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| A painful expression crossed the Black Rider�s face. Or rather, what would have had to pass for a painful expression crossed what would have had to pass for the Black Rider�s face. But then again, Black riders are always covered in so many layers of heavy velvet that nobody can really tell anyway. Nevertheless, a painful expression crossed the Black Rider�s face. �Damn magic Rivendell river riders the bloody stupid elf girl threw at us.� He cursed, turning to his companions. �I told you we shouldn�t have bought the velvet that was on sale!� �Shuttupshuttupshuttupshuttup!!!� Black Rider 2 �Hey look here now. These blasted things are black, right.� Black Rider 6 �Yeah. We bought them black.� Black Rider 1 �Its not our fault the colour runs� Black Rider 7 �Or fades in the sun� Black Rider 3 �Or is damn hard to maintain.� �Anyway its hardly noticible.� �Still looks black to me� �And me.� �Me too� �Right� �Right� �Right� �Well, so long as that�s settled.� The issue of the robes put aside, the not so black Black Riders set out to complete what they had initially started out to do. �Toji!!! TOJI!!!� Shinji hollered, scared pissless. �AYANAMI!!! HHHEEELLLPPPPP!!!!� Suddenly a bloody stupid idea crossed his mind. �HALT!� he screamed frantically. �Ayanami�s right. Your robes are BLUE!!� The Black Riders stopped. The Black Riders looked down on themselves. The Black Riders sweatdropped. �Shit.� As one body, the Black Riders mounted their gallant steeds. The Spokesperson�s horse reared impressively on its hind legs. �You may have gotten away this time, but just you wait. I�ll be black!!!� he hollered maniacally and rode off into the sunset * * * * * * * It was at this point in time that Shinji stopped to question the author�s sanity. He wasn�t the only one. Light years away, in a different reality, the author herself stopped to entertain doubts of her sanity. But since there is nothing so dangerous as questioning one�s own sanity, the author wisely stopped. As did Shinji. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie, he reasoned. After all, he was still alive, wasn�t he? * * * * * * * Misato awoke a few hours later to find herself in her own apartment. In her own bed. Her head hurt. She groaned softly. �You okay?� Kaji. Holding a temple lightly with her fingertips, she sat up. She looked down at herself and frowned. With the exception of her shoes and jacket, Misato was still fully dressed. Her gaze met Kaji�s. She raised her eyebrow questioningly, but he merely shrugged nonchalantly. Correction. Almost nonchalantly. Almost nonchalantly because his eyes didn�t meet hers. Couldn�t meet hers. Misato hid a smile. Looking up, Kaji flashed her a sheepish grin and was gone in an instant. As the door to her apartment closed behind him, he shrugged self-consciously. She was too distraught about the Rip. Not today. Not today. Next time. Next time he would fuck her till within an inch of her life. Next time he would feel her hot breath against his skin once again. Feel her touch, softly at first, then getting more searching, more hungry as the need grew and grew in intensity. Feel his consciousness merge with hers as they become one. To him, Misato was bliss. Pure bliss. And he looked forward to experiencing that bliss again. But next time. Not now. Now she needed space. Now she needed privacy. She needed to be alone. It�s okay, he thought. He could respect that. * * * * * * * Back in her room, Misato flopped back onto her bed and sighed. She wanted him. No. She needed him. She needed him to fill the emptiness she felt inside. She needed him so bad it hurt. She sighed again. Men. Go figure. * * * * * * * Legolas looked around. The pathetic clump of trees that Shinji had landed himself in was not, in fact the realm of the Lady of the Woods. To tell the truth, there was nothing enchanting about these woods whatsoever. In fact, it was the Disenchanted Woods, and like so many other things in the world, serves no purpose but to act as a sad parody to the real McCoy. He looked grimly at the setting sun. their little misadventure in the Disenchanted Woods had led them further from their destination than ever. And Aragon was right. They had to make it to the Enchanted Woods by nightfall. They absolutely had to. * * * * * * * They picked up Asuka on the way to the Enchanted Forest. She was lying face down in the mud of the River of Wrath. From that day on, the name took on a very different significance. She was wet. She was cold. And she was ANGRY!!! The thing is, she is also very dispensible. Author: hehehe. Shut up, Asuka. * * * * * * * Misato gazed at the clock. 10pm? Could it possibly be so late? Her stomach growled in confirmation. She was starving. No, she was famished. Oh, whatever, she was so so so very HUNGRY! Come to think of it, when was the last time she had eaten? Was it before the Angel attack? She got up and dragged her weary feet to the kitchen. Standing there at the doorway, Misato could see the little signs of everyday domesticity that had kept her place so alive. Signs of normality that threatened to engulf her. Shinji�s mug, nicely washed and put away. Asuka�s dirty dishes in the sink. A can of unopened coke on the floor. Whose coke was that? Misato didn�t know. Must be one of the Childrens�. Misato didn�t drink coke. Shaking herself out of her mental stupor, Misato busied herself preparing dinner. Dinner for one. She reached into the fridge and grabbed a single can of beer. Only for one. Then she opened the cabinet where she stored all her instant food, thrust her arm in, wiggled it about to get the stuff nicely mixed up and drew out -purely at random- a packet of instant something or other. One packet for one person. One packet for one person. Only one. One packet. One packet needed tonight. * * * * * * With her can of cold beer and steaming packet of instant seafood rice laid out in front of her on the dining table, Misato looked around. It was so quiet. Too quiet. She drank deeply and set the can down. It made a clink sound as it touched the table. She stared at the rice, but try as she might, she could not bring herself to swallow any of it. She took a draught of beer again. The silence was stifling. Misato could hear her own breathing. She could hear her own heartbeat, loud against her ears. She could hear her own breathing. Slow, controlled at first, then getting more rasped, drawing her breath in choking, ragged gasps, louder, loudDER, LOUDER!!! With a cry, she jumps to her feet, pressing her hands to her ears to block out the silence of the house and the sound of her lonliness. It was killing her. The silence was killing her. She took a few deep breaths and slowly let her arms fall to her side. Slowly, slowly, she opened her eyes� �and saw dinner on the table. Dinner for one� Her body started shaking of its own accord and she clung to the table to steady herself, holding it in a death grasp, her nails biting into the wood. No Shinji. Her nails sank deeper. No Asuka! Her breathing grew ragged once more No Kaji!! She threw back her head and gasped for air And let go of the table as if it had bit her. Desperate, she blew through the kitchen, switching on every appliance she had. That finished, she flew to the hall, blasting both the radio and the television set at maximum volume. Then, she swept into her bedroom, this time attacking her alarm clock, her bedside radio, anything at all that made a noise, anything at all to block out her drowning. Everything at maximum volume. Everything so LOUD! Then, still covering her ears, she screamed. ~END OF CHAPTER 2~ So there you have it. Chapter 2. And no, I do not know how come Misato is starting to have a larger role than Rei. That�s just the way the story came out, okay. So sue me! And many apologies to any Asuka fans out there. Just because you are a fan doesn�t mean everyone else is. Personally, I can�t stand the bitch. S*O*R*R*Y*! Any offence is really not intended. Especially with respect to Asuka fans. The insult is for Asuka only. Anyway, please email any comments/ suggestions to [email protected] Gimmie some ideas. Mebbie that way I can stop copying from Pratchett! |
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