"Wh-what the hell?!"
Asuka bent over, clutching her chest in pain as it pushed out. A distinct ripping sound rang out from below, as she felt her shirt pressing in tighter and tighter against her skin. She caught a quick glimpse of the apartment room between bouts of excruciating growing pain; and, standing in the center, she spotted someone out of the corner of her eye.
The third child.
While hesitant at first, Shinji dragged Misato to the sound of the crashing. Examining the room, he saw imprints torn into the floor, shaped like large hands or feet; and shattered glass everywhere. Had she been kidnapped? Shinji immediately went pale. What if she'd been kidnapped, right under his nose? He'd be to blame for pissing her off- if something had happened, the weight would be entirely on his shoulders... Just like Misato hanging on his shoulders now, still unaware of what was going on.
Then, her screams again, from outside. Shinji turned his head, and nearly fainted. Asuka's visage filled the window, her blue eyes wider than saucers, peering right at him.
One hundred feet.
The redhead felt her now-exposed backside bumping against the neighboring apartment. She could barely grasp the situation- not only only was excruciating pain going through her entire form, that milquetoast pilot was GAWKING at her. All her life, she'd been trained in the Eva Project, her skills honed to absolute perfection; and now, that AMATEUR was seeing her in weakness, taken by surprise, horrified and lacking control?!
In blind rage and agony, she lurched backwards, her bare heel crushing a parked car like a tin can. Her backside made its way into the opposite building, tearing through glass and concrete like nothing; this only worsened her pain. One hand still pressed to her chest, the girl moved her open palm out into the apartment, shattering the wall, as she screamed: "DON'T LOOK!"
The words bellowed through Shinji's ears, as he was quickly assaulted with rubble and torn fabric. Instinctively, he ducked behind Misato, who seemed to snap awake. They were both taken over by screaming, as Asuka's elongated fingers and smooth palm pressed through the wall, as if to grasp them. Long-buried memories of experiments with giant robots echoed in Shinji's mind; meanwhile, Misato recalled the horrors of the Second Impact that she barely survived. They were unable to do anything but obey the redhead's demands. Slowly, the hand began to retract, and they gaped at the woman.
Two hundred and fifty feet.
Biting her lip, Asuka covered her chest and head as she felt her shorts begin to give way. It soon became impossible for her body to stay within the streets; her toes and backside pushed against the building behind her with such great force that it started to topple over. Shutting her eyes, she mumbled to herself in German- "Keine Angst. Keine angst." She bit her quivering lip, and concentrated on thoughts about her parents, her homeland, on Kaji...
People below fled from the lumbering redhead's movements, the sounds of the crumbling tower echoing through the landscape. Her ass had effortlessly sent an entire building tumbling down. Misato had rushed out to inform her superiors as soon as possible. A red alert sounded out at Nerv, and scientists rushed to collect data on their growing pilot. Citizens were ordered to evacuate, as buildings retreated into the Geofront. While staying as still as possible, Asuka's exponentially increasing growth was already making quick work of the buildings. Misato's apartment was in the older parts of Tokyo-3, so not many people lived there; unfortunately, this also meant fewer buildings had proper maintenance, and most stood perfectly still, waiting for Asuka's feet or backside to overtake them. In the distance, Kensuke wrestled with Hikari over his video camera, arguing over whether filming Asuka was a scientific exploit or voyeurism.
Inside, Shinji couldn't help but glance to her- before immediately turning his head away. She was far larger than an Evangelion- but, even at her height, she looked like the same old Asuka. Shinji struggled to understand how someone could be so... Big.
Five hundred feet.
"I... I told you not to look at me!"
Her voice boomed out between shallow gasps for breath. It was more and more difficult to look into the apartment- she had to lie on her stomach. Asuka's breasts drew craters in the cement, as her feet spread out behind, kicking away anything unlucky enough to get in their way. The dark-haired boy answered only by bowing his head in shame, turned away. Her bare back was exposed to the air, a valley of flesh, her backside sticking out like a mountain chain.
"I'm- I'm going to be fine, you loser. Don't you dare worry."
Shinji kept his back turned, listening to the screams outside growing quieter as people evacuated. He felt like he had to say something, some way or another- but what?
"H-how did you... How did you get so big?"
"I don't know!"
The force of her voice blew him back- but he still didn't dare turn. Looking at Asuka was difficult- but not looking at her, even with her breasts invisible, was even harder. He couldn't read her tone from the shout- was she hurt? What could he do?
"We- we should get help, Asuka."
"WHAT, like Nerv can't handle this themselves? The Third Child just HAS to rush in and save the day, doesn't he? Ow..."
She peered in closer to the minuscule boy's form, destroying more of her room as she attempted to read his emotions. The German girl wasn't ready to accept help from this squirt. She was NOT going to be a frail, helpless person, like when her mother died- no matter how much it hurt.
"I... I just wanted to-"
"Be a hero, like always? Shinji, just leave me alone!"
"Asuka, this isn't just YOUR problem." He struggled not to turn, trying to keep his tone of voice as quiet as possible- but he couldn't help but be a little defensive. "This could be dangerous. You need to-"
"I don't NEED you to tell me what to do! I'll handle this on my own!"
"You could KILL someone like this! You're turning into a monster!"
"...Monster..."
The word seemed much quieter than before- and it was followed by an eerie silence. Slowly, curiosity overtook the Third Child, as he turned his head to look to the ever-growing Asuka.
He saw her toes flying right towards the building.
Seven hundred and fifty feet.
Before the Second Child registered what she was doing, it had already happened. One foot was dug deep into the ground. The other had crashed through the apartment's walls, leaving a clear dent. It didn't even reach up to her knees. She could feel the steel against her, sharp and cold... And as she took her foot out, a sickening creak. The building started to collapse.
Shinji's fit of panicked screams was interrupted by the feeling of falling. His entire body, and the contents of Asuka's room, were slowly sagging towards the window. He rushed forward, grabbing onto the doorframe as he was pulled into the gap. Misato flew through the door; Shinji tried to reach out for her, but couldn't. He didn't dare watch as she fell through the window of the tilting room. Gritting his teeth, his hands felt weaker and weaker, his legs buckling as they gave way. Memories of his childhood and battles flashed through his mind, as he fell...
...Onto a soft, warm pillow.
After what felt like hours of fear, Shinji's eyes flashed open. He was next to Misato, the two of them resting on a wrinkled, peach surface. Looking around, it seemed to stretch for ages and ages. And, a short distance away, was Misato's apartment room- walls cracking, sideways, and everything overturned, but in one piece. Hesitating for a second, he climbed to the top of the apartment's walls, and glanced down.
A gasp.
One thousand feet tall.
Asuka's eyes were shut, her head tilted to the side. Every now and then, she'd turn a little, or moan, before going back to stillness. Her orange hair spread out like a blanket of ropes over the buildings. Shinji looked down upon her titanic face, looking at peace. The entire apartment room was in her hand, which lay on her bosom. He understood- she'd torn the room out and grabbed them right as they were falling. Was it to show off, or make him feel even worse? Or maybe she wasn't as bad as he thought.
And, either from emotional exhaustion, overwhelming growing pains, or under the weight of her own body, she'd fallen onto her back, unconscious.
The titanic woman lay resting on Tokyo-3's older district, buildings and cars turned to little more than rubble under her. At her full height, she'd stand nearly as high as the Tokyo Tower; even now, buildings struggled to reach the top of her toes. And with a temper like hers, the world might be doomed. But now... Her quiet, relaxed breathing seemed barely threatening at all. Almost lonely, Shinji thought.
Nobody could've suspected: this was all going according to Seele's plan. Keel Lorenz and his council looked upon the scene from the safety of their room, pleased with their work; who could've known it'd have such results!
"M-mom..."
Asuka stirred suddenly. She raised her head, eyes opening and gazing left and right with a certain tired detachment. Slowly, they fell onto Shinji, in her hands. Silently, she whispered about how sick she felt. An ironic smile crept across her lips, as she said...
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