NGE Oversynch
Under ordinary circumstances Rei Ayinami would not care one way or the other about her living conditions. There really wasn’t all that much she actually did care about, when you got right down to it. Until after the accident, that is.
It had introduced her to many sensations she believed beyond her unusual physiology. The experiences and memories of Ikari and Soryu showed her elements of human understanding and wonder that felt eternally beyond her grasp. They were both very different kinds of people, polar opposites in a way, so it helped her maintain some semblance of balance.
She had arrived outside the apartment that was to be her new home in short order. Only a small case. She had virtually no possessions to call her own. Yet even though there was a door and walls in the way, she knew exactly what the other two were doing. Just as they knew what she was doing. Shinji was standing at the sink washing dishes and concealing an erection from Misato, while Asuka was standing in front of a full-length body mirror and posing seductively.
<i>“Yes, yes. Base human lust. Whatever you claim to think, wondergirl!”</i> Asuka thought while blowing a kiss at the mirror. <i>“But you know you want to get in here and make out with me, because you know how this feedback hits you.”</i>
Which was absolutely true. Consider their personality types. Shinji was withdrawn, lacking in confidence and a complete closet pervert with an intense attraction to both Rei and Asuka, albeit for different reasons. Asuka was an outgoing, proud girl that until yesterday’s incident in the locker room had been in absolute denial over her feelings for Shinji. Mutual attraction like that within a shared consciousness was only asking for trouble.
Another point raised by that. Rei knew that they knew about the true intentions of Third Impact. She knew that they knew, and they knew that as well, and surely so too did the old men in charge of the project. So why had they permitted this to continue the way it had?
<i>“We figure that out later on,”</i> Shinji thought. <i>“But for now, we play along and act like horny jackrabbits. Guh! Asuka, keep your shirt on!”
“Why?</i>” Asuka asked. <i>“I feel your arousal when you see them through my mind. That’s kind of the point to doing this, isn’t it? Kind of like masturbation taken to a science fiction extreme. And don’t even try telling me you don’t want to jerk all over this chest, because lying isn’t possibly between us anymore.”</i>
With that wonderful note, Rei knocked on the door and immediately thereafter found herself pulled into a warm and comfortable embrace that as a side effect had Rei’s face stuffed firmly and tightly into Misato’s cleavage.
<i>“D-Damn!”</i> both Asuka and Shinji whimpered.
“Hello, Rei!” Misato cheerfully greeted, petting her hair and making a sort of motherly gesture to check that she was alright. “How are you feeling? If the voices get too intense, you just have to say. Alright?”
“I am aware,” Rei said, her tone of voice shifting from meek to arrogant in the space of two syllables. She struggled to keep her usual disinterested monotone, but found it was like holding on to a stream of water with only your clenched fist. “I am also aware of the new ground rules you have laid down for our benefit. At no time are we to remain alone together in a room without a chaperone. Should anything unusual happen to any of us, we are to report it immediately. Should the effects worsen, you are to be alerted immediately.”
<i>“Spoilsport”</i> all three of them thought, or at least she was pretty sure it was all three of them. Misato nodded and took her single case of luggage through to the main room. Rei’s eyes wandered across Misato’s figure, and took the scenic route along the way. Why not when there was so much to see? That woman could leave a trail of drooling men in her wake if she wasn’t careful about it.
<i>“Hmph. You really are turning us into perverts.”
“Yeah, sure. That’s all my fault, Miss ‘wall of Jericho, please take the obscure hint and screw me stupid’. Or would you prefer Miss ‘I am bored, make out time’? Verdammt, if I wasn’t a tool.”
“You used the past tense. You still are a tool.”
“A tool you’re psychically connected to, and are using your psychic connection to conduct science fiction masturbation. Leicht Mädchen!”
“Ugh. Your submissive tendencies are leaking over to me; that made me feel really good out of nowhere. Say, wait a minute… If our perversion is building off each other, turning us into actually horny little jackrabbits, then maybe my intelligence can be used the same way to turn us into super-hyper-mega geniuses?”</i>
Rei sat down in front of the television. It wasn’t on or anything like that. This was just what she usually did when by herself. Sat down. Still. Silent. Contemplating. This conversation was far better entertainment than could ever be on the air in any event.
<i>“I get your thinking,”</i> Shinji thought. <i>“We can maybe use this to work out how to fix everything up. Get rid of the Angels, SEELE, my old man, that monster in the basement…”
“First thing’s first. We have to work out a way to do this while they’re watching us like hawks.”</i>
- Misato reflects on the situation, unaware of the conversation going on around her.
- What exactly are SEELE up to?
- Ritsuko tries to understand what the hell happened to them, causes another mini-gestalt.
- The psychic conspiracy continues.
- Something else
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