You Can (Not) Forget

The Silent Roar

Asuka slammed the phone down and yelled. A string of Teutonic curses flew from her mouth. Next to her, a girl of similar age adjusted her glasses as she smiled mischievously.

"She's gonna get mad at you if you keep yelling, you know." Asuka glared at the girl, her red hair whipping around when she'd turned her head. Flipping her the bird, the red head picked up the phone again, her fingers slamming down on the buttons. The other girl giggled and spoke up again.

"I don't really get what the big deal is, Princess. So what if Misato hasn't gotten in touch yet? She's busy, you know? The Third Child is doing his job and she oversees him and what not."

"Verdammt!" exclaimed Asuka, slamming the phone down again, "That's exactly it!" Her call had immediately gone to voicemail this time. "What's so special about him that she can't even take a simple call?!" There was a pause, the glasses wearing girl smirking playfully. It was almost like a cat.

"He's good in bed?"

Another pause.

"What the hell?! She's not a pedophile!" Asuka growled back, grabbing the other girl by her arms and shaking her. The girl's brown twin tails were now flying all over the place.

"Geez, Princess. You need to learn how to take a joke. Anyway, you can tell her about the trip later," replied the brunette. Asuka grumbled as she let the girl go, muttering something.

"If all your jokes weren't so lewd maybe I would actually laugh..." The other girl giggled good-naturedly and proceeded to piss off the red head once more.

"Not my fault it's something you're uncomfortable with just because you've never had any." Asuka rounded on the girl, their blue eyes meeting.

"Fuck you, Mari."

~X~

Misato sighed as she turned off her phone. She wanted to talk to Asuka, she really did, but now just wasn't the time.

"You know," started Ritsuko, "She'll be quite angry when you call back, right?" she added, not truthfully asking a question. They both knew the answer already, after all.

"Somehow," replied Misato as she looked ahead. On the screen ahead of her was a crawfish/shrimp looking creature floating towards Tokyo-3. "I think she will understand." All around her, the techs of Central Dogma were hard at work. Shinji was already in the entry plug awaiting orders.

"How's Shinji, Maya?"

"He's doing... well – fine to say the least, Dr. Akagi. Sync ratio holding in the 90's. Although, his brainwaves seem to be fluctuating quite a bit." Ritsuko thanks her and turns to Misato, an odd look on her face.

"I was expecting less. Considering the mood he was in when he got here..." the doctor trailed off, taking a sip of her coffee as Misato nodded, "Oddly enough, he's showing the signs that his thoughts are not settled. It's certainly – intriguing." Neither was sure what happened, but they could tell the boy was bothered by something when he walked in. He seemed kind of depressed and had what looked to be the start of bruises on his cheeks and arms; his shirt looked dirty and unkept too. It looked as if he'd gotten into a fight and neither woman was going to rule it out. Now they just needed to know why.

~X~

Shinji sat in the entry plug, his eyes closed as he reached out to his mother. His thoughts, in all honesty, were rather hectic. He was doing his best to seem calm, but he doubted Ritsuko would be fooled. If not for the fact he was now an Angel and knew the true nature of the Evangelion's, he was sure his sync ratio would be atrocious. He needed to talk to his mother. She could help him settle his mind – he was sure. Besides, he still had to explain why he even knew about her in the first place.