand. The sudden realization that her life was in danger. Shinji watched as Asuka opened her mouth weakly, before the stranger in black brought his hand down with a sickening chop into the back of Asuka's neck, making her entire body go limp.
Shinji screamed as another rush of visions hit him, these less distinct and foggy. Asuka telling the man to go fuck himself. The mans response as he slapped her and yelled something back. Her eyes as tears streamed down her face, her arms forcefully pinned against a wall and tied together with a thick cord. The man howling in agony as he looked at the large teeth marks that had been drilled into his forefinger.
Here the images became even more foggy and Shinji felt that someone had put a blindfold over his eyes. Asuka's soulless eyes as the man violated her body. The rapists hands as they slithered around Asuka's developing body, pausing here and there for further examination. A loud cry escaping her lips as a knife dug into the a spot just above her eyebrows. Shinji watched as blood trickled down and into her eyes, mixing with the tears. And then a voice, a horrible voice, the voice of the rapists came clear and into Shinji's head
"I'll fuck ya till ya bleedin from more den just one hole ya cunt!"
Everything vaporized and came back as clear as if he was standing right next to Asuka's corpse. A crowd of people stood around the body, and Shinji could see his fellow classmates mixed in with the adults. Her body had been dumped in a gutter, to rot with the weeds and sewage. Her shirt had been torn open with a viscous swipe of a switchblade, slicing into the soft tissue of her breasts. Her face was heavily bruised and it looked as though her jaw had been dislocated sometime during the rape. The large gash above her eyebrow was already starting to attract a healthy swarm of flies. But it was the mixture of semen and blood that drew Shinji's eyes. He had destroyed her, he had not just raped and killed her, he had destroyed her.
Reality returned and Shinji sake onto all fours, gasping for breath. Everything happened in an instant. Shinji couldn't handle it and vomited bile and blood up on the carpet in the living room.
Shivering uncontrollably his first thoughts were, 'Where are we?'
Before he gave his mind a chance to answer he rushed out the door. He would let himself think as he ran.
He had a general idea of where Asuka liked to shop and even thought he recognized the store that she had spent an eternity staring at. 'Where are we,' coursed through his mind followed by, 'how far have we gone?' He had learned, but it had taken sometime. His visions detected what happened, what might happen, and what could happen. The thing is...it isn't accurate. Every human is different; they react differently to different situations. Any one of those things could happen, or they could not. It all depended on reactions and counter reactions. Humans are able to create there own futures, that is what makes them such a unique race. Shinji can not predict over a billion common situations because it is simply beyond a humans grasp.
He still had a fucking good idea where he was headed though.
As Shinji bolted down streets in the pouring rain, Asuka opened her eyes in a dank, musky, boarded up shack roughly one kilometer from where she had been standing what felt like minutes before.
Looking around she didn't immediately see any signs of life until she heard a she heard a raspy chuckle from somewhere straight ahead of her. It was dark though that she had troubles distinguishing it.
"Awake are ya? Good...cuz I'ma throbbin like a mother fucker."
Letting out a high pitched laugh, Asuka saw the rapists face come into clearer view. He had light brown hair that was coated in grime and dirt, and when he smiled his teeth were as black as mold.
"Say somethin will ya. I like it when they get screamin, turns me on like a-"
Asuka spit a large clump of mucus and spittle onto the bridge of his noes.
"Fuck off why don't you!"
Grinning in a maniacal way he wiped the sludge of his noes and said, "No thank ya. My cock is sick of mister righty. It wants something to please it. An you look like ya could do that just fine."
Asuka spit at him again and said, "Try anything and I swear I'll cut your fucking cock off."
This statement seemed to enrage him greatly and he struck her hard across the face, bouncing her head off the wooden wall behind her. Asuka went down with a groan and thought she could feel blood trickling from where she had hit her head.
"Bitch! I'll give ya something to have fun with soon."
Grabbing Asuka by her strawberry hair, he drug her across the musty, dirt floor before throwing her into a corner. As Asuka tried to stand up she felt a claw like hand grasp her throat; he was constricting her wind pipe. His breath was loud and raspy and it smelled like booze. But Asuka had enough experience with drunks to know that this guy was not drunk and that he knew exactly what he was doing. 'Probably done this many times,' she thought savagely.
She may have been putting up a brave front, but she didn't know how long she'd be able to keep doing that. She was scared, more scared that she had ever been in her life. And that fear ate away at her.
"Listen slut," he said suddenly, grabbing a handful of Asuka's hair and jerking her head backwards. "I can kill you and then fuck you or we can have it be the other way around. The flesh is still warm so either way is fine by me."
'Is this really a human?' Wondered Asuka. 'This vile creature in front of me that doesn't care as long as he fulfills his desires is really a human?'
"So whats it gonna be cunt? We fuckin or stabbin?"
Asuka released her held breath as she heard a click and saw the blade of a switchblade go flying open.
Caressing it gently as though it was a child, the rapist replied, "I've gutted a few many whores with this. Took some prostitutes tities for a keep safe. Didn't want her pussy, that thing was sa-gg-y. How bout I shove this up those pants of your's and find out where it lands?"
Asuka held her breath, unable to make a sound. Had it really come to this, was she going to be desecrated. She had always thought she would die during an angel attack. Certainly that would have been a lot more dignifying then this.
"Well, since you don't have much opinion on this I think I'll just see what kind of tits you got. Gotta be doing pretty good with that bulge you got. Younger is always better...I sure hope to God you're a virgin."
With deadly accuracy, the rapist swiped the switchblade in a downward arc, ripping apart the tight fabric of Asuka's shirt and slicing the bra that she wore under it. Asuka shivered uncontrollably as she felt the cold metal brush against her breasts.
"Oh not bad...not to large, not to small, gonna be a good size when you get older of course. Then again I guess you have about five minutes left of your life so better start hoping for large tits. I might give you an extra five minutes if you can grow those."
Throwing his head backwards he laughed his high pitched laugh again. Acting on his momentary distraction, Asuka dove to her left, attempting to cover up her exposed breasts in the process. Reacting quicker than she thought he would, he saw the movement quickly and brought his knife downward, grazing her elbow as the blade passed.
"Bitch! Get the fuck back here!"
Swinging the blade wildly, Asuka managed to dodge most of the attacks but without looking where she was going ended up getting cornered against a wall.
Breathing heavily, the rapist said, "Good run cunt. Get ready to loose some blood though."
Striking Asuka hard, he split her lip open against one of her teeth, making a slow trickle of blood flow from her mouth.
"Looks better that way...maybe you'll learn to be more obedient."
Moving at a surprising speed, he slammed his arm into her throat, pressing his entire body weight against his throat as he started to contemplate his work.
"Where should I start? Or would you rather me just skip right to the main-"
Asuka bit down hard on the arm that her pinned against the wall. The rapist screamed in fury and pain as her teeth sank deep into his skin
"YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Wrenching his arm free he looked at her work with shock on his face. Never before had he had so much trouble with a rape victim. He subdued them easily and then banged them without much protest and then dumped there bodies with the other sewage.
His arm was a large bloody mess as Asuka's teeth marks had torn through many layers of skin before the blood underneath
Glaring at Asuka with nothing but hate now, he had nothing else in his mind now except her death. He would gouge out her eyes balls and feed them to the alligators at the zoo. Burn the hair of her scalp and pull out her teeth. Nobody made a fool out of him.
"Thats it bitch! I'll fuck you till you're bleedin from more then just one hole you cunt!"
Swinging the switchblade in a large arc above his head, he brought it down with a sickening whoosh. Asuka felt like she was watching her death in slow motion. 'Ah...I never even got to tell Shinji what I-'
Asuka closed her eyes and waited for the odd feeling of her life leaving her body. Her organs and blood moving freely from her body. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being raped anymore if she was dead. She started crying silently...but more than tears had landed on her face. Tears were warm and had a certain distinct feel to them, this liquid was warm, but felt more dense. At first she thought that he had suddenly changed his mind and ejaculated on her. Instead she heard a high pitched wail combined with curse words
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY ARM? WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?"
Against her minds protests she opened her eyes slowly.
The right arm of the rapist had been sliced clean, directly at the elbow. Asuka was able to see the joint of the elbow swing freely without any muscle to hold it in place. Yellow bone marrow coated the inside of the joint and a white puss like substance was leaking out of the stub of an arm.
The arm had meanwhile flown several feet away from where its original owner stood. The switchblade was still firmly grasped in the hand.
As Asuka realized what had just happened, she put a hand to her cheek and drew it back to revealing spotted patches of blood. She had been sprayed by the severing of the arm.
But then...who just-
A large square had been sliced directly into the side of the building, revealing the grayness of the rain outside. Standing just outside that hole was Ikari Shinji. But he was different, his eyes...
Shinji stepped into the blown out piece of what was considered a house. He looked around calmly, his eyes first settling on Asuka, crouched in the corner with her breasts exposed for everybody to see., and then to the rapist who was curled on the floor, cradling his bloody stump of an arm.
Shinji grinned and thought. 'I want to rip his body in half, break his neck, and shred his internal organs.'
"YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"...What did I do? What did you do?"
Screaming in a mad rage, the rapist charged forward, only to be repelled backwards by an invisible wall.
"WHAT WAS-"
Shinji appeared in front of him with his fist cocked backwards. Orange light flashed momentarily as Shinji thrust his fist forward, except his fist never made contact with the flesh. A small spherical orb suddenly appeared in front of the rapists stomach, before shooting straight through it.
Blood spewed forth from his mouth and it looked like a fountain had just been erected where his stomach once was. A hole, about the size of a fifty cent piece was able to be seen on either of the body. Stomach bile leaked out and fell onto the dirt flooring, spraying it a sickly yellow color. Asuka thought she saw what remained of a half digested sandwich in the mess.
Gasping for breath, the rapist took two steps backwards before sinking to his feet, attempting to hold his internal organs inside of him with his other hand. 'What was happening here,' he wondered? Nothing like this had ever happened. He always got away with what he did, ever since he was young. But this person...no, this kid. He was a demon, a monster, and those blood red eyes; those sightless blood red eyes that seemed to be dissecting him as he looked into them. He had to get away. If he didn't he'd surely-
Blood spewed forth from his mouth again and dripped down the front of his shirt, making the surface turn shiny with blood. Looking up weakly, he started uttering some feeble words of mercy when Shinji struck again.
Shinji's fist cascaded directly into the side of his head with two times the force he had used against Asuka's father. The rapists jaw all but disintegrated. The left side of his bottom jaw completely snapped in two, stabbing the bone downward and slicing apart the soft tissue of his throat. A gurgling noise issued in his throat as blood started to seep into his lungs. The top jaw slammed down into his bottom lip, ripping apart every bit of flesh so that if he smiled you would be able to see the roots of his teeth. Blood poured forth from his nose as a large chunk of cartilage dislodged from his nose and wedged itself between his eyes.
The blow had completely knocked him backwards off his feet, and he had gone sailing into the wood wall behind, where he sunk slowly down to the floor, leaving a large smear of blood on the wooden surface. Years later, this shack would be painted a sickly red to cover up all the blood that was spilled today.
Shinji looked down at his fist after the swift punch. Several of his fingers were bent in odd direction, seemingly to be broken. His knuckles were a bloody mess, revealing the white of the bone underneath. Even so, he felt no pain. Only the pain that Asuka had felt.
Take several slow steps forward he was somewhat surprised to see that the rapist had somehow managed to regain his feet. 'There must be a large amount of adrenaline pumping through is body right now,' Shinji thought.
As the rapist took a slow step forward, Shinji made a quick movement with his right hand and the rapists fell flat on his face as his left foot was taken off directly below the ankle. He was in the middle of walking forward again when his foot had been sliced off. The two bones ground together with the sound of nails on a chalk board. His upper leg slid off to the side, leaving his foot upright where it had still been connected. Yellow marrow bubbled to the surface of the leg and started flowing onto the ground. It almost looked like he had pissed himself, in which Shinji reminded himself that he had, moments before.
With what remained of his face was planted firmly in the dirt his teeth were not only coated with grime but also dirt now. Shinji looked down at the bloody mess of what was once a human minutes ago. Smiling slightly, he knew he didn't have much time before he certainly die from blood loss.
Walking over to him, he was immensely glad that he was still conscious. Shinji wanted to see the fear in his eyes as he slowly crushed him to death.
In what was very well his last feeble attempt at retaliation, the rapist's other hand twitched slightly and Shinji all but glanced at it before the hand was taken off at the wrist. Bone stuck out of this new stub of an arm and Shinji grinned at his work. Oh this felt good!
Looking down at the rapist, no emotion was in his eyes. Nothing could save this human, and he could understand why the angels wished to destroy the earth. It was polluted by humans, and here was an example of such pollution.
Shinji stepped on the rapists chest and pressed down with such force that he heard several ribs snap. Very likely the splinters had been lodged in some major organ...if he was lucky.
As he continued applying more pressure he felt himself sinking further into the ground as the rapists body was slowly being ground into a bloody husk of flesh. It was time to finish it.
Shinji slammed an AT-field on top of the rapist covering every portion of his remaining body except for the head. From the shoulders down he was being covered by an AT-field, all that was free was the head. Breathing had become difficult as his lungs had almost been filled to the top with blood, but the air that he was able to receive and send to his brain was now being prevented by the AT-field. His neck was heavily being compressed and no amount of oxygen could pass through his Trachea.
His body was being forced into the hard ground, but his body was no longer sinking into the ground. Blood pressure started to build up as it all started to travel to the brain. His heart ceased to function properly. Blood poured from his ears and nostrils and his veins soon became backed up with blood.
With a popping sound like that of a toilet being unplugged, his right eye popped out of its socket and hung limply next to the broken nose, freed from the brain. Blood trickled forth from the bloody socket and dribbled down into his open mouth.
Bulges started to form in his neck as the blood pressure was building. It was like a champagne bottle. You shook it, and all the pressure from the carbonate sent the cork flying.
It happened in less than an instance.
Just like the champagne bottle, the blood pressure in the neck built up to a point where the veins could no longer contain it. It exploded.
Flesh was rendered, cerebral fluid was spewed across the floor, bits of bones and flesh were sent flying in all directions as the rapists head dislodged from the rest of his body. The remaining eye exploded, showering Shinji's face with clear liquid. Brain matter was clumped in a spot against the wall with bits of the spinal cord still attached. What remained of his jaw was sent skidding across the slick floor with pieces of teeth still attached.
(A/N: So here is where it ends. Basically Shinji had a vision of the possibility that Asuka could get raped and reacted on that. The rapist was pretty much dismembered with Shinji using an AT-field.
He was dead. What should never have happened was over.
Shinji looked down at the remains of something that should never have been born. More than blood had been built up and Shinji could see that his organs had been compressed significantly. Most likely he had died long before his head was actually dislodged from the rest of his body, but Shinji felt better thinking about it this way.
He suddenly felt tired and ached all over, especially his hand. It was hard to comprehend what he had just done, but he had been fully aware when he dismembered the man. He knew what he had wanted to do, and so he had done it. Even so though, why was he exhibiting angel powers, for he knew certainly that he had used an AT-field? But then, did that mean that his visions was also a unique trait of an angels?
However, those things would come later. First he should attend to
"Asuka..."
Hurrying over to her side he saw that her eyes were glazed over, as though she was not in tune with reality. Shinji couldn't blame her. She had been moments away from being raped and murder, only to then watch her roommate rip apart another human with angel powers. She must be going through something he could even grasp right now.
Slowly though, she seemed to come back to reality as the grayness in her eyes reverted to the normal blue. Slowly she looked up, looking over at the bloody mess in front of her, before turning to see Shinji kneeling next to her. His eyes had returned to their usual brown color.
"...shinji..."
"I'm here Asuka."
Brushing the tangled mess of hair out of her eyes, he felt stickiness in her hair. Moving his hand to the back of her head he felt moisture and realized that she had a head injury. Anger surged through him and he felt a sudden urge to grind what remained into the rapist into nothing but dust. No, he needs to control himself until he understands more about his power, because he understood now that his emotions are whats triggering his powers. Until he can control them at will he needs to be careful.
"...Shinji," Asuka whispered again.
Wordlessly Shinji reached over to the shoulder farthest from him and brought her to his chest. Enveloping her in a tight hug he didn't even given note to the fact that her bare breasts were pressed against the sweatshirt that he was wearing.
"I'm here Asuka," he said again.
All at once her pent up emotions exploded onto his chest. A waterfall of tears cascaded down onto Shinji's chest as Asuka cried out her worries.
Shinji was silent as Asuka cried on him. What could he honestly do? He couldn't take it away. It was something that would always be hovering over her. It is quite possibly the most psychological traumatizing thing that can happen to a woman. The only thing that he could be glad for was that he had prevented the rape from escalating. If he had been too late, like in the possible outcome of the vision, he probably would have committed mass homicide from frustration.
He held deep affection for Asuka. He would throw himself off a bridge if it enabled him to protect her. Where did this affection come from? He didn't know really. He had been around her so much that he had grown to just enjoy being near her. To be able to hear her voice as she spoke. The feel of her silky hair if it accidentally brushed against him. The way she walked...floated more like. The feel of her smooth skin if chance happened and he was able to be close enough to her.
Was it love?
Deeper.
Yes it was deeper. But what went deeper than love? Asuka was truly the first person that he was able to connect with, because they had both been hurt by people. They shared similarities certainly, but Shinji felt that Asuka was the only person that would never leave him. Correction: she wouldn't leave him because she would be hurt just as much as Shinji would be. Shinji filled the space in Asuka's heart that she had hallowed herself. She needed him, just as much as he needed her.
Burying his face in her hair, he ran his hands through the hair that flowed behind her back, trying to untangle it as much as possible. It didn't help much, but he felt that it soothed her nonetheless.
"Hey...Shinji," said Asuka with a muffled voice as she was still pressed against his chest.
"Hmm?"
"...You're suffocating me."
"...Huh?"
Drawing back, Shinji let go of Asuka and indeed saw that her face was slightly blue. He apparently needed to reevaluate his strength.
"Sorry."
"No...its okay," said Asuka as she leaned into his chest again, though this time Shinji let his arms stay by his side.
Silence passed between them, and the Asuka said something that Shinji had been fearing.
"What did you do to him?"
Shinji hesitated. He thought that Asuka might already know, but wanted to be sure. But was he ready to tell her that he might somehow be connected to the angels? He didn't think so. What if she became fearful of him. He could handle everybody else shunning him as long as Asuka stayed by his side. So instead he said-
"I'd rather not talk about it right now."
Asuka knew he was going to say this, but still tried anyway. When Shinji wanted to talk she would be there for him, as he had always been there for her. Instead she pulled to subject away from what he had done and instead said, "I wouldn't mind staying like this forever."
Understanding that she was shifting the conversation in respect for his wishes, Shinji said, "You know we can't do that."
"...No I suppose not," here she glanced over at the mauled corpse of the rapists and Shinji felt her shudder.
"I don't want to think about it," said Asuka as she turned back to Shinji's chest, gripping his sweatshirt.
"...Don't then. Don't ever think about it. Just remember that I'm here for you."
"Hmm. Okay."
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just meshing with each other, letting the heat from each others bodies keep them warm while the storm raced outside. Asuka shivered though and the moment was broken
"You cold?" Asked Shinji.
"A little..."
Shinji first took notice that Asuka's shirt lay into two tattered rags and was split down the middle revealing her bare breasts. He tried not to notice that they were unusually perky. Glancing up quickly he saw that she had been watching him intently, as though waiting for a reaction.
"...Wear my sweatshirt then, if you're cold."
Asuka continued looking at him intently before saying, "...Thanks. But I'm fine like this."
Shinji blinked several times before uttering a confused, "Huh?"
Asuka clarified herself. "Whether its on me or not doesn't make that much of a difference. If you wear it then that means I'll just stick close to you. We can share the warmth."
"But...your...err."
"Yes."
Shinji mumbled something very quietly.
"What? Didn't catch that?"
"I said that your breasts are exposed," he managed to blurt out.
Asuka was silent for a moment and Shinji was sure that she would start hitting him for seeing her breasts, though instead she said, "So you saw them?"
"...I wasn't looking or anything...but yeah...I did."
Asuka sighed and said, "Forget it then and just give me your sweatshirt."
'Wouldn't it have been easier to just take it in the first place instead of teasing me,' thought Shinji.
Pulling the sweatshirt over his head he tossed it to a wordless Asuka, while keeping his eyes fix straight ahead.
"Thanks...but you're gonna be cold now."
"I'll be-"
"Didn't I say that it didn't matter who wore the sweatshirt, as long as they shared the warmth," said Asuka as she snuggled up next to Shinji.
"Well...yes, but-"
"Then there shouldn't be any complaints," replied Asuka as she tilted her head onto Shinji's shoulder.
"I suppose..."
"Then everything is fine," replied Asuka as she closed her eyes.
Shinji sighed and let himself submit to Asuka's will, and really, he enjoyed it.
"Hey Shinji?"
"...What?"
"I just realized I never said my thanks...I'm mean...for rescuing me..."
"...No, you don't have to, I already know that you appreciate...no, appreciate isn't a word to describe your gratitude."
"Even...so..."
'...What was this? Was this honestly happening?' Shinji's brain couldn't even contemplate something like this. What was this softness that was pressed against his cheek? Did Asuka seriously just kiss him on the cheek?
It happened in less than a second. It was like...Asuka blindly turned to Shinji and kissed him before turning away. But that instance still felt like a life time to Shinji. What was the significance in it though? Friendship? Love?
Glancing at Asuka with his mouth firmly closed, he saw that she was biting her blood stained lips and Shinji wondered if he didn't have a bloody kiss mark on his cheek.
"Asuka?"
"What?" She snapped while blushing furiously.
"...Err thanks..."
"...Whatever," said Asuka as she sank back onto Shinji's shoulders.
Shinji could help but feel a grin spread across his face. It was a start at least.
However...things were about to change
Was that a helicopter he heard? No...that was definitely a helicopter.
He could see the silhouette as it came in for a landing just outside of the square that he had opened up. He was amazed that a helicopter could even land in just a narrow space. But then, why was their a helicopter here in the first place?
As it landed, Shinji recognized two of the figures that jumped off the helicopter. Looking around at Asuka he saw that she was also watching as Misato and Ritsuko started running towards them.
"Get a containment team down here immediately and move that corpse while your at it," said Ritsuko. "I don't want anybody to know about this except for the people here.
It was something in her face which made Shinji skeptical, almost fearful. What was going on?
As Misato walked towards them, something went fleetingly through Shinji's mind. 'They know what I did and what I used. There gonna restrain me."
Standing up abruptly, Shinji was briefly able to see Misato hesitate before she continued walking forward. She was not smiling.
"Shinji...I'm sorry but we need you to come to Nerv."
"Why?"
"...I'd rather not have to answer that."
"But you know!"
"Yes I do...and I tried to stop it, but I have no control over the science department. I'm sorry but we'll have to take you in."
"And what! Run experiments on me!"
Misato's eyes shifted and Shinji could tell that he had hit the nail on the head.
At this point Asuka spoke up, "What are you talking about Misato! If Shinji hadn't...done what he did, I would be dead right now. Can you imagine what it was like for me! And now you're taking him away? Why damn it!"
"Asuka please, I don't want to argue right now..."
"I don't give a fuck what you want to do! Shinji saved me. Who cares what he did save me!"
"Asuka..."
"No I wont-"
Shinji stuck out his hand to stop her.
"It'll be fine..."
"Shin-"
He cut her off by fiercely hugging her, pulling her close to him.
"Its fine..."
"But-"
"It won't take long...I promise."
"You do?"
"Course I do. When have I been wrong?"
Asuka raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Fine...do what you must."
Shinji nodded and released his hold on her. Gazing back into her eyes for a moment, he gently brushed the back of his hand against her cheek.
"Come visit me if you get the change."
"Yeah...I will."
Turning to Misato he said, "Okay, I'm ready."
Misato nodded and turned towards the helicopter with Shinji walking beside her. Shinji couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be putting an unusual amount of distance between herself and Shinji.
'So everyone is suddenly afraid of me are they?' Shinji thought. 'Well, they can't be as scared as I am to find out about myself.'
Shinji slowly walked towards the helicopter, wondering how long he'd be apart from Asuka.
At Nerv, Gendo Ikari sat at his desk with a document in front of him, detailing the plans of his version of Instrumentality. His fifteen year plan was suddenly coming to fruition.