Sagara Productions Presents:
A Katsuragi Misato fanfic
Kaji Ryouji
Note: As with most of my fics, there is an obvious spoiler
warning here. Don't continue if you don't like spoilers.
It's very simple, kids..
This story takes place during a retrospect scene in Death:
Rebirth. (haha the whole Death segment IS a big retrospect
scene.. er ^^;) Anyway, enjoy.. dozo!
I fall back on the hotel bed, nearly delirious from
exhaustion... brought on by my red headed fourteen year old
charge, the one that never keeps her mouth shut, or her
blouse buttoned around me. Too old to be young, and too young
to even know what what the hell she's talking about. I just
hope that it's something she'll grow out of, perhaps by the
time that she's thirty. I'm too young and good looking for
gray hair, not to mention suave as all hell.
"Ah well," I say out loud to the ceiling, "Soon she'll be
Ikari's problem, and I'll finally get to look out for myself..
for a change." Tokyo 3. NERV. The Geofront. The list of
personnel runs through my mind. Ikari Gendou? Bastard.
Fyuutsuki-sensei? Seems okay. Aoba Shigeru? Heh, reminds me
a little of myself before I had the good taste to tie my hair
back. Ibuki Maya? Don't know her, but she's got a cute name.. I
just hope the face matches. Akagi Ritsuko.. Ricchan.. Then, it
hits me. The patterns on the ceiling all blurrily reform before
my eyes. They all look like her. The eyes.. the sometimes sour
expression.. the killer bod. My Mi-chan. Katsuragi Misato.
I blink repeatedly, and try to persuade the images to flee
from my field of view, and consequently from my mind. My vision
clears, but my mind still clouds, reminding me over and over of
the last moments I had with her. I shake my head to no avail. God,
I can hear her in my mind.. I can taste her sweat.. feel her warmth.
All cliches aside, it really does feel like yesterday that I heard
her sweet, sweet, soft moans.. the silence afterward.. and I watched
her sleep. I noted to myself, as I always had when I would watch
Misato sleep, that I wished that she could sleep forever. Even she
couldn't hide her deepest feelings in slumber, but then, neither
could I. Every time she was asleep, I would whisper while entangled
in her arms that I loved her. That I loved her more than I could
ever love another. More than I ever thought was possible. Yet, she
pushed me away. Though it tore me up into tiny, shredded pieces of
wet, wadded up Kleenex.. it was what I wanted. With every emotional
shove, with every mental road block she put up, I was safe. I was
safe from revealing my heart to her, I was safe from her scrutiny.
I was safe from Misato poking and prodding my insecurities, my
idiosyncracies, from possibly damaging my fragile, guarded soul.
I was safe, wasn't I?
I never meant to be like her father.. you can't really help who
or what you are. So she pushed me away, far from her.. she pushed me
to Gehirn, in Germany. It's hard to put someone like Misato out of
your mind for very long. Sure, you get lucky, score with a few babes
here and there, satisfy that primal urge.. but I had never been so
alone in my life. Most of them wanted to "get to know me better", they
wanted to stake claim on my most precious of things, my heart. Anyone
who REALLY knows me knows that getting close to me is like pulling
teeth. Lidocaine is preferred, it's rather bloody, and one must be
very strong and determined to get to the goal.
In that sense, Asuka takes after me well.. though, I foresee lots
of problems with that in the future. She would do well with a
submissive man, I'm guessing... from what I've heard about the Third
Children's battle data, though, she'll have quite a dragon on her
hands. It will be nice to see her around a "real man", as she puts it,
but one her age.
I pray that Misato will be ready to see me again.. maybe this
time we can resolve things, even if it is for a short while, before
the scenario unfolds as planned. If we can, then I'll tell her what
I had been whispering in her ear for so long.
[ end ]
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Author's notes:
This is a follow up to Phillip Masters' fic "Katsuragi Misato." I
figured that this would be a good way to respond to it. Also, I
wrote this in a short time frame, super late at night. This is free
from pre-reading, error checking, intelligence testing, and so on.
So if I made a mistake, LAY OFF.. IT WAS HARD. (Author is having
Adam Sandler-like fits, resembling Tourette's Syndrome.)
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