Shinji coughs into his head. “So, Ayanami.”
The guardian, ignorant of the boy’s discomfort, stares past the Child. “Yes, Ikari-kun?”
If the conversation is awkward now, he doesn’t know what it will be after his next question. “I… was thinking. You’re pretty wise, you know?”
Ayanami does not take her eyes off of him. It’s like she has no eyelids to blink, Shinji thinks. “Yes, Ikari-kun?”
"Me and Nagisa… "
"Well, we… "
Rei is not one to finish sentences for others, or nod her head encouragingly. She is one to stare.
"We were thinking… of… " Shinji looks like he’s dunked his head in a bucket of red paint. "Ofspicingthingsupinthebedroom."
He waits for the oncoming disgusted sneer, the fidget, maybe even a blush.
Nothing. Rei sits comfortably in her stone-cold silence.
After about a minute, she speaks up. “Ikari-kun.”
Shinji starts. “Y- Yes?”
"I have just the thing." In the middle of the cafe, she puts her bookbag in her lap and begins to rummage. Alarmed, Shinji thrashes around in his seat.
"No, Ayanami! No, not here- !"
"Yes, here it is." She draws it out of her bag.
He can’t look. He won’t look. He looks, and then ogles.
It’s a fucking horse mask.
“Shinji-kun, would you like to hear a story?”
The unexpected question catches Shinji’s attention and his hands stop their movements on the knife, glancing behind him curiously towards a smiling Kaworu sitting at the kitchen table, watching him.
“A story?” Shinji echoes, curiosity brimming in…
posting this from my ao3. snippets from this series will be posted here, so it made sense.
a/n: loveless inspired idea. unfinished.
The teacher’s face is a mask of worry when he explains why his parents can’t come pick him up.
Title: Silver Platter
Word count: 6,336
Summary: Though life may be served on a silver platter, it doesn’t mean it’s as glamorous as the serving dish itself. Sometimes it’s ugly and when it’s finally fully recognized as such…
Word count: 3,425
Summary: Kaworu laughs, musical and filled with delighted surprise and Shinji feels a small smile quirking his own lips involuntarily at how free it sounds even as he feels the remnants of a blush burning on his face. He doesn’t think he could love any other sound more than he loves Kaworu’s laugh.
title: the sea at in-between
word count: 763
summary: “Until next time,” Kaworu says, and the whole world floods.
note: writer’s block! i’m at a loss! so, this is an exercise in prose — for which i have likely sacrificed coherence…
Anime Kaworu: Are you a dictionary? Because you give my life meaning.
Anime Shinji: (#^.^#)
Rebuild Kaworu: Let’s make beautiful music together, Shinji-kun. (^_-)-☆
Rebuild Shinji: (^///^)
Manga Kaworu: …. Nice legs, Shinji-kun. When do they open? ＼(~o~)／
Manga Shinji: ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ ┻━┻
Finally a Rebuild theory that makes sense. (The Ronald Reagan part that is)
WHAT IF KAWORU ISN’T REAL IN REBUILD BUT AN IMAGINARY FRIEND OR THE GHOST OF RONALD REAGAN
Pairing: Ikari Shinji/Nagisa Kaworu
Summary: All colour drains from his previously flushed face. What if someone had heard? Stupid boy.
Three days and two nights.
Three days and two nights, they’d been changing paths as often as possible, doing everything from tailing merchant caravans to stumbling down long-forgotten hunting trails in their attempts to elude the Council of Thirteen’s templars that had been on their backs since he’d made his presence in the citadel known. In the process, he’d gone from guiding, to supporting, to carrying Shinji as the slow-acting poison collar continued to do its evil work.
Finally, as night fell for the third time, Kaworu finally stopped to make camp. He didn’t know if he’d put enough distance and trickery between them and their pursuers, but it would have to do. Shinji wasn’t going to last any longer.
Okok it was really slow at work so I thought up of this AU and I’m sorry if it’s bad; I suck at writing fanfiction stuff asdfghjkl;;;
Kaworu gently caressed Shinji’s body as he left a trail of kisses across his collar bone. Shinji gasped, his face a deep shade of crimson.
"Shinji-kun, i am new to this human form of courtship, i learned that music helps" He said huskily as he took Shinji’s SDAT player from his pocket and started playing nyancat.
Shinji went more flacid than a noodle
Evangelion in a nutshell