Chapter 00
Silence filled almost every crevice of the Katsuragi residence as the sun began to dip below the western horizon. Dirty dishes remained idle atop the kitchen counter, the only remaining evidence of a hastily and poorly prepared dinner from the evening before. Further in the apartment, light began to make its escape of each corner at times casting ominous figures dancing across the walls. Within minutes the only remaining light could be seen shining prominently underneath the bathroom door; and with it came the steady sound of water flowing from the shower.
Behind that lone door stood one of the most important people in this illusionary city; Asuka Langley, the second child and designated pilot of Eva unit 02. With an outreached arm she turned the shower handle, refusing anymore water the privilege of gracing her form. It was there she lingered, thoughts and memories rushing back. Memories of her mother, caring more about that stupid doll than her; memories of her father running into the arms of a nurse as soon as the opportunity showed itself. †˜You don’t have a family anymore,’ she thought, †˜we can only take care of ourselves; we can’t rely on anyone to help us.’ A sly grin crept across her face, †˜not that we need it.’
Feeling satisfied at having stroked her delicate ego, Asuka stepped out of the shower and stood motionless in front of the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. Every night and after every shower without fail, Asuka would stand in that exact spot and let the remaining water drip from her fingers onto the floor. Misato would surely chastise her for leaving a mess later, but that was of no concern to Asuka now. The only thing that mattered was this person looking back at her in the mirror. This feisty redhead standing tall and proud as if nothing could topple her. Her eyes, wide and blue stared back with little to no emotion causing a spark of rage to ignite from deep within, †˜I am nothing like her,’ she muttered.
Moving her eyes down she began to admire the other aspects of her body. Her flawless skin flowing like a silk encasing, her lips red and longing, still lower her neck and collarbone well formed from years of military training. Continuing to drop her gaze, Asuka admired her breasts, both large and perky for her age while being topped with a pair of tiny pink nipples. Lately she had been doing everything in her power to show off her bust, even going so far as to wear a low cut top with no bra around the apartment. Misato, acting as the mother figure she was, would occasionally shoot her the disapproving stare or two. However Shinji, the only male in the house (excluding one rather intelligent penguin) would never bat an eyelash. This would often times send Asuka into one of her common emotional fits, finding something to yell at Shinji about from his poor cooking to how he was breathing. Was it so wrong to want to be noticed?
Finally Asuka’s eyes surveyed her firm and toned stomach, bringing another smile to her face. She had spent the better part of a year trying to sculpt that form and seeing it would always cheer her up. This of course led her gaze lower; down to the only part she would never dare let any man set eyes upon. A tuft of coarse hair, dark amber in colour, was flowing over her vulva, hiding the rest of her womanhood from the world. Asuka reached and hand down and ran her fingers through the patch, still damp from the shower; she contemplated shaving it as she had often done back in Germany. It was only after the angels started to attack that Asuka stopped grooming herself to such an extent, unable to find the time with her duties as an Eva pilot now in full swing. She would of course, keep the hair well trimmed and shaped; just another reason to be proud of her figure.
With these ideas flashing quickly through her mind, Asuka; as if on instinct slides her hand down further. Her fingers spreading as they glide between her legs, eliciting a relaxed sigh to escape her lips. Stopping for a moment, Asuka pondered whether or not to continue these explicit acts in the privacy of the bathroom or if it would be safer to retreat to her bedroom. †˜Retreat… We never retreat.’ Remembering that Misato would be working late tonight and Shinji left to see Touji for a few hours, she had the residence to herself for the better part of the evening. Making her decision, Asuka dropped to her knees and leaned forward, supporting herself with her elbows. This position would always remain one of her favourites as it forced her breasts to press against the cold ground, causing her nipples to quickly harden. Keeping herself balanced on one elbow, Asuka probed her hand over her stomach, sliding it down and pausing as she again felt the edge of her womanhood. Since before coming to Japan, Asuka would imagine her hand was Kaji’s, pleasuring her in ways no one else could; however, since he had been spending more and more time with Misato, Asuka had began to fantasize of yet another man. The only other man she felt attracted to, though she hated to admit such things.
With her eyes closed she pushed her hand- †˜Shinjis hand,’ Asuka reminded herself, past the rim of her hair and clasped the entire hand over already aroused pussy. Feeling the fingers stroke gingerly at her inner labia and dip partially inside her, coating them with her now flowing juices. Asuka’s breathing became faster with each second, even allowing a few moans to fill the room. “Shinji…” She muttered under her breath, her hand pushing back down and her fingers circling her clit with ease. “That’s it Shinji,” she spoke louder now, passion beginning to take its toll, “Faster Shinji… go… faster.” As if ordered, her fingers obliged to rapidly circle and press against Asuka’s sensitive clit, each rotation forcing another and louder moan to fill the room. That’s when Asuka did something she had never dared before, her fingers crept back up and she pressed the middle two against the opening of her vagina. She had only ever dipped the tips of her fingers in, wetting them the best she could. Tonight however, she was feeling particularly brave as the two fingers pushed back into her. Pushing slowly, past where she ever dared and further still, halfway up the length of her fingers before she stopped. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced, rather than the sharp jolts of pleasure she was used to, Asuka was feeling gentle waves of physical joy wash over her, similar to an orgasm yet not quite as strong.
Wanting to strengthen this feeling, Asuka curled her fingers as if on instinct and felt tidal waves of pleasure overwhelm her. From deep within her pussy the feeling rose and escaped her throat; moaning louder than she thought was genuinely possible, Asuka pushed her fingers back against this spot inside her. Stroking it anyway she could, feeling each wave stronger than the last overcome her every sense, pussy juices dripping into the palm of her hand. “Shinji!” She screamed, “Harder Shinji, make me come! Don’t stop now!” Asuka’s knees buckled from beneath her and she fell, her body flat against the floor and unable to move as her orgasm shot through every inch of her body. Fluid seeping between her fingers and onto the cold surface beneath her, giving her an experience and feeling she would spend years trying to recreate. Pleasure filled moans continued to fill the bathroom and now even the rest of the apartment, Asuka’s heart began to calm down and her breathing slowly returned to normal as she lay there both happy and spent; her fingers still between her soft pussy lips. She lay still, one by one letting each sense come back to her. Unbeknownst to her, Asuka was not the only one in the apartment to have an orgasm at that moment.
On the other side of that door was none other than the very boy she was imagining giving her such pleasure. Shinji stood still, his school uniform wrinkled and his pants dropped clumsily to the floor. In his hand, his still erect penis throbbed as if begging for more; semen covered his hand and Shinji felt disgust replace pleasure as the sight registered with his already scrambled brain. †˜What just happened?’ He thought, trying desperately to make sense of the situation, †˜there is no way that was Asuka… and she couldn’t have been thinking of me, could she?’ Shinji remained motionless, too caught up in his own thoughts to even realize the bathroom door start to open in front of him. By the time he noticed, it was too late; there stood Asuka, naked in all her glory, her body seeming to glow with orgasmic bliss. Standing tall, she looked down at Shinji, his face flushed and his eyes went wide with his mouth stuttering, trying to formulate some sort of apology. “I…uh… this isn’t… I’m sorry, Asuka.”
Asuka tried her hardest to keep a straight face, deep inside she was ecstatic, not only had Shinji finally noticed her the way she wanted but she was able to look down at his cock; laid bare in all its glory for her. On cue, her sexuality stirred within her again pleading for another orgasm. Realizing quickly she had to get out of this situation, Asuka did the only thing that came naturally, “Shinji, you idiot!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Within seconds there was a new introduction as hand met face with a force even Touji only had a taste of, Shinjis cheek burned with pain as Asuka stormed off toward her room, sliding the door shut behind her. Shinji just stayed in the hall, pulling his pants back up to his waist and letting the tears roll down his cheeks.
