BNB Kaworu certainly has a bit of dorky Anakin Skywalker energy
Asuka "Sure you won, but you used an exploit to go out of bounds and sequence break past your final battle with Shinji and onto the victory screen so you dont qualify for a true OT3 run."
That's what I really like about the characterization of Misato in this fic. I don't think Shinji and friends realize with Mari incapacitated most of the first half of the story they really lucked out with Misato.
Not to pat myself on the back but I do think Langley is one of my better creations, hes flawed but in a very human and relatable way, I am glad people found him engaging.
| "Gendo, Dr. Fuyutsuki, Miss Katsuragi, I truly appreciate your time," David hurriedly concluded the day's affairs. "I need to catch my flight back to Germany, but I will be back out... soon." "Dr. Langley, we cannot express enough how grateful we are for the Langley Foundation's support and your visit, and that Asuka herself has joined us." "Yes," David grunted before cutting the conversation bluntly. "Asuka, come with me." Her heart sank as they silently made their way through the building. Neither spoke until they arrived at the front drop-off location where her father's rental was left. No longer accompanied by anyone, David turned and stared downward at his daughter, eyes flickering between pain and anger, "You lied to me." "Papa..." "Not only did you lie to me, but Shinji lied to me, too." "Papa," Asuka reached out and tried to take her father's hand, but he pulled away. "I don't know if I'm more disappointed or hurt right now, Asuka." "Papa, please..." "I have to go, I have to go check on your mother. But I will call you after I know her condition." "Papa..." "Consider yourself fortunate that I'm not taking you to the airport with me now," David would not allow her to get a word in, and his final statement cut her to the core, "Enjoy the Festival, Asuka." "Papa..." the tears had begun rolling down her cheeks, unceasing, even as the car left her vision. |
| Picking up her phone, Asuka breathed a sigh of relief when the caller ID displayed "OZ". Answering the call, Asuka couldn't help but continue to admire her outfit in the mirror, a last anchor to her happiness in Japan, "Ozvaldo, I have to admit, I look fabulous in a yukata." Unfortunately, those would be the last words she spoke to the older man that day. Instead, he shakily addressed her and broke her heart, sapping any strength she had left. After what felt like an eternity, Asuka dropped her phone, allowing it to slip unceremoniously to the floor, as she bolted out of her room. The moment the phone skipped off the floor, an explosion rocked the dormitory building. And a door opened. Swift feet race through the apartment. Two girls attempt to address the girl, but she's already left. Another door opened. Now down the hallway. Tears streaming. An impatient finger jabs the button repeatedly. Unable to wait, the girl turns towards the stairwell. Another door opened. Barefoot, she runs down dozens of flights of stairs, the pain in her feet muted by the pain in her heart. Over a dozen floors pass by, Asuka doesn't count. She races for the number "2". Another door opened. In the final hallway. She pounds on a door, unceasing. Black tears stain her cheeks, painted by hurt and gravity. Her dress torn in multiple places, having caught on the stairwell. She didn't know or care. The last door opens. Seeing her target in the back of the room, Asuka sprints in, launching herself into his arms. There is nowhere else she wants to be. Nothing will heal the hurt, fix the pain. She has no one again. |
| Still holding her tight, Shinji ignored the object and tried to look into Asuka's eyes, but she wouldn't meet his gaze. His shirt had grown damp from the tears. "Hey, Asuka, what's going on?" She doesn't answer for nearly a half hour, instead a heavy wailing fills the silence. Eventually the sobs lighten and Asuka shudders against his chest. "Shinji..." her weak voice tugs at his heart. "Yes, Asuka?" "Shinji...!" she cried harder. "What's wrong?" "My- my- m- m- my..." Asuka's anguished cries overtook her attempts to speak and she broke down again. "Asuka, Asuka. What's wrong?" Moments turned to seconds. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Hours to days, weeks, months, years. Or a lifetime. Shinji couldn't be sure. All he knew in that moment was that a crumpled wreck of a human being was laid across his lap, and all three occupants of the room were silent. Nearly an eternity had passed before Shinji could speak again. He had shaken and prodded Asuka to determine that her heavy crying had subsided not because she was out of tears, but because she was asleep. "Musashi?" Shinji croaked. His throat was parched and his heart ached for Asuka, not knowing why. "Yeah?" "What time is it?" The other boy looked at his phone, having sat in respectful silence the entire time. "It's 5:13." She's been here almost an hour, Shinji thought. "Have they done roll yet?" Musashi shook his head, "I don't think so. We aren't required to report until next week, so I don't know if there are enough of us to warrant it." Shinji nodded and considered his options. Unfortunately, guests were against the rules during a lockdown situation, especially those of the opposite sex. If Asuka is caught in his room, or missing from hers, there could be trouble. "Musashi, I need your help." "Anything." "I need you to go across the hall and hang with Kensuke. Tell them I'm sick or something, but I'm in here," Shinji devised the plan on the fly. "Make sure you close the door." The boy hopped off of his bed, "You got it." "I'll call Mari and see if I can figure out what's going on." When Musashi left he dialed Asuka's phone, hoping a roommate would answer. Fortunately, someone did. "He- hello. Is this Shinji?" Shinji answered in the affirmative, holding the phone to his ear while Asuka breathed slowly against his chest. "Yes. Is this Mari?" "Yeah. Is Asuka with you?" Mari asked over the phone. "Yes." "Oh thank goodness." The voice on the phone quieted as the device was momentarily pulled away, "May- she's in Shinji's room. Yeah, she went to his room." "Mari?" Her volume returned as she continued the call, "We've been trying to get ahold of you, but we didn't know her PIN. She needs you, Shinji." "Mari? Mari. What happened?" Shinji did his best to speak softly but still needed answers. "Wait, she didn't tell you?" Shinji shook his head, not realizing she wouldn't see the action, "No. She's been crying nonstop. I can't get a word out of her..." "Oh man, I don't want to be the one to tell you," Mari sighed. "Is it her mother? I know she was sick." Shinji heard a stifled sob over the phone and prepared for the worst, "No, Shinji. Or at least, I hope not..." "Mari, what happened?" Mari took a deep breath, "That Oz guy called back. Several times..." "Okay..." "Her father," her sobs were no longer under control, "her father was in a car accident on the way home from the airport..." Shinji's heart dropped out of the bottom of his soul, crashing to the floor. The unimaginable pain and anguish Asuka was going through hurt him so much, and he could barely hold his own tears in. The word "No..." escaped his throat, but he already knew what was coming. "Asuka's father died, Shinji." --- ( by author RLLRRR ) |
should be "you two"
Thanks, glad you enjoyed. Next chapter will be out... eventually. Sorta had to rewrite it from scratch several times because I wasn't happy how it was going.
