Categories > Anime/Manga > Neon Genesis Evangelion > Forgotten: Sorrow of a Pilot
Authors Notes: Don't flame me because you don' like the way I portray the characters in this fic Authors Notes: Don't flame me because you don' like the way I portray the characters in this fic. Disclaimer- I do not own Evangelion or any other anime franchises.
Forgotten
Thick, low-hanging black clouds hung in the sky, threatening to split asunder and unleash
their icy cargo in a torrent of rain. A small, frail- looking, four-year old boy ran after a tall,
imposing man who was walking away, not looking back, at a slow even pace.
"No! Daddy, please don't leave me! I'm sorry I was bad! I promise I'll be good, please
don't leave me daddy! Please!" The little boy was sobbing as he ran, the streaks of tears washing
away in the rain that had just started to fall.
The tall, dark, imposing man, ignoring his sons' pleas, continued to walk on, soon becoming
nothing but a phantom barley visible in the shadowy curtain of rain fall that pelted the train station.
Shinji awoke with a start, hot tears coursing down his cheeks. He had been having the same
dream, more like a nightmare, every night for the past two weeks; he didn't even know what had
triggered the dream/memory. He only seemed to suffer from the horrid nightmare near the
anniversary of his mothers' death, or that of his father abandoning him.
Shinji thought it might have been triggered by seeing Asuka talking with Kaji: Shinji knew
that Asuka had a major crush on the pony-tailed man (much similar to the one he had on her) but
could tell that Kaji cared for the feisty German as a father would. HE felt a sharp, bitter pang of
jealousy every time he saw the two of them talking, going shopping or simply sitting and having
dinner together (the same pang he felt whenever he saw Rei talking with his own father).
Each time he squashed the feeling by telling himself he didn't deserve that kind of fatherly
affection (if any at all), that if he wasn't such a horrible person his father wouldn't of left him on
that train station ten years ago. If he had been a better son he wouldn't of been sent to that hellish
orphanage.
Shinji wiped his eyes, removing all traces of his tears (the last thing he needed was for
Asuka to see his tear-stained face and call him a pathetic loser) and gathered his things to take a
shower.
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Asuka moaned from low in her throat as she felt her lovers' lips from her jaw to the crook
of her shoulder, where he began to apply subtle suction, enhancing the pleasure. She could feel
his warm hands gently unfastened her skirt and slide the garment down her long, silky smooth
legs.
The fiery redhead shivered in delight as her lover deftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it
from her body, and firmly, yet gently, cupped her satin-encased left breast and squeezed softly.
When she felt him replace his hand on her breast with his mouth, grip her hips firmly and lift
her up, so she could wrap her slender, femininely muscular legs around his waist Asuka threw her
head back and moaned loudly.
"Oh god, don't stop! Please don't stop Shinji! I need you so bad, don't stop!" Asuka cried
out. The feisty German pulled Shinji's lips from her bra-clad chest, quickly unhooked and
removed her bra, and shoved his face back to her now bare breasts. With Shinji firmly
massaging and fondling her buttocks while sucking at her breast Asuka felt an orgasm begin to
blossom.
As her orgasm neared Asuka began to roll her hips against Shinji's trying to speed along her
much desired relief, only to be interrupted by a loud, shrill beeping.
Whimpering in annoyance Asuka threw off her covers, grabbed her chirping alarm clock
and flung it, with all her might across her room into the wall, shattering it and silencing the
annoying piece of machinery.
Knowing that she could not get back to sleep, Asuka grabbed her clothes for the day and
shuffled over to the bathroom, intent on taking a nice, hot shower and forget the steamy dream
that had been invading her sleep for the past few weeks, ever since the battle with the Eighth
angle (the one that was in the volcano).
Just as Asuka reached for the doorknob the bathroom door swung open and a shirt-less
Shinji stepped from the steam-filled room. Asuka fought back the strong urge to grab the boy
and kiss him vigorously.
"Out of my way Hentai Baka!" Asuka shouted, trying to make up for her starring at her sole
male roommate.
Asuka vaguely heard Shinji mutter, in that quiet, kicked-puppy voice he used oh so often, a
muted "Sorry Asuka."
It pained her greatly whenever she heard that voice, and it pained her even more to know
that she was the cause of it. As the boy walked away Asuka turned to watch him, and saw
something that sickened her greatly. His back was covered in a twisted, gnarled network of pale,
bone-white scars.
"Mien Gott! What the fucking hell happened to him?" Asuka whispered as she looked at her
roommates mutilated back. Asuka made a note to ask Misato if she knew what had happened
to the unusually meek boy.
With her thoughts driven from her highly erotic dream to the cause of Shinji's scars, all
enjoyment Asuka could of taken from her pending shower was dashed.
The hot-tempered German, so caught up in thoughts of who could do something so horrible
to such a sweet and caring person (despite her constant insults and ranting she knew that Shinji
was no pervert, that much was clear when he averted his eyes when her skirt was blown up while
on the deck of 'Over the Rainbow' back when they first met), that she didn't notice the salty tears
that welled up in the corners of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, only to be dashed away
by the searing, pulsating water of her shower.
Five minutes later, only a third of her usual shower time, Asuka stepped out of the
bathroom, dressed and ready for School.
Authors Notes: Asuka will be the main character in this fic, with a few flash backs (on Shinji's part) of his life before arriving in Tokyo-3
Forgotten
Thick, low-hanging black clouds hung in the sky, threatening to split asunder and unleash
their icy cargo in a torrent of rain. A small, frail- looking, four-year old boy ran after a tall,
imposing man who was walking away, not looking back, at a slow even pace.
"No! Daddy, please don't leave me! I'm sorry I was bad! I promise I'll be good, please
don't leave me daddy! Please!" The little boy was sobbing as he ran, the streaks of tears washing
away in the rain that had just started to fall.
The tall, dark, imposing man, ignoring his sons' pleas, continued to walk on, soon becoming
nothing but a phantom barley visible in the shadowy curtain of rain fall that pelted the train station.
Shinji awoke with a start, hot tears coursing down his cheeks. He had been having the same
dream, more like a nightmare, every night for the past two weeks; he didn't even know what had
triggered the dream/memory. He only seemed to suffer from the horrid nightmare near the
anniversary of his mothers' death, or that of his father abandoning him.
Shinji thought it might have been triggered by seeing Asuka talking with Kaji: Shinji knew
that Asuka had a major crush on the pony-tailed man (much similar to the one he had on her) but
could tell that Kaji cared for the feisty German as a father would. HE felt a sharp, bitter pang of
jealousy every time he saw the two of them talking, going shopping or simply sitting and having
dinner together (the same pang he felt whenever he saw Rei talking with his own father).
Each time he squashed the feeling by telling himself he didn't deserve that kind of fatherly
affection (if any at all), that if he wasn't such a horrible person his father wouldn't of left him on
that train station ten years ago. If he had been a better son he wouldn't of been sent to that hellish
orphanage.
Shinji wiped his eyes, removing all traces of his tears (the last thing he needed was for
Asuka to see his tear-stained face and call him a pathetic loser) and gathered his things to take a
shower.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Asuka moaned from low in her throat as she felt her lovers' lips from her jaw to the crook
of her shoulder, where he began to apply subtle suction, enhancing the pleasure. She could feel
his warm hands gently unfastened her skirt and slide the garment down her long, silky smooth
legs.
The fiery redhead shivered in delight as her lover deftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it
from her body, and firmly, yet gently, cupped her satin-encased left breast and squeezed softly.
When she felt him replace his hand on her breast with his mouth, grip her hips firmly and lift
her up, so she could wrap her slender, femininely muscular legs around his waist Asuka threw her
head back and moaned loudly.
"Oh god, don't stop! Please don't stop Shinji! I need you so bad, don't stop!" Asuka cried
out. The feisty German pulled Shinji's lips from her bra-clad chest, quickly unhooked and
removed her bra, and shoved his face back to her now bare breasts. With Shinji firmly
massaging and fondling her buttocks while sucking at her breast Asuka felt an orgasm begin to
blossom.
As her orgasm neared Asuka began to roll her hips against Shinji's trying to speed along her
much desired relief, only to be interrupted by a loud, shrill beeping.
Whimpering in annoyance Asuka threw off her covers, grabbed her chirping alarm clock
and flung it, with all her might across her room into the wall, shattering it and silencing the
annoying piece of machinery.
Knowing that she could not get back to sleep, Asuka grabbed her clothes for the day and
shuffled over to the bathroom, intent on taking a nice, hot shower and forget the steamy dream
that had been invading her sleep for the past few weeks, ever since the battle with the Eighth
angle (the one that was in the volcano).
Just as Asuka reached for the doorknob the bathroom door swung open and a shirt-less
Shinji stepped from the steam-filled room. Asuka fought back the strong urge to grab the boy
and kiss him vigorously.
"Out of my way Hentai Baka!" Asuka shouted, trying to make up for her starring at her sole
male roommate.
Asuka vaguely heard Shinji mutter, in that quiet, kicked-puppy voice he used oh so often, a
muted "Sorry Asuka."
It pained her greatly whenever she heard that voice, and it pained her even more to know
that she was the cause of it. As the boy walked away Asuka turned to watch him, and saw
something that sickened her greatly. His back was covered in a twisted, gnarled network of pale,
bone-white scars.
"Mien Gott! What the fucking hell happened to him?" Asuka whispered as she looked at her
roommates mutilated back. Asuka made a note to ask Misato if she knew what had happened
to the unusually meek boy.
With her thoughts driven from her highly erotic dream to the cause of Shinji's scars, all
enjoyment Asuka could of taken from her pending shower was dashed.
The hot-tempered German, so caught up in thoughts of who could do something so horrible
to such a sweet and caring person (despite her constant insults and ranting she knew that Shinji
was no pervert, that much was clear when he averted his eyes when her skirt was blown up while
on the deck of 'Over the Rainbow' back when they first met), that she didn't notice the salty tears
that welled up in the corners of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, only to be dashed away
by the searing, pulsating water of her shower.
Five minutes later, only a third of her usual shower time, Asuka stepped out of the
bathroom, dressed and ready for School.
Authors Notes: Asuka will be the main character in this fic, with a few flash backs (on Shinji's part) of his life before arriving in Tokyo-3
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