http://prinzessinasuka.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] prinzessinasuka.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-09-16 09:21 pm

Her Madness Keeps Her Sane? [completed]

Character(s): Asuka, Rei and anyone.
Content: Asuka is messed up after Kyoko's disappearance and Rei is at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person.
Setting: Around Vanaheim gate (F3)
Time: Afternoon, Week 2
Warnings: Insanity.


The warmth is gone. Asuka brings her arms around herself, thinking that maybe she can gather the warmth that was once in front of her if she does that. The warmth is still not here. She lets go of herself and repeats the gesture; reaching her hands out and bringing them around herself yet again. "Mama?" She asks timidly, afraid that if she calls out too loud, her mother will not come to her; that if she demands too much, they would not give her anything and will take away everything she has.

She feels so fragile that she is afraid that if she speaks too loud then she might break herself. Yet in her mind, her own voice echoes like stereos set on full blast but she cannot make herself shut up. She can hear herself yelling over and over again like a broken record, BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKABAKABAKA!! but that is not her, that is the Bad Asuka and the Good Asuka is whimpering in the background, no foreground, BACKGROUND, YOU BAKA! but then she realizes that there is no Good Asuka or Bad Asuka, there is only Strong Asuka and Weak Asuka and now the Strong Asuka is angry, ohpleaseplease, stop shouting, damnit!, and she is the Weak Asuka and she is so weak she can only cry.

Asuka gathers her knees around her to make up for the warmth that was once there but is not anymore. She puts her hands on her ears to make the Strong Asuka stop shouting mean things to her, but it only made Strong Asuka sound louder in her head. Tears flow down from her eyes that gaze into the distant nothingness, synchrographminus twelvepoint eightit's on theborderline ofthestartingindicator. "Stop it..." Her eyes dart around chaoticly, looking for an enemy, the enemy. She is looking for the source of the voice so she can destroy him, her, it. So it would shutupshutupshutup.

Her eyes fall upon Rei and she grins like a madman (man? girl, madgirl). you arejust adolllike i thoughtyou'vealwayslooked likeadoll andi'vehated youfor a longlongtime! haah!ihate everyoneeveryone! "I hate you..." she mutter menacingly to Rei. "ihateyouihateyouihateyou..." she repeats the words like a mantra, biting her nails nervously while glaring at Rei. she's justadollcan't feelangrysadhurt so shecansaywhatever shewantsto it. "You're just my doll~" she says in a sing-song voice to Rei.

[identity profile] seconddoll.livejournal.com 2006-09-16 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It was not the first time Rei had found herself at a loss of words. The Second's mother was there - and then simply not. Was that how this place worked? One moment there, and then not. Rei's jaw tightened the slightest bit. Perhaps the Second's mother was just an illusion. It made sense - Rei could not fathom a creature that seemed to be half human and half Evangelion. It was impossible.

She watched Asuka cry and react to the sudden loss with a look of detatchment. Her mind was quickly telling her this was a bad situation and would not help the girl's mental state. Alarms were going off in her head, but she did not know if she should just leave. The commander would want them to work together. He would want her to drag the Second with her. Rei was injured, and the Second's mental state was worse.

Rei found herself wanting to... not listen. But her legs didn't move. A part of her was curious.

The look in Asuka's eyes made the alarms sound louder in her head. Hate. Rei did not care if someone hated her. The doll comment, perhaps, is what made her narrow her good eye. "I am not a doll."

[identity profile] seconddoll.livejournal.com 2006-09-17 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Rei found herself not liking the way the Second laughed. It was not happy, or nervous... it was insane.

Rei knew she was in a bad and potentially dangerous situation. She was injured, and the other pilot would be able to chase her down if she so pleased. The odds were not in Rei's favor.

"I am not a doll," she repeated calmly. She was not a doll. She was not a doll. She was Rei Ayanami, the First Child, pilot of Unit 00. She was not a doll. She was needed by the commander to protect Tokyo-3 from the Angels. She was not a doll.

She used to have a purpose.

Rei shook her head and said again, firmly, "I am not a doll."

[identity profile] seconddoll.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"... I am not a doll," she repeated again, though it was softer this time. She was not a doll. Not a doll. She was Rei Ayanami, the First Child, pilot of Unit 00, the results of an experiment, easily replaced, not unique, just a --

Doll.

No. Rei was all but glaring at the Second. No. She must not let her words get to her. "You are insane," Rei said, what little tact she had forgotten. She had to keep herself above the situation.

[identity profile] seconddoll.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Rei was surprised to find her hands balled into fists. It took a great effort to make them relax, and she flexed her fingers to stop them from cramping.

She took a step back when the Second rose, annoyed with the reaction she was causing in her. And suddenly, Rei made a decision.

She was going to go against her better judgement.

"I am leaving," was all she said before she turned her back on the Second.

[identity profile] seconddoll.livejournal.com 2006-09-21 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The pilot knew her mistake the moment her back was turned on the Second. Yet it was too late to turn around - Rei was already crying out in both pain and shock as the Second grabbed her shoulder. Everything was still tender and sore, and the contact alone almost brought Rei to her knees.

"I obey the Commander," Rei found herself stating between whimpers of pain as she tried to twist around to face the Second without dislocating her shoulder. This was the situation she had been worried about.

Part of her wished Death were still around.

She wanted to break free somehow and perhaps try to run, but she knew she would not make it very far at all. Rei simply said nothing, ignoring the pain as best as she could and looking calmly back at the Second. There had to be a way to... to what? Rei's eyes drifted to the side.

She remembered she did not like the color red.

[identity profile] seconddoll.livejournal.com 2006-09-23 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
That unfamiliar flash of anger crossed Rei's mind once again, and before she could stop herself, she was asking, "What do you mean?"

She was the pilot for Unit 00. He needed her. Tokyo-3 needed her. Someone needed to pilot the EVA, and as far as she knew she had been the only one found in Japan. Rei absently rubbed at her arm, thinking furiously. This girl... she made no sense. Or did she?

Looking up at the Second, Rei felt another odd feeling - compassion? Sympathy? She did not like the girl. She did not like the color red. She did not like noise or the way the Second's moods changed. But a part of her knew she couldn't leave the unstable pilot alone.

"... I am leaving." Holding her shoulder, Rei turned once again, tensing. She would not be surprised if the Second grabbed her again. Yet this time she looked back over her good shoulder. "... you may come if you want to do so."

Rei didn't know why she offered. She told herself that the Second would be valuable in finding out more on why they were here in this odd place, but... in this state, she would be more of a danger. A danger to them both.

[identity profile] seconddoll.livejournal.com 2006-09-28 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
... she had tried.

Rei looked at the Second carefully for one last time. She was disappointed.

She had expected more from an Evangelion pilot.

Turning again, Rei nodded. "Goodbye."

As she walked away, she realized she really didn't know what to do with herself. This would be... interesting. The Second was of no use to her, and now she was at a loss of what to do. She was on her own.

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