Angel

You Can (Not) Run Away

Morning had made itself known, shining blinding rays of light into a tiny sliver of a gap between Shinji's curtains. Through the magic of physics and reflections, that minuscule beam of sunlight had bounced off the metallic parts on his music player, and had somehow found a path straight onto Shinji's closed eyelids. Grimacing in response to the assault on his eyes, he gingerly opened an eye, wondering why his arms felt so heavy.

Never in his entire life had he regretted waking up more than today.

On his left slept a familiar head of bright, dazzling orange. On his right, a cool, yet enticing head of blue. Asuka and Rei were both asleep in his bed, each reserving an arm for a pillow.

And as if that wasn't enough to give him the shock of a lifetime, the alarm clock close to his bed told him he had about thirty seconds before it was due to go off.

Thirty seconds before complete and utter, absolute hell would undoubtedly tear apart his existence like a hurricane, and make the Armageddon look like a cake walk.

Actually no, it was twenty seconds now. Twenty seconds before a portal to hell opened in his room.

Needless to say, he had started to sweat buckets. He could fill a decently sized swimming pool with his overdriven anxiety sweat. And all that did was serve to add to his panic, wondering if the two girls would be grossed out.

Ten seconds.

He still never got around to writing that will. And he had never really got started with his bucket list either. At this rate he would never write that perverted manga he had been planning on since way back.

To begin with, what were they doing in his room? Were their own rooms not good enough? Was his bed comfier than theirs? Why?

Five seconds.

"Oh god please no..."

Two seconds.

"God's not in his heaven, he's gone off somewhere and abandoned me. AGAIN."

One second.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

As he mentally screamed his way into denial, the inevitable dindindindin of his alarm clock began to beep, and he felt Asuka nudge on his arm.

"Shinji... Please, five more minutes, come on... Who the hell has their alarm on this early in the morning..."

"I agree Ikari. Your alarm is set ridiculously early."

An awkward silence descended upon the room, penetrated by the still beeping alarm clock.

"Rei."

"Yes, Asuka?"

"Why are you in Shinji's bed?"

"I believe for the same reasons you are also in his bed."

Another awkward silence. The alarm clock was still beeping. It was doing that thing alarm clocks do, speeding up the beeps, as well as upping its volume.

But all Shinji could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat, racing a marathon at a deafening pace. He was sure his own nervous system was trying to give itself a heart attack.

"Shinji."

"I swear, this is not my-..."

"Why did you let that harlot into your bed."

"...fault."

"I take offence at being called a 'harlot'. Wench."

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T!" Asuka leapt out of Shinji's bed, grabbing the screeching alarm clock, then proceeding to throw it as hard as she could towards Rei.