![]() ![]() With his body recovering from another bout of coughing that he had managed to get through, Shinji brought his hand to his mouth when he felt a liquid, wiping his mouth and watching his hand.įrowning at the sight, Shinji watched the red liquid staining the palm of his hand, tasting iron in his mouth, then Shinji closed his eyes and took a long breath. "Again?" Shinji grumbled as he coughed violently, holding onto the kitchen counter so as not to lose his balance.įeeling his body starting to get weak, Shinji began to control his breathing as best he could, taking deep breaths as he gasped heavily, feeling his head spinning with the lack of air he was feeling. "At least it doesn't taste like shit." Shinji spoke as he put the spoon down, having remembered the countless times he had nothing to satisfy his hunger, how bad the food tasted and he had to put up with it.įeeling his chest beginning to itch, Shinji caught himself giving a few timid coughs that quickly began to increase. Seeing that his soup was getting a good look, Shinji took a spoonful to his mouth to taste it, nodding slightly to the flavor, knowing that it might be better if it had his seasonings. "What the fuck." Shinji grumbled as he refocused on the meal he was preparing for both of them, lighting a wood stove, Shinji began cooking, it being one of the few things he could do to distract himself.Įven though he didn't have the variety of subjects he once had, the young boy still had his gift, managing to improvise dishes for himself making his meals less shitty in Shinji's view. Remembering the difficulties in rescuing Asuka, Shinji looked at the reflection one of the cabinets gave him of himself, seeing the battle marks on his face, the freshly stitched cut from the knife that managed to wound him. "Again with that? Is that the right motive, or do you wish you had dumped her with the sympathizers?" His mind attacked mercilessly. Seeing that everything was as it should be in the pot, Shinji took a look at its contents, knowing that there wasn't enough food even for him, but something in his mind was telling him not to skimp.īringing his hands to his face again, Shinji whispered to himself, having dropped his knife and listening to the metal colliding with the countertop in a soft thud. Stopping his activity, Shinji closed his eyes as he took a long sigh, he knew that Asuka would do anything to convince him, including using force to try to get him back to WILLE. But you know she won't go willingly, she is Asuka after all." Her mind spoke as she brought up images of Asuka's temperament, all showing how she used to wake up in the NERV days, how she wouldn't budge for anything when she stuck something in her head. Shinji thought as he stared at his ingredients with a look of disdain. I don't know, I'll help her recover and take her to one of WILLE's bases. "Well? What will it be like when she wakes up?" His mind asked.Īcting in an automatic way, Shinji was not even paying attention to the task he was doing, passing the knife through everything he was throwing into a pan, his mind was locked on Asuka who was resting on the sofa in the living room. With a sarcastic laugh, Shinji would never expect that he would be cooking for Asuka again, he picked up his combat knife and began preparing his meal and hers. Shinji thought as he stared into Asuka's face, but soon sadness began to take over his thoughts, having remembered every word Asuka had spoken to him in his entire existence.ĭucking his head as he remembered, Shinji sighed as he stood up and walked toward the apartment kitchen, looking at his supply of food, knowing that Asuka would be hungry when she woke up. Looking at the serum he had administered to Asuka, Shinji again locked his gaze on his former roommate, analyzing her face every inch of the way. With a cloth dampened with water, Shinji gently wiped away the dried blood that stained his beautiful face, wiping each area gently until only contact marks remained. He closed his eyes to the scene in front of him, but this was only a facade, his mind was on the person who was currently sleeping on a couch, with slow and heavy steps, Shinji approached Asuka who had her eyes closed. Shinji was looking out the window of the apartment he "confiscated," watching the horizon in the background with tired eyes, looking at the mountains and small buildings that surrounded his temporary place of refuge.
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