Asuka stretched, one arm held high over her head. It was the beginning of the day - time for a shower. She tugged the towel tied around her middle a bit higher and then reached up to pluck out her nerve clips. She set them aside. The apartment was quiet (it usually was in the morning) and she didn't think she'd be disturbed ( Read more... )

It was actually fairly difficult to try and carry an adult, even if there were three of them. It wasn't because Misato was heavy (she wasn't, especially), but because she was just bigger then any of them. It was something of a placing that they onl had to stagger a few steps to dump her onto the couch. They were back in the apartment that Asuka had ( Read more... )

We need to go get her. I... ugh... I know it's supposed to be my stupid honeymoon, but I can't just let her die. Not again. I can salvage that much at least.

When she'd taken Minato's mirror, she'd only hesitated for a few moments. She was going back to a world that... wasn't quite her own. It was supposed to be dead. It was supposed to be gone. But this one? This one wasn't. The world-hop is a familiar sensation. A rushing, tugging, pushing sensation and then she was somewhere that was actually quite ( Read more... )