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Tokyo-3 Subway	By : SRWFan Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 10625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Tokyo-3 Subway
By SRWFan
Sumary: Asuka does NOT tolerate molesters. However she can make an exception for a certain someone. Shinji/Asuka.
Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The man raised his look slightly over the upper rim of the newspaper. Greedy, leering eyes scanned the whirlpool of people swirling around him. A multitude of sleepy, bored-looking, gloomy commuters filled the noisy, well-illuminated wagon, indifferent to the loud and hissing noise, to the persistent clattering of the train, to the pungent, unpleasant odours pervading the stuffed atmosphere and to the world surrounding them. They were completely oblivious to their bearings.
Finally he found a prey. Amidst the clusters of people he spotted a young girl. She looked young –no older than eighteen, he guessed-, dressed in a light-green-and-white high school uniform, and his red hair and blue eyes firmly suggested that she was a foreigner. Nonetheless she was so beautiful that he could barely breathe: her body was lithe, her legs slender and long, her breasts large and perky and her bottom tight and firm.
Or so he theorized. And theories must be tested, right?
He stealthily approached to her from behind, pretending that he was merely shuffling towards the wagon metal doors and actively trying not to jostle anyone to not draw attention at himself. Then he furtively stretched his open palm forward…
… And a hand clamped around his wrist, stopping it. Shocked and surprised, he glared up. A short, meek-looking, raven-haired, blue-eyed boy, wearing a plain white shirt and baggy dark pants that hugged loosely his body, was gripping his hand. The teen was staring straight at him. And his aqua eyes were so lively like shards of frozen water.
Slowly his paralyzing shock dissolved, washed away by growing anger. Who did this kid think that he was to interrupt his fun?
“Try that,” the teen stated with a voice that was more chilled than an arctic wind, “and she will kill you. And then I’ll burn your corpse.”
Before the man was able to come up with a scathing reply, he noticed that the red-headed girl had tilted slightly her head and was glaring at him out of her corner’s eye. Her squinted ocean-blue eyes smouldered with a burning azure blaze.
All of sudden the man felt an icy stab of fear twisting in his chest. He felt like if he was being stared down by an enraged, dangerous wild beast. And that beast was about to stomp him and eat him.
Forget about metaphors and run! Flee, fool! His self-survival instinct screamed into his head. Panicked, he retreated and disappeared among the crowd of people.
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Asuka hurled a long, baleful, burning stare at the man as he slipped among the multitude, and then she turned at Shinji. Her long mane of rich red hair flapped with the brusque, violent motion, like a cascade of bright-orange fire trailing behind her, before settling down on her shoulders and back.
“Why did you stop him?” She hissed in a low, still anger-filled voice. “I would have got an excuse to trash him. That kind of people is scum.”
Shinji just shrugged. “I do not want anyone molesting you?”
Inwardly he still felt hot anger crawling inside him like a disgusting parasite. People thought that his girlfriend was possessive... but they did not know how possessive HE was.
Asuka glared silently. Slowly she nodded, quietly admitting his point. Her red lips parted to let out a huff and she looked away.
As she stared around, she perused the shadows of people surrounding them. Nobody had done as much as showing that they had noticed the commotion. Asuka felt fury surging within her again. A pervert had tried to grope a teenager... and they had not noticed? Or they did not care?
She just shook her head angrily. She was angry? Or dismayed? She could not tell.
“I do not understand Japanese,” she stared at her companion, her eyebrows creasing. “If they see a person being harassed sexually, they’ll pretend that nothing is happening instead of helping her. Nobody will even lift a finger. Are you SO oblivious? Or misogynist? Or plainly coward and dishonest?”
“I… We are not…” Shinji stammered, confused, and he looked upwards, trying to clear his head and shape his thoughts into coherent sentences. “It is a culture thing,” he explained. “We think that it is rude disturbing other people with your troubles. And if someone is going through an embarrassing time, that person will feel worse or more humiliated if people around notices his or her stress.”
She kept glaring, apparently not convinced in the slightest. “Do you remember that time when we were going back to home on a rainy day and you slipped on a puddle? You were glad and relieved of no one -but me- had seen you. And when I tried to help you to stand up you replied that you did not need help. It is the same principle,” he said in a placating tone.
“I guess that you have a point,” Asuka grumbled and looked away, still feeling angry at the world.
“Anyway,” Shinji added in a growingly playful tone. “I can not blame anyone for want to tap this.”
Asuka’s eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly, letting out a short, shocked gasp. Then her eyes narrowed to flaring slits and her red lips tightened to a thin line.
“Shinji,” she rasped in a soft, dry, clipped tone. “Is that your hand?”
Shinji’s right hand was hungrily clutching Asuka’s pert bottom. Through the clothes he could sense her soft skin, her firm muscles and her blissful warmth. It was driving him mad.
“Yes, it is.”
“Y-y-y-you…” Asuka whispered. “Pervert, lecher, libertine, philanderer…”
“I notice that you have not said: “Stop”,” he said. Now both of his hands kneaded and fondled her firm buttocks, giving them a loving massage.
“No… I did not…” Asuka admitted, shuddering. Muffled pants and gasps escaped through her red, fleshy lips in spite of her tries for quelling them down. Her breathing was becoming heavier and more ragged. Her chest heaved and deflated laboriously. Incensed heat was rippling through her body. The burning sensation was unbearable; but also heavenly. And it was increasing.
Shinji released her bottom and embraced Asuka, groping her perky mounds from behind. Asuka nearly squealed. Shinji massaged her soft, sensitive swells in circles, his knowing fingers pinching and tweaking her quickly-hardening nipples. She could feel his front body aggressively pressing against her back, his warmth wrapping her.
She laid back her head subconsciously. Shinji took advantage of the opening and wantonly licked the side of her swan-like, lithe, pale neck. Tracing a wet trail his tongue slid up her exposed neck, along her cheekbone and up Asuka’s earlobe. Shinji nibbled it slightly.
“Hmm… Bastard…” Asuka gasped falteringly.
“Is that supposed to be an insult?” Shinji deadpanned. Given who his parents were, calling him a bastard was almost complimenting him. “And I am not a bastard. I am YOUR bastard.”
“And you better do not forget it, stupid… Oh, yes…” she moaned.
Shinji buried his face on her thick mass of rich, soft hair, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. She was so gorgeous, he thought. And she was hers.
Randomly her mind returned to his first meeting on the deck of the Over the Rainbow three years ago. He almost chuckled out loud. If someone would have told him back then that he and that beautiful but permanently angry girl would get together in the future, he would think that that person was teasing him or trying to pull his leg.
And now… now his left hand disappeared under the folds of her shirt and explored her body underneath her rumpled clothes. Her smooth, supple skin was drenched in steamy sweat, and her body was burning hot.
His free hand slipped among the folds of her skirt. His forefinger pressed the damp patch of cotton fabric covering the front-side of her pubis. Asuka bit her lower lip fiercely to not let out a throaty moan.
Her eyes darted around nervously. Everybody’s backs were turned to them. Nobody was looking at them. Nobody seemed to have noticed what they were doing.
Asuka turned her head slightly and she kissed Shinji anxiously. He greedily kissed back, his tongue invading her mouth.
Shinji’s hand slithered under Asuka’s drenched and wrinkled panties. He furiously rubbed her clitoris and inserted one digit between her quaking legs. As he pumped his fingers in and out, his palm’s crook was squashing Asuka’s engorged clitoris. Simultaneously, his other hand sneaked beneath the Asuka’s skirt and caressed tenderly the cleft parting her tight buttocks. A greedy finger brushed the entrance to her anus delicately before slipping into her puckered butt hole.
Asuka’s eyes bulged out in sudden shock. Fortunately she was still kissing Shinji. Othewise her scream would have echoed across the wagon, drawing everybody’s attention.
Asuka quaked and writhed, feeling Shinji fingering both her vagina and anus fervently. Her arousal intensified like a molten fire, threatening with burning her mind away. She could not bear it anymore.
She held Shinji’s face with one hand, deepening the long kiss. Meanwhile her free hand groped for Shinji’s groin, seeking his pants’ zip. Hurriedly she zipped it down and pulled out Shinji’s hard flesh shaft. She stroked his pulsating length with an expression of pleasure, delight and anticipation.
She broke the kiss and gazed at her surprised boyfriend. He was so adorable when he looked caught off-guard. “Shinji,” she whispered. “Please, take me. Now.”
“N-N-Now? Here?” he whispered back, agitated. “But-”
Asuka rolled her eyes up. Suddenly he was feeling shame? After fingering her in public and driving her to the brink of an orgasm?
“Just do it!” she seethed impatiently, her cheeks nearly as burning-red as her hair. Juices gushed out of her aching slit, her legs trembled and a fire burnt on her loins. And he was hesitating?
Asuka rubbed Shinji’s engorged penis up and down to make her need clear.
Shinji’s own cheeks reddened. Trying to be as discreet as possible, he rapidly pulled up Asuka’s bluish-green skirt, yanked her drenched underwear down and holding Asuka’s waist with both hands, rammed his penis into her waiting vagina with a swift, fluid swing of his hips.
Asuka closed her lips tightly to suck in an ear-shattering yell. Shinji felt like instantly her wet, hot flesh walls clamped around his shaft possessively with the crushing force of a curling iron. He winced.
Shinji started to hump Asuka, keeping a firm grip on her thin waist. At the beginning his thrusts were slow and steady. Gradually Shinji sped up, ramming his hard, throbbing shaft into her gushing slit with furious, firm swings. He and Asuka moaned, sensing their arousal churning in them like a volcano about to erupt.
Swiftly they kissed to mask and muffling their passionate groans right before Shinji shot his hot seed into Asuka’s yearning slit. Asuka quaked as her channel squeezed her boyfriend member and milky juices welled up from her sensitive slit.
Asuka felt extenuated and worn-off. Her legs felt limp, boneless. She collapsed, but Shinji’s arms encircled her and steadied her. She slumped over and clung to him, idly wondering when the meek boy that she had met several years ago had become so strong.
Shinji glanced around. Nobody was looking. Hastily he zipped up his pants and tugged upwards Asuka’s underwear. Methodically he ironed out her clothes wrinkles and straightened her shirt as well as he could. Her flame-haired girlfriend was still leaned on him. Her open lips let out steamy gusts of breath, but her shaky and ragged breath was turning slower and steadier.
Asuka turned around, and circling her arms around his upper chest, leaned on him and kissed his full lips. A radiant smile lit up her sweat-drenched face when she broke the kiss.
“I have to admit that it has been fun.”
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A kind afternoon sun greeted Shinji and Asuka when they exited the station, glowing gently on them. They walked together, holding hands. A gentle breeze blew, and slapped several stray hair strands on Asuka’s face. With her free hand Asuka combed her rebel, long, blazing tresses away her face.
Shinji perused her girlfriend. Superficially she seemed satisfied and relaxed, but he could read a kind of… uneasiness and anxiety on her motions as she ran her hand through her rich red hair and threw it back and over her shoulders.
The raven-haired boy frowned. Long experience had taught him that every time they ignored possible potential problems, bad stuff happened. So he decided to ascertain what was bothering her.
“Asuka”, he gripped her hand gently “What is the trouble?”
“Trouble? There is not a tro-“
“Asuka...”
She turned towards him to look straight his face, almost regretting that he had learnt to read her mood shifts as well.
“You…” she trailed off in hesitation. Her expression turned gloomier and a chill entered her vibrant aqua eyes darkening them with the grey hue of a stormy ocean. “You would not do that to other girl, would you?”
“Do not be ridiculous,” he replied swiftly. “Would you let another man touch you or a pervert molest you? No, of course not. I would not touch another girl, whether she is willing or unwilling. DEFINITELY I am NOT touching her if she is unwilling. I groped you back in the wagon because I thought that you would enjoy it. You do not need get worried or paranoid because I will not get addicted to grope people in the subway and I will not become a pervert or a cheater. Besides,” he smiled ruefully, “I remind you that we are talking about ME. I am less shy than I was, but I still am a wuss, not a womanizer or a molester.”
Asuka always found amazing how oblivious was Shinji to the fact of he was a huge chick magnet.
Her cheeks reddened. She lowered her head and looked away. Long bangs of burgundy hair shadowed her blushing face and her half-lidded, shy eyes. “You have got...” she muttered meekly “a bit bolder through the years.”
Shinji smiled half-heartedly. He recalled when he met her. Back then she was abrasive, temperamental, strong-willed, hard-headed, courageous, bold, confident and self-reliant. She told what she wanted and demanded being pleased. She acted like if she thought that she was God’s gift to mankind and demanded that everyone else also thought it. He was attracted to and envious of that strength, that courage, that determination.
And then they started to live together and he gradually got glimpses of her real self until that he realized that her pride was inexistent and false. It was a mask that she wore to hide that she was nothing but a timid, vulnerable girl that was afraid of getting hurt and had absolutely no self-esteem.
He wished that he would have understood it sooner. He could have spared himself and her many troubles.
He had been a fool.
“Yes, thanks to you,” he deadpanned. “You are a terrible influence.”
Asuka laughed, and with a coquettish, beautiful smile, she leaned over and kissed him.
Shinji squeezed her soft hand slightly.
They walked back home together under the setting Sun.
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Epilogue
Unbeknownst to Shinji and Asuka, their debauchery was observed by another molester. The next day he tried to grope Asuka.
Asuka kicked his groin and broke his arms.
Shinji found it very amusing. Seeing Asuka emasculating someone –else- aroused him.
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