Angel

Inferno

He hadn't been ready.

The plan to calm down Crimson had gone well. A little too well. He thought that after letting loose and venting her frustrations, Crimson might be a little more interactive and less hostile towards them all.

But it was not to be.

Beep Beep Beep Beep

His alarm was ringing. He wanted to turn it off. Most other days, all he had to do was reach over and tap the snooze button. But today, he was having some difficulty doing anything like that.

"Okay Shinji, lets actually use that brain for once and figure this out on our own." Shinji gritted his teeth as he tried to loosen his arms, which were currently tied to something at the top of his bed. He dared not look at what was tying his hands up, as it felt soft and cottony, with a slight sense of elasticity. He knew damn well what that was without even looking at it. He knew exactly who they belonged to as well.
The culprit to this dastardly scheme was currently snoozing on top of him. A familiar view of orange hair was obscuring most of his vision and he could feel the chest of the girl respirating on top of him.

Said girl sleepily reached over, picked up the alarm clock with a smile and threw it violently against the wall. This wasn't the first time the clock had met such a demise. It seemed to be every other day it was seemingly destroyed, only to be put back together again by the bracelets. Normally by Asuka as a way of apologizing for breaking it in the first place.

The offending girl today wasn't Asuka though. Even though she felt like Asuka, looked like Asuka and smelled like Asuka, the girl currently lying on top of him, returning to a comfortable position after ending the life of an innocent timekeeping device, was none other than the same girl that was biting his arm the day before, after beating the literal crap out of him.

Why in God's name was Crimson in his bed!?

Why was she lying on top of him!?

Where in God's name was her shirt!?

These and similar questions were currently racing through his mind, one of which was wondering why he was also topless, but a thought suddenly occurred.
If he was the type of unfortunate soul to encounter misfortune no matter what, he was expecting Asuka to slam open his door any second now and-

"CRIMSON!"

Yup, here we go.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING IN MY ROOM!"

"You don't taste as good as Shinji though."

"Oh my god, WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!?"

He couldn't tell if Crimson was insinuating what he thought she was just to drive Asuka crazy or that she had actually gone and bitten Asuka in her sleep.
Honestly, he sure as hell didn't really care for the answer. He just wanted to wake up to a peaceful morning for once. Was that too much to ask?

"I thought you hated him!?"

"I hate the ghost." Crimson was referring to Shinji's doppelganger who had been haunting their residence for the past few days. God only knew where he was right now though. Asuka was fuming as she took in the sight of the two teenagers lying on top of each other, topless. Crimson was smirking, directing her taunt to her lookalike that was all but ready to detonate.

"You... You need to get off him!"

"I'll be sure to get him off alright."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID, SKANK! GET. OFF. HIM!"